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out smoothly. The faster my hips rocked, the more firmly he pressed his palm against that most sensitive part of me.
    In a matter of seconds, I felt myself come, and I had to hold my breath as everything flashed white and the waves of my orgasm swept through me, causing my body to arch and contract in rhythmic motion. I felt his release as well, the surge of semen as it pulsed its way up his cock, and then squirted out, warm and thick onto the inside of my forearm.
    Both of us breathed hard, but with our faces pressed into each other’s shoulders, we remained silent, our hearts pounding, our chests heaving. Perhaps some of the passion and excitement I felt was because of exactly where we were, and who surrounded us. It made our coupling even more dangerous, more risky, more sensual and exciting. Despite the fact that I hadn’t felt his cock inside me, I wouldn’t take it back for anything.
    Finally, as my heartbeat returned to normal, he lifted himself away from me. He pulled his dirty T-shirt up over his head and used it to wipe the traces of semen off my arm with the bottom of his shirt.
    Without a word, and with one last kiss, he returned to his own sleeping bag. My body still thrummed with the aftereffects of his skills. I felt myself grow lethargic, relaxed, and in a matter of seconds, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Chapter 2
    The second day on the fire line was much like the first. The fire had not crested the ridge yet, but it was expected to, especially if the wind kicked up again today. Sighing, I realized the fire line I had worked on yesterday would be the same fire line I worked on today.
    First, the break looked like a trail chopped out of the depths of the wilderness. Today, it looked wider and I knew that if everything went well, a bulldozer would soon be able to make its way through—at least halfway up the slope. After that, it was doubtful. Too many rocks. Too many trees. Too steep.
    I began to get into a routine. Matt and I worked fairly close together, but since this morning, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him. In fact, none of us did very much talking. As the morning wore on, with the firefighters shifting position on the line, Matt eventually ended up near the head of the line, halfway up the slope, while I was still down at the bottom. When I glanced at the firefighter about six feet from me, I recognized Sam.
    She looked at me at the same time and we both nodded a greeting. Again I wondered how well Matt knew her, and if they were just friends that saw each other occasionally, or something more. Perhaps they had a history. However, I noticed as the hours went on, that Sam glanced at me more frequently. I began to wonder if I was falling behind, but no, I was keeping up the line.
    Finally, during a brief break, the bottom half of our fire line paused and switched out with a fresh crew. Tired and exhausted, hoping to get something to eat, I joined Sam and a few others as we climbed into the crew truck after our replacements arrived. We bounced our way back to base camp. Sam sat next to me in the truck, the seats almost exactly like those that I had ridden on the school bus in my youth.
    “Hopefully, the cook crew will have something warm for us to eat,” Sam said.
    I nodded in agreement. At this point though, I didn’t care whether the meal was hot or cold. “I’d take a sandwich and a coke if that’s all they’ve got,” I said.
    “Where are you from?” she asked.
    “Santa Fe. You?”
    “Seattle.”
    I couldn’t help myself. “How long have you known Matt?”
    She shrugged. “About five or six years now,” she said, her gaze lingering out the window. She was looking up at the mountain. “We’d better get a handle on our section today, or we’re going to have to reposition.”
    I followed her gaze and saw the flames topping another nearby rise. I nodded in agreement. “How long have you been a Hotshot?”
    “About four years,” she said. “The Northwest division.