Chapter 52

Thud, the dull sound of the hammer hitting again felt as if it had struck Virginia. With that, it had now expanded to its limit. Imagining the buttocks hidden inside the baggy uniform, he could no longer endure.

Greyson hurriedly left his spot and almost ran to the bathroom. Damn it, he couldn't even run because of his aroused Virginia. Barely making it to a private stall in the bathroom with that heavy thing, he immediately lowered his pants zipper and took out his penis. As if it had been waiting, the thing that raised its head was already wet at the tip.

"Fuck."

Greyson cursed as he quickly stroked his penis. The sensation of it filling his large hand showed that ejaculation wasn't far off.

"Ha, haa, ha."

Along with his rapid breathing, he repeatedly moved his hand busily. Veins bulged on the thick shaft. As he rubbed it repeatedly, one imagination filled his mind. He wanted to tear off the suspenders, pull down the pants, and directly see the buttocks inside. Would they be soft? Firm? What about the hole inside? Could this fit in? Since that guy was a Beta, he wouldn't get wet. What if he applied gel and rubbed the hole? No, that wouldn't do. He should melt it by licking with his tongue. Lick deep inside, and then push this into the gaping hole all at once...

"Haaaa..."

With a long moan, splat, semen shot out. In a dazed state, Greyson habitually stroked his penis to expel the remaining semen several times.

And it was a few minutes later when he realized that he had masturbated and even ejaculated to the thought of Dane Striker's buttocks, which he hadn't even seen directly, but merely imagined.

***

Does this make any sense?

Greyson glared at Dane with a serious face, arms crossed. Dane, sitting in a chair some distance away, was checking his personal equipment and chatting with other guys.

"So yesterday my daughter..."

"The new bike I bought..."

"My grandfather told me that day..."

The conversations continued haphazardly, but Dane only responded occasionally without saying much. Come to think of it, he seemed to be the type who didn't talk much overall. Would he have as many secrets?

Greyson, leaning against the wall, stared at him and chewed over the thought he had already recalled several times. Me doing that because of that bastard.

"...Ha, damn it."

He cursed softly. He couldn't believe it at all. That thing, which had no reaction the day before, suddenly, and for a man who was just hammering nails into a tree, moreover Dane Striker's, and even more his back view, had become erect, and then in the bathroom, furthermore imagining the buttocks hidden in those baggy pants, shockingly, alone, he had even ejaculated.

He couldn't help but be horrified at each word, each phrase. Me? This Greyson Miller? Looking at what part of that bastard? Why? And out of nowhere?

Unable to contain his bewilderment, he rubbed his face with one hand. All of this was just confusing. He couldn't understand why this was happening. Dane Striker was a completely different type from the partners Greyson had known, or played with, until now. He had never been interested in that type before, so why was this happening?

Yesterday he couldn't get an erection, and now he was absurdly excited and even ejaculated. There was only one answer to this incomprehensible situation.

Am I really going crazy because of pheromones? Like my father?

Just as a chill ran down his spine, someone suddenly called his name.

"Miller! Someone's here to see you!"

Raising his head at the voice, one of the firefighters gestured to him, pointing in one direction.

"Go, they're waiting."

Greyson frowned and reluctantly walked in the direction he pointed. For some reason, the man's flushed cheeks bothered him, but he soon found out why. There, an unexpected visitor was waiting for him.

* * *

The team members who were on standby, feeling the bright sun and cool wind, were scattered here and there doing their own work as usual. It was well after lunchtime, when the drowsy sun was pouring down, that an unexpected visitor came to them.

Many team members were also exercising in the fitness room located on the second floor. A luxury sports car caught DeAndre's eye as he was running on a treadmill installed by the window, mindlessly looking outside. The sight of the bright yellow Ferrari that had stopped in the parking lot of the fire station grounds also drew the attention of the other guys running alongside him. Who is it? Who's coming? The atmosphere, which had been buzzing with mild interest and curiosity, soon turned into astonished cheers.

"It's Naomi Parker!"

At someone's shout, the guys who had been using equipment inside rushed over, shouting in surprise.

"What? Who? Naomi Parker?"

"Fuck, move, get your head out of the way! Where? Where is she?"

"Damn, she's killing it! That's insane, is that even human?"

"Naomi, Naomi!"

"Naomi! I love you!"

Naomi smiled and waved at the cheers of the firefighters who had rushed down, competing to be first. With that, the cheers doubled.

Wilkins, deliberately ignoring the unseemly behavior of his subordinates, approached her and greeted her first.

"Hello, Ms. Parker. What brings you here? Is there a filming scheduled?"

Though he hadn't received any prior official request for cooperation, he was ready to gladly accommodate if Naomi asked. Of course, the chief's opinion might differ, but wouldn't it be possible to persuade him anyway? After all, it was none other than Naomi Parker, the acclaimed actress who had won an Academy Award for Best Actress.

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed elegantly, "Hoho."

"No, nothing like that. I came to see a friend, but I'm not sure if I'm being a bother."

"A friend?"

"A friend? In our station?"

"Who? Who is it?"

"Is it you? No way, is it you?"

"Is it me? Really me?"

"I'm Naomi's friend from today!"

"What? Then I'm from yesterday!"

"I've been since birth!"

Men shouted nonsense from all around, causing an uproar. As if accustomed to such commotion, Naomi didn't lose her smile and nodded toward Wilkins.

"Yes, I'm not sure if it's okay since he hasn't been working here for long..."

"Please tell us. We'll find him for you."

While readily answering, Wilkins hurriedly recalled the faces of the employees in his mind. If it was an employee who hadn't been working for long, it could be a temporary worker or an assistant firefighter...

As he was diligently searching his memory, Naomi said with a bright smile.

"Thank you, then could you call Greyson Miller for me?"

At those words, the voices chanting Naomi's name from all around hesitated and subsided. Wilkins also blinked in surprise and stammered.

"Wh-who... who did you say? Miller?"

When Wilkins asked for confirmation at the unexpected name, Naomi nodded and answered.

"Yes, that's right. Greyson Miller. He's here, isn't he?"

"Ah, yes. Th-that's right. Greyson Miller, he's here."

Quite flustered, Wilkins repeated Naomi's words and even stammered. He fumbled and hurriedly looked back.

"Hey, you. Find Miller, quickly!"

"Uh, ah, yes. Understood."

The man ran off as soon as he answered. When he returned a moment later, he wasn't alone.

"Naomi?"

Turning at the voice from behind, Naomi discovered Greyson Miller standing a few steps away, looking at her, and immediately approached him with a broad smile.

"Greyson, my love."

"What? What love?"

"My love?"

All the men watching opened their mouths wide in shock. But Greyson casually opened his arms, lightly embraced Naomi, made a gesture of brushing his cheek against hers, and said.

"Welcome. It would have been nice if you had contacted me in advance."

At Greyson's words, Naomi raised the corners of her mouth refreshingly.

"I wanted to surprise you. It suits you well? Being a firefighter must be your calling."

Naomi said after detaching herself and looking Greyson up and down once. Greyson smiled as always.

"Is that so, thank you."

"Shall we have some coffee together? What do you think?"