"Alright, gentlemen," she looked at Eric, "and I use that term loosely. I'm going to catch a few winks." She stepped around them and headed into the fire house.
"I think I should lie down, too," Greg said. Eric didn't miss the look the guy was sending Joe's ass. It also hadn't escaped his notice that Greg swore up and down that he wasn't tired and was going to hang out with the guys until he found out that the three of them shared a bunk room. Once he knew he'd be sleeping in the same room with Joe the guy started up with the fake yawns.
Joe might be one of the toughest woman he'd ever known, but that didn't mean he stood by and left her to handle shit like this. He never had and never would. As much as it got Joe's panties in a bunch when he stepped in and played her protector, he wouldn't stop.
She might think of herself as one of the guys, but she wasn't. Joe was a beautiful woman with beautiful hair, killer eyes, and a sexy little smile that drove men nuts. It didn't hurt that she had a killer body, not that she thought so. It really killed him that she didn't know how hot she was. If you tried to tell her she'd laugh her ass off. She was the most down to earth woman he'd ever known. If she wasn't his best friend......
There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the man in her life to kick the living shit out of any ass**le that hurt her. With that in mind he followed the overeager puppy as he drooled after Joe to the back rooms.
"There are only two beds, Greg. You'll have to throw some blankets on the floor between the beds or go see if there's a spot on the couch," Joe explained apologetically as she unlaced her black boots.
Greg eyed the small space between the two beds and fought a smile. He'd be sleeping inches from Joe. Not f**king happening. Eric eyed his unmade bed with his old sleeping bag thrown on top of it and then Joe's. He smiled. Ah, god love her, Joe always put comfort first. There was no sleeping bag for Joe, oh no, not for his Joe. Her bed was already made with what he knew were clean high count cotton sheets, a down comforter and an extra firm pillow.
Joe pulled off her light blue uniform shirt, leaving her in a very tight white tank top. He could easily see the light baby pink sports bra she wore underneath. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught Greg licking his lips as he stared at her chest and as usual Joe was completely oblivious.
Why did she have to make his job so f**king difficult?
"Greg, you can have my bunk," he said.
"Really?" Greg said, looking even more excited. No doubt the man thought he was about to be left alone with Joe all night, in the dark.
"Yup, it's all yours," he said.
"Cool. Thanks," Greg said quickly, taking his boots off and then he chucked his shirt, making sure to flex to show off his flat stomach and slight build.
Joe mumbled goodnight around a yawn and climbed onto her bed. Greg climbed onto the other bed, keeping his gaze firmly locked on Joe.
"What happens if we get a call?" he asked absently.
Eric gestured to the white phone on the wall above Joe's bed. "A really annoying sound will go off and that phone will ring."
"Oh, okay. If we don't hear it will you come wake us up?" Greg asked, still staring at Joe.
"Oh, that won't be necessary," Eric said, pulling off his boots.
"What are you doing?" Greg asked.
"Getting ready for bed. What does it look like?" Eric asked, not bothering to hide his smile at the man's obvious disappointment.
"But...but....."
He yanked his shirt up over his head and made sure he flexed his much larger muscles. Stupid, but it was a guy thing. He needed to put the scrawny little bastard in his place.
"Where are you sleeping?" Greg asked nervously.
"We're double bunking of course," he said, grinning.
Greg' eyes widened and Eric could have sworn the man was ready to bolt. He reached out and flicked off the light, leaving them in total darkness.
"Ah," Greg swallowed loudly, "that's really not necessary I don't mind taking the floor."
"Oh, I don't mind," Eric said. Just for shits and giggles he pressed his foot on Greg' mattress and pushed down, making the guy think he was about to have company.
The guy actually squealed. In ten seconds flat Greg was off the bed, the door was thrown open, and he was making a mad dash to safety, leaving Eric laughing his ass off.
"Oh, that wasn't very nice," Joe said, her voice thick with humor.
He sighed heavily. "Yeah, but it sure did put a smile on my face." He closed the door and walked over to Joe's bed and climbed in behind her.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" Joe demanded even as she scooted forward to make room for him.
"Going to bed. What does it look like?" he asked, throwing an arm over her waist.
"There's a freshly vacated bed right over there," she said sleepily.
"I like this one better. It's comfy," he said, snuggling up against her.
She groaned. "Eric, we're not kids anymore. Go sleep in your own bed."
"Ah, too late, I'm already drifting off," he said, biting back a chuckle as she poked him.
"Jerk."
"Yup."
"If you snore in my ear I'm gonna have to kill you," she pointed out.
"Duly noted," he said, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to her. He knew she was only busting his balls. Ever since they were kids they'd been very touchy feely. They snuggled, they cuddled, she sat on his lap, he normally threw his arm over her shoulders when they were just sitting around or walking, hell they even skinny dipped a few times.
More than once he had some woman he was dating flip out over it. Hell, his date to the prom dumped his ass on the dance floor when he refused to dance with her instead of Joe. He didn't care. This was his best friend, his Joe. They were close and he didn't give a damn if anyone had a problem with it. Joe kept him happy, kept him grounded, and had been there for him for everything in his life without question. Her shoulder was the one he cried on when his father died. She was the person who cheered him on at his football games. She was the one that he went to when anything big or small happened in his life and she would most likely be there when he took his last breath.
"That better not be what I think it is," Joe mumbled in the dark.
It was. "It's not. Jeez, woman, someone's paranoid. It's my pocket light," he said, wincing. Ah, he was only human after all. It wasn't the first time she got him hard nor would it be the last time. The physical discomfort was a small price to pay to have her in his arms.
"Well, then your flashlight is growing. Jeez, Eric, put a leash on that thing before it stabs me!" she teased.
"But it likes you," he pouted.
She giggled. "I seem to remember a certain tenth grade math class where it liked standing up in front of the entire class."
He sucked in a breath. "Hey, that traumatized me!"
"Uh huh," she said around another yawn. "I bet it did."
"It did," he readily agreed as he leaned in and inhaled her vanilla scent. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She sighed contently.
"Night, Joe,"
"Good night, John boy," she said.
"Smart ass."
Chapter 4
Joe whimpered pathetically as her really annoying and loud alarm clock went off, letting her know it was two in the afternoon. She blindly reached out and started slapping her hand down, knowing it was only a matter of time before she hit that damn alarm clock. A minute later pure beautiful silence surrounded her once again.
Deciding another hour of sleep was just the ticket she rolled over and closed her eyes. What felt like moments later her cell phone went off. Muttering a few choice curses she rolled over and answered the phone without opening her eyes.
"Hello?"
"Hi, sweetie. Did I wake you?" Alice Parish, her surrogate mother, asked. Since the grand old age of eight when Eric took a mud covered Joe home Alice had been her mother. Her own mother, Pamela, adored the situation and happily relinquished all control and decisions to Alice.
Of course this was not an agreement Alice made with Pamela. Pamela just decided that she no longer had to do anything for Joe, because she found another sucker in her life to push her responsibilities onto. It didn't really surprise anyone when Pamela suddenly packed up and left town when Joe was sixteen. It hadn't mattered by then, because she'd already been living with Alice and the boys for two years by that point.
"Hey, mom, yeah I guess I dozed back off again," she said, trying to stifle a yawn. She'd only slept for a half hour this morning with Eric before they had a call and after that the calls kept coming. Then they ended up staying an extra three hours over their shift this morning.
"I'm sorry I woke you, sweetie," Alice said. It made Joe smile knowing that if she'd been Eric, Alice would tell him to get his lazy buns up. Sometimes it was nice being the favorite. Everyone in town knew Alice Parish utterly adored her boys, but Joe was the little girl she always wanted. That and Alice was always trying to make up for Pamela abandoning her. The boys didn't mind and she'd gotten used to it by now.
Joe glanced at her much hated alarm clock and groaned. It was half past four. She'd over slept. "What can I do for you, mom?"
"Oh, I was wondering if you could pick up some ice cream to go along with the cake I made for dessert."
She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, wishing she could go back to sleep. "That's fine, mom."
"Dinner's at six," she reminded her.
"I'll get there before that and help out," Joe said, trying not yawn. Oh, she was really looking forward to three days on the boat where she would be rocked to sleep.
"Thanks, sweetie. I'll see you later," Alice said before hanging up.
Joe dragged her feet to the bathroom. After a quick shower she blow-dried her hair, applied a small amount of make-up before yanking on her form fitting low riding jeans and blouse that ended above her belly button. Going to work looking plain was one thing. She was there to work, but any other time she left the house she dressed up a bit. Well, at least make it more obvious that she was a woman. Anything more than that was just way too much work.
Feeling refreshed and somewhat more alert she got into her car and headed towards Clement's Market. She grabbed the French vanilla ice cream she knew Alice wanted. She grabbed a half gallon of chocolate fudge swirl for Nathan, Alice's oldest son and the brother of Joe's heart, and then a half gallon of M & M ice cream for herself and Eric. Nathan's girlfriend and whoever Alice was trying to set up with Eric would have plenty of flavors to choose from.
Ten minutes later she was pulling up to the small white Victorian house that she still referred to as home. There were three extra cars in the driveway, two she recognized. She hated being the last one to arrive anywhere. She grabbed the bags and headed inside without knocking. If she tried to knock Alice would get insulted. Joe was family and god help her if she didn't act it.
She walked into the house, surprised when she didn't spot anyone in the living room. The smell of pot roast immediately hit her as she headed towards the kitchen. "Mom?" she called out.
"We're in the kitchen, sweetie!" Alice yelled back.
"Yeah, sweetie, we're in the kitchen!" Nathan added mockingly.
Smart ass.
She walked into the kitchen to find Nathan, tall with blond hair instead of Eric's dark brown hair, and blue eyes sitting at the table, holding hands with a very pretty plump woman. That was one thing she always loved about Nathan, he cared more about the woman on the inside rather than what she looked like. No doubt Joe would like her.
She found Eric sitting on the counter, looking uncomfortable under the gaze of a woman with long wavy red hair and a bit too much make up and too thin to be healthy. She looked to be mid twenties and really into fashion, judging by her overdone dress and amount of costume jewelry she wore. Joe doubted her bone thin arm was strong enough to move under the weight of the insane amount of bracelets she wore.
Joe didn't think she'd ever understand why Alice took it as her personal mission in life to find a girlfriend for her youngest son. He was incredibly good looking if you liked the bad boy look mixed with a touch of adorable, which she did, but that was neither here nor there. He never lacked options. They couldn't go anywhere without some woman shoving her number at him. So, why Alice thought he needed help she'd never know.
"About time you got your lazy ass here," Eric said with a wink.
"Eric Parish!" Alice said, sounding more shocked than she really should at this point.
"Yeah, Eric," she said, sticking her tongue out like a two year old.
As she passed him on the way to the fridge he swatted her on the ass. Hard.
"Eric!" Alice snapped.
"What?" he asked, looking and sounding innocent.
Joe just barely resisted the urge to rub her ass. Damn that stung, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it did. Their relationship was complicated and admittedly very weird.
She put the ice cream away and palmed an ice cube.
"Sweetie, this is Nathan's girlfriend, Caitlyn and this is my friend Camie," she said, not mentioning Camie was meant to be Eric's date. No doubt the man would outright bolt if she did. He didn't want to date anyone right now or at least hadn't found anyone he liked.
"It's very nice to meet both of you," Joe said as she casually walked behind Eric. Quickly and discretely, she shoved the ice cube down the back of his pants.