by Marie Carnay
He flicked his tongue across her nipple and she reached out for him, fingers grazing his rigid shaft beneath the cotton. Mmm. She stroked through the fabric, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and pumping. Up and down. Good, but not enough. Bruce stripped, ditching the boxers on the floor and Raven twisted her upper body as she reached for him again.
Soft, velvet lips wrapped around his cock and Bruce groaned out loud. So eager. So sexy. Her warm, wet tongue lapped and flicked across his tip and Bruce lost himself in the moment. Hank’s head was planted firmly between her knees—licking and sucking and driving her wild—and Raven’s tongue was playing twister with his cock. Everything they never thought they’d have again—maybe more—it was all right here on queen bed at the edge of town.
Raven tensed as she lapped at his dick and he knew she was close. He reached out and pinched her nipple and she froze—contorted and twisted as the orgasm ripped through her body. His dick slipped from her open mouth and she let go in a scream.
After a few seconds, her voice eased into a moan, then a pant, and finally she fell back on the bed in a quivering heap. Hank let her legs go and stood up, shedding clothes left and right. Bruce smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead, but he hit lips instead. Insistent, hungry lips with a tongue that thrust inside his mouth and lapped against his own. Damn.
He pulled back and she smiled as she pushed him over onto his back. “Now I know what I’ve been missing with only one man.”
“We’re just getting started.”
“Yes, we are. And it’s my turn.”
She slid down the bed, climbing off the mattress until she kneeled on the floor. “Come here.”
Bruce frowned and sat up. “You’re sure? You don’t have to, you know.”
Raven almost growled. “Get over here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Bruce scooted to the edge of the bed and swung his leg around so her body nestled between his knees. His dick was rock hard and standing tall, pointing right at her lips.
Her mouth fell open and she blinked for a moment. “Guess it’s my lucky day, isn’t it?” She giggled and crept closer, inching her mouth towards his dick. Bruce held his breath as her lips slipped over his tip and groaned as she ran her tongue over his ridge.
She slid down his shaft, letting her saliva leak out from the edges of her lips and coat his skin. Farther and farther she took him in, stopping only when he bumped against her throat. Oh, man. At this rate, he’d never hang on.
“I stop to take my clothes off and look what I miss.” Hank chuckled and stepped up behind Raven, running his hand up and down her bare back.
Oh, yes. Without a single word, Raven stood up, sticking her ass out as she took Bruce’s cock deeper down her throat. He groaned as she rocked forward and back, sliding her way down his shaft while she stroked the rest of his length with her hands.
Bruce and Hank weren’t the only ones who loved to use their tongues. Raven did too. And they weren’t getting away without her getting a taste. Not when she’d already had the best orgasm of her life. She lubed Bruce with her spit, soaking his cock until her saliva dribbled down his shaft and coated her hands. Then she stroked him, hands moving in time with her mouth, fast and tight and slick.
He thrust into her, bucking his hips as she bobbed her head, licking on the way up and humming on the way down. Mmm. Yes. Hank rubbed her back and she shimmied again. She wanted more than just a massage. She wanted him to fuck her.
She didn’t know how three people could fit together. Be so right. But they were. Hank would make it complete. Filling her up. Making her come. All while she brought Bruce over the edge. Enough waiting. Raven reached behind her and found Hank’s cock, hard and ready. She pulled off Bruce and turned around. “Take me, Hank. I want you to fuck me.”
He blinked his eyes open. “I like this dirty talk.”
“I’d rather be doing something else.”
He groaned his agreement and reached for a condom. With a quick roll and a wicked grin, he stepped up to her waiting body. Yes, please. She spread her legs and he nudged them wider as she leaned over and took Bruce back inside her mouth. Her lips wrapped around Bruce’s shaft and Hank entered her, his thick cock sinking deep and stretching her taut.
She gasped and jerked and in one steady, smooth glide, he sunk inside until their bodies met and she’d taken him all. His cock throbbed as her muscles gripped him and Raven moaned in satisfaction. I’ve needed this. Needed them. Hank took her hips in his hands and as she wrapped her own hand around Bruce’s shaft, Hank thrust. Hard. Deep. She slid down Bruce’s length, his swollen head hitting the back of her throat with every pass.
Faster, rougher, Hank picked up speed. Slamming her body forward, pushing Bruce’s cock down her throat. Giving her all she could take. She arched her back and opened her eyes, searching for Bruce’s gaze in the dim light. There. His eyes brimmed with lust and desire and the heat of the three of them together made her soar. She needed Hank and Bruce, not some single, ordinary man.
She let Bruce’s cock go with a smack of her lips and rose up to kiss him. His tongue shoved inside her mouth and flicked back and forth and Hank grunted behind her. Forward and back, again and again, Hank ground his hips into her ass. With every slam of their bodies together, he edged deeper, claiming another part of her, ruining her for anyone but them. At last he froze—buried to the hilt as an orgasm rocketed through him.
Raven broke her kiss with Bruce and closed her eyes as Hank pulled away. It was all too good. Bruce’s hands ran up her sides and he planted a kiss on her collarbone. “We’re the two luckiest men to have found you, Raven.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I fell through my back porch.”
“Such a good thing.”
Raven kissed Bruce again. It was part whirlwind, part dream, but she didn’t care. Everything about Bruce and Hank was right. As she marveled at their brand-new connection, Bruce grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He tugged her closer. “I want to watch you, babe. Ride me until you come.”
She blinked. Raven had never had the courage to do that with anyone. Her body? On display like that? But Bruce wasn’t just another guy. He’d opened up to her. Shared his and Hank’s secret. He’d chased off Greg and made her come so hard she almost cried. She bit her lip and climbed onto the mattress.
With a deep breath, she straddled his thighs, planted her hands on his chest, and sunk down. Oh, wow. Where Hank had been hard and fast, Bruce filled her slow. Hot. A gentle flick of her hips and her clit ground against his firm body. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to her core. She closed her eyes and groaned, overcome by another orgasm stirring inside her. As she picked up speed, Hank stepped up behind her, running his hands up her sides, massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She moaned and worked herself up and down, harder and harder as Bruce thrust up into her from below.
The mattress squeaked—e-o-e-o—in time with their sex. It turned her on even more and she rode Bruce like a damn animal, slamming into him, meeting his hips on every thrust. Sweat beaded across her forehead and dripped down between her breasts. Her ass ached with fatigue, but she couldn’t stop. Not until they both came in a torrent.
With a groan, Bruce strained beneath her and went still, his cock hardening inside her. As he shook with release, Raven came, crying out and clenching her muscles. Her orgasm rumbled through her, a wave of thunder spreading out from her core to her limbs, all the way to her fingers and toes. Her whole world spun, flashes of light and explosions of color ricocheting inside her head as joy tumbled through her. She was still flying, dizzy and discombobulated, when Hank lifted her up and laid her on the mattress.
After a few minutes, Bruce kissed her cheek and Hank snuggled close behind her. “Thank you, Raven.”
“Mmm. For what?”
“For coming into our life. Showing up here when we’d just about given up on finding someone we could share. Turning everything in our lives upside down.”
She rolled onto her side and kissed Bruce’s nose. “You’re welcome. You both have done the same for me, you know. I’d given up on men. Pushed dating and relationships and sex all out of my mind. I was coming to Mill Creek to be alone. But there you were.”
Hank kissed her shoulder. “Tell us that you’ll try this whole dating thing. That this is more than one night.”
Raven nodded. “I will. I can’t imagine letting either of you go.”
Bruce pulled her close and she nestled into his firm chest as Hank wrapped his arm around her waist. There were a million things to talk about. Learn. Decide. But they could wait. Right now, there was nothing else she’d rather do but fall asleep in their arms.
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
“You sure you want cabinets above the sink?” Hank held up the tape measure and a carpenter’s pencil.
“Yep. I’m sure. There’s barely enough room for dishes, let alone pots and pans.” Raven stood at the edge of the kitchen and admired her boyfriend’s ass. Hmm. Those jeans hung just right.
Bruce sauntered in and wrapped his arm around her waist as he kissed her neck. “Hey beautiful. How’s Hank’s kitchen remodel?”
Raven gave boyfriend number two a squeeze. “Slow. He keeps getting distracted.”
“Hey! I have good reason. You keep wearing those itty-bitty dresses and this’ll never get done.”
Raven laughed. It’d been the best six months of her life. When she’d shown up in Mill Creek, she was ready to be alone. Instead, she’d fallen through her porch and into the arms of the two best men she’d ever known. Thank goodness carpenters in Mill Creek made house calls.
CHAPTER ONE
“PUT ME DOWN!” Angie’s demand echoed through the empty parking lot as Rich gripped her tighter. Even with blood whooshing in her ears, his chuckle rumbled against her thighs.
“You said the fireman’s carry was up first. I’m getting a head start.” He gave her ass a pat and picked up speed, jogging like she weighed nothing at all.
This is ridiculous! Ever since she’d shown up in Mill Creek, she’d either been propositioned for a late-night booty call, teased and picked on like a little sister, or generally just given a hard time. But to be slung over a shoulder and hauled around like a sack of potatoes? Unbelievable! With every footfall, Angie’s boobs bounced up and down and her hair swung in her face.
It would have been bad enough if they were alone. But Dave stood at the other end of the building, whooping and hollering with a choice view of her jiggling ass.
She punched Rich again in the back. “I am not regulation carry equipment!”
He only laughed harder and picked up the pace. Damn it. She knew Rich was a goofball. Playing practical jokes and making the station house crack up was his specialty. But she’d never been so physically involved. “Please tell me this isn’t on camera.”
The groan rattled her whole body. “It’s your lucky day, Williams. I wish I’d thought of it. We could have made a bang-up new training video.” He gave Angie’s ass another smack. “You’re not so bad, you know? I half-expected a knee to the balls by now.”
She squirmed in Rich’s hold, trying to do just that, when he slowed to a stop. The world tilted, blood rushed from her head and Angie was upright. Sort-of.
Everything spun. Trees and pavement and two sexy firemen. All blurring into one hot mess.
“Whoa. I got you. You all right?” Strong, thick hands wrapped around her arms from behind and she reeled. “Dude. She’s the instructor today, Rich. We can’t qualify if she passes out.”
“Hey! I thought it’d be fun. I didn’t know she’d get sick.” Rich bent down and his massive frame blotted out the morning sun. He looked up at her with a face full of concern. “Sorry, Angie. You okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Just give me a minute, will you?” She took a deep breath. Blinked a few times. Realized Dave still held her by the arms. She gave one of his hands a pat. “Thanks. I think I’m okay now.”
He let her go and she braced herself but didn’t fall. Thank God. Adding landing on her face to being carried ass-up the length of the fire station was not how she wanted to start the morning. She smoothed the front of her shirt and glanced up at Rich. “Unfortunately for you, you’re going to have to do that again. With the weighted bag. Think you can manage?”
“Oh, I can manage, all right.” He gave her a wink and she laughed despite the lingering irritation. Every time Rich put on the smooth-talker voice she couldn’t help it. At six-foot-four with barn-sized shoulders and a voice to match, the man couldn’t pull off suave if his life depended on it.
He might have embarrassed her, but he meant well. Angie glanced at Dave and back at Rich. She’d been in Mill Creek four months and they were the only two in the entire station house who hadn’t either come onto her or tried to put her down for being a woman. The least she could do was laugh.
Shit. Angie bent over to grab a set of collapsible cones and Rich fought the urge to groan out loud. The way her ass filled out those khaki pants. The way each side rolled and bounced while he carried her. Soft curves. Ample flesh a man could squeeze.
All he could think about was Angie on top of him, straddling his thighs as she rocked up and down. Brown hair falling across her face. Green eyes huge and dilated as she came on a moan. Her body sandwiched between him and Dave as they took her places she’d never been. Damn.
Lusting after Angie Williams was not a way to ace the exam. Ever since the county implemented annual training, it’d become a competition at the station house. Who could score the highest? Be the best? Every year it came down to him and Dave. His best friend. Fellow firefighter. Joint lover.
Rich glanced over in time to see Dave give him the choke sign. Bastard. He’d pay for that.
“Alright boys.” Angie’s voice cut through the pissing contest and Rich turned back to her. “So we’re onto the obstacle course. It’s ninety seconds. Run through the cones, pick up the weighted bag, run back. Tell me when you’re ready.”
Angie pulled out her stopwatch and held it in her hand. She even made clipboards and official timers sexy. Too bad she never loosened up.
Rich had tried when she’d first shown up at the house. He’d teased her a bit, egging her on like a little sister. All the while thinking about wrapping her up in his arms and doing very non-brotherly things. No matter what he’d done, she’d never relaxed. Still professional, uptight and drop dead gorgeous.
Fuck. A hard-on did not make a good race companion. Rich adjusted his pants and crouched on the starting line next to Dave.
“Be ready to get smoked, man.”
“Not by you.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see about that.” Dave grinned and Angie’s air horn blasted out.
They both took off, darting between the cones and racing each other to pick up the weighted bags. A hundred and fifty pounds of awkward ball filling in a burlap sack. If they could pick that up and run back in time, they were supposedly fit and able to carry a victim out of a burning building. But Rich knew there was way more to it than that.
In the chaos of fire, with flames licking at your arms and smoke cutting off your sight, the ability to carry a heavy sack didn’t begin to cover it. Rich reached the bags first and grabbed ahold of one, hoisting it over his shoulder as he spun around.
Dave picked up his bag as Rich took off. He had a few yards head start, but it didn’t matter. Dave was faster in a run. A few seconds later, they crossed the finish line together.
With a grunt, Rich dumped the bag on the ground. Maybe if he hadn’t carried Angie, he’d have won. He glanced up at her sexy curves hidden in sensible work clothes. Still worth it.
Dave sprawled out on the grass, chest heaving. Rich grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it at him before picking one up for himself. He twisted the cap and turned to Angie. “So how’d we do?”
She glanced at the clipboard. “Looks like a tie so far. Ladder climb’s up next. Meet you over there in five?”
Rich nodded and took a swig of water as Angie walked toward the station house. She stopped by a set of ladders leaning against the wall and flipped a page of her records.
“I swear she’s the only woman I know who looks hot in khaki pants and polo shirt.”
Dave drained his water bottle and nodded. “You’re telling me.”
“It’s a shame she’s all business.”
“You sure about that?”
Rich frowned. “Always has been with me. What about you?”
Dave shrugged. “I don’t know. I just get the feeling there’s more to her than she lets on.” He tossed his empty bottle in the trash and used the front of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. “I think if we played it right, she’d go for both of us.”
The assessment caught Rich off-guard. “Didn’t you say after Monica you were through?” He remembered the day like it was yesterday. They’d all just celebrated their one-year anniversary. Rich had made dinner. They’d drunk wine and relaxed and had an amazing night. Until Monica turned to both of them and said it was over. That she wanted to move to Southern California to try and be an actress. Dating two men didn’t fit that dream.
The next morning, Dave called it quits. Told Rich straight to his face he couldn’t do it anymore. That the sex and the connection and whatever it was they had when they shared one woman—none of it was worth it. Not if it never lasted. “You said never again, Dave. Don’t you remember?”
“Yeah. I did. And I meant it. But…”
“But what?”
Dave ran his hand through his hair and glanced at Angie. “That was before Angie showed up. She’d be perfect for us. All those curves. Sassy back talk. She’s the type of woman that can handle us.”
Rich followed Dave’s stare and instantly regretted it. Angie had tossed the clipboard on the ground and was bent over, unlocking a ladder. God, he could run his hands over those hips all night.