Hearts on Fire 1: Serefina (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “We need to get her to the hospital,” the other paramedic stated as he pulled the blanket up over her body, covering her from view.

  “We’ll follow right behind, baby. We’ll only be apart for a few minutes,” Bull told her. She could see the relief and also the fear in his eyes. She looked for Ace, and saw him standing there, looking white as a ghost. His knuckles gripped the bar by the door and she saw the blood on them.

  “Honey, are you okay?” her father asked. She looked at him, her eye getting more and more swollen by the second.

  “I am now. I think everything is going to be just fine from here on out.”

  Chapter 16

  Serefina awoke, startled as she gasped, thinking she was still caught in the burning building with that madman.

  She felt the warm, large palm over her belly above the hospital sheets and tried to open her eyes to see who it was. Her one eye was swollen shut, her side sore after needing stitches, and her entire body a great big ache. She felt like she was ninety years old, but then she locked gazes with Ace.

  Her nipples hardened, her pussy swelled with desire, and she smiled softly.

  “Hi,” she whispered, then coughed and cringed at the same time.

  “Easy, baby.” He helped her to sit up before bringing a straw to her lips. She took a sip and it burned her throat. “Your throat will be sore for a while. You inhaled a lot of smoke. Amazingly there’s no damage to your lungs. They ran a bunch of tests while you slept.”

  She looked at his eyes, the gruff along his cheeks and jaw. He appeared exhausted.

  “You look tired.”

  “I’m good.”

  “No, you aren’t.”

  “Don’t give me any lip. You’re already in enough trouble with me, Ice, and Bull.”

  She felt the tightness in her chest. “For what?”

  “For not taking a direct order. Goddamn it, Serefina. We told you to stay by the fire truck. I know you volunteered to help with the injured, but still, it took so much for me to let you go and leave your side. When we realized he had gotten you—”

  He ran a hand through his hair and stepped away from the bed. That was when she saw Ice and Bull. They looked like they just woke up, too. She saw the blankets, the multiple chairs surrounding her bed, and realized they had remained by her side in the hospital. She also could understand their upset and especially Ace’s. He was the Lieutenant in the firehouse. He was a Marine and their leader. He expected his orders to be followed and she hadn’t.

  She hated the feeling she had inside. She didn’t want to upset Ace, Bull, or Ice. She knew how much they all suffered from their brother Marco’s death. She was at a loss for words as the tears stung her eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was a trap until it was too late. I guess maybe a part of me was trying to be so independent and strong. I was worried about you guys in that fire, I was thinking about Matt, and I was trying to help.”

  They stared at her and she swallowed hard before continuing.

  “Come here, Ace.”

  He turned to look at her, his hands on his hips, the muscles on his upper arms bulging from the T-shirt he wore. She reached out, cringing slightly from the stinging by her side as she took his hand into hers.

  “I love you. I’m alive, and the man responsible for Marco’s death, for Matt’s death and for all those other innocent firefighters and people’s deaths, has been captured. It happened, Ace. I was taken away from all of you, but I was determined to survive.”

  “You were cut, beaten, forced to do God knows what by that monster. My God, Serefina, when we got there, we saw you fighting him beyond the flames. It killed me inside that we couldn’t help you. He stabbed you, we saw it.”

  “And I fought, didn’t I, Ace? I fought for my life, I fought to see the three of you again.”

  “You didn’t trust us to listen to us so we could protect you. It’s like there is still something holding you back from opening your heart to us completely. I don’t get it. I’m trying to, Serefina, but I just can’t grasp what’s holding you back from allowing us all the way in.” Ace stated.

  She closed her eyes, felt the tears well up and her chest tighten.

  “You’re right. I have been holding back, Ace.”

  “Why, baby? You say you love us. You know we love you and have told you. So why are you holding back?” Bull asked.

  “I’m not holding back anymore. From here on out, I’ll give you each all of me. This incident, being taken, nearly dying from the hands of that madman put a lot of things in perspective for me. I admit, before tonight, back at my apartment when we found out about this arsonist, I was thinking about Matt, and wondering why he had to die. I was questioning how I could be with the three of you when Matt still held onto a large part of my heart.” She coughed and cleared her throat. It was dry and sounded so hoarse, but she needed to tell them.

  They looked at her as if they thought she was ending things with them.

  “I realized in that fire, when it came down to living or dying, that I wanted, needed to fight. Not just to bring justice to all those victims like Matt and Marco, but to fight for you. The three of you and the bond we share. Matt will always hold a part of my heart, something deep in my soul because he earned that right, he loved me, and I loved him. But I realized that’s okay. Matt would want me to be happy, to love again, and to feel safe and complete. You three complete me. You have full hold of my heart, and now that this mess is over, I can finally have some closure to it all and begin a new life with the three of you. That’s if you’ll have me,” she said.

  Ace took a deep breath and released it, still holding his firm expression while Bull and Ice looked back and forth between her and Ace.

  Ace moved closer. “I love you very much Serefina, as do my brothers. I understand that part of you will always love Matt. But we’re here. We’re alive and well, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. It will take me some time to get over the fact that you denied a direct order during a fire,” he teased, as Ice and Bull chuckled.

  “If it makes you happy, you can give me a good old-fashioned spanking when we get out of here. Which I hope is soon.” She held his hand to her chest. His eyes widened but she noticed the anger lessen and was replaced by interest at her proposition.

  He bent down so that his face was inches from her lips. His blue eyes roamed over her swollen eye, her puffed out lip, and the bandage on her shoulder. “Baby, you were already going to get a spanking for disobeying my order.” He smiled.

  “She gets one from each of us, too,” Bull stated behind Ace.

  “I think our woman needs to learn how to be loved by three Marines and firefighters,” Ice added.

  “Oh, I think you’re right, and I think it’s going to take lots and lots of discipline until I get it.”

  They shook their heads at her as she closed her eyes and smiled best she could with the bruises she had.

  When she felt a hand move under the blanket and straight to her ass giving it a squeeze, she squealed. “Ace, someone might come in.”

  “Let them, because this ass, this body, and every inch of you belongs to each of us, and no one will ever hurt our woman again.”

  * * * *

  They all entered the station and the crowd of friends and family clapped and cheered for Serefina. It had been over a week since the incident and her abduction. She received hugs and kisses from family and friends as they gathered around drinking beers and talking about the circumstances surrounding the arsonist. Trent and Buddy, along with the FBI, had gathered evidence proving that Denis and his brother Duggy were responsible for multiple arsons including the fire at the senior living condominium complex. It turned out that the owner of Kent Construction, Kent Frederickson, hired Denis and his brother to destroy the condominium so he could buy Mr. Shannigan out and put up new, high-priced, beach-front condominiums.

  Duggy had admitted to the multiple arsons he and his brother conducted. He als
o gave up a lot of information on his brother Denis and his obsession with fire. There was evidence now that Denis had gone after Marco, and had intended on going after Bull and Ice as well. Denis had become obsessed with Serefina because she had been burned by the fire and survived.

  It had been a lot of information to absorb, but Serefina was relieved to have pulled through. Most importantly she had been happy to bring some closure to all the victims’ families as well as for her lovers and for herself.

  She took in the sight around the bar with all the memorabilia, documentation of those who fought fires years ago, and those who continued to fight fire every day. It was the first time in a long time she felt the connection, the depth of brotherhood and love that bound all these men and women together. She wondered at first if she would be afraid of fire and the evil power it seemed to possess without the help of an arsonist like Denis. But then she looked around her, at her brothers, her father, her mom, friends, and her lovers, and saw that their profession, their commitment to fighting fire was not something to fear, but something to embrace. For every evil that dared to rear its ugly head, there needed to be a power stronger and purer to bring it down and save the innocent from harm. These men, her men, did that every day of their lives, and she loved them for it.

  Ace took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Follow me. I want to show you something.”

  She did as everyone continued to celebrate and enjoy the night. As he walked her down a hall and around the corner, he opened a door. He locked it behind them and they entered a dark room that smelled of polish, metal, and something familiar.

  A dim light turned on and she was pleasantly surprised to see a fire truck, all shiny and bright, with Ice and Bull standing in front of it.

  Ace turned her toward it as he unzipped her dress while kissing her neck.

  “I think we mentioned a fantasy about stripping you naked and fucking you on the top of a fire truck.”

  She gasped, her heart racing, her pussy immediately wet.

  The weeks that followed the incident, during her recovery, had given them time to really learn about each other’s wants and desires. They made love slowly at first, taking their time being gentle, and relishing in the emotions and bond that the four of them shared. She knew they each had a lot of fantasies. Some she blushed just thinking about, and others aroused her instantly.

  “Oh God, but everyone is right through that door,” she said, the dress falling to the floor followed by her bra and now her panties as Ace pushed them down to the concrete flooring.

  “Makes it even more arousing, doesn’t it, baby?” Ice asked, pulling off his shirt, revealing those damn sexy cut abs and all those intimidating tattoos. Bull followed and she licked her lips as he pulled his pants off first.

  “Let’s go, darling.”

  They were quick to escort her to the top of the fire truck, and she found Bull lying there naked, cock in hand licking his lips. It was such a sight, as her tender knees crawled along the fire hose, rubbing her skin.

  She crawled up him seductively, kissing him deeply as he immediately pressed up and into her. Serefina gasped, her aches from her injuries a little less, but with a cock in her pussy, and Ice moving his to her mouth, she was aroused and ready to explode.

  “I need you, too,” Ice whispered, taking a fistful of her hair and drawing her closer to his cock. She opened willingly licking the base, the balls, and then to the tip as he moaned, before she took him into her mouth. Back and forth she bobbed her head as Bull thrust upward while cupping her breasts. His thighs parted slightly, spreading her legs, and then she felt the cool liquid to her anus and Ace behind her.

  He rubbed his palms gently over the globes of her ass, parting them and then massaging more deeply.

  “Looks like our spankings have kept this ass nice and pink.”

  “Yes, Lieutenant,” she whispered, and he gave her ass a smack.

  She moaned, and Ice and Bull chuckled. They got a kick out of her calling Ace “lieutenant.” He seemed to like to it, too.

  He pressed a lubricated finger to her ass and she didn’t even want to think that he was walking around the bar with a tube of lube in his pocket. What if someone saw it? That, too, seemed to arouse her body as her pussy released tiny bits of cream from her cunt. Then Ace pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. He thrust deeply, filling her the rest of the way and making her feel perfect. This was where nothing else mattered but their love for one another. With all three men inside of her, she felt full, complete, and at peace with her life and with their future.

  But she didn’t want them to think they had complete control of her. A woman had to make a stand and remind her men that she had her own desires and needs, and she expected them to deliver. She reached under Ice and cupped his balls, making him moan and then shoot his essence down her throat. She swallowed as she thrust up and down on Bull while he tweaked her nipples.

  He shot upward, exploding inside of her. Ace snagged his thick, solid arm around her waist and hoisted her back against him, causing his cock to penetrate deep to her womb. She moaned and tried to counterthrust, but he was in complete control, and she loved it. In and out he stroked his cock into her ass and then shoved in one more time just as she screamed out, coming along with him. He lay down beside her on the fire hose in awe at where they’d just made love together.

  “I wish Marco was here. I know he would have loved you.” Ace whispered against her neck.

  “I’m sure I would have loved him too, just as I love the three of you,” she replied, and he squeezed her snuggly.

  “Can I stay here for the rest of the night?” she asked, cuddling in between Ace and Bull as Ice pulled on his shirt and caressed her calves.

  “We need to get moving,” Ice said, climbing down from the top of the fire truck after kissing her belly.

  Bull followed, and then Ace helped her to crawl down, giving her bare ass little pinches the entire way.

  As she climbed down, Bull was there to pull her into his arms and kiss her. He passed her to Ice, who kissed her deeply, and then Ace helped her get dressed and kissed her next.

  “That was incredible, baby,” Ice told her.

  “Definitely incredible,” Bull added.

  “Glad the alarm didn’t go off, or that could have been embarrassing,” Ace added.

  “The alarm? You mean this is an active fire truck?” she asked, shocked that they could have been caught, never mind the truck driven out of the bay with them naked and fucking on top of it. She was outraged and then saw their smirks. She quickly recovered as she adjusted her boobs in the bra and straightened her dress.

  “Well. You three got your first fantasy wish, mine is next,” she said, walking toward the door,

  “And what fantasy would that be?” Bull asked her.

  She smiled as she gave a sassy look over her shoulder. “A strip tease, to sexy stripper music as you come down the fire pole.” She reached for the doorknob as they hurried to her. She gasped and laughed as they tickled her and nipped her neck as their hands maneuvered under her dress over her pussy and between her ass cheeks.

  “We’re the ones in charge, baby. Or do you need another reminder,” Ace whispered, stroking a finger between her pussy lips and making her moan once again.

  Oh yeah, she was in trouble, but just as she was determined to survive the grasp of a madman, she would get her fantasy. And her three sexy, hot firefighters would do that striptease, slide down that pole, and set her heart on fire again and again.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she w
ould marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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