by Jane Jamison
He tugged the skirt a little higher until the hem rested against the bottom of her butt. She pushed back, eager to have him take her from behind. She’d always wanted to try it that way, but had never had the nerve. Never had the men she’d wanted to give that special treat to.
The tearing of her panties made her gasp, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t think they’d want her to complain. She doubted they would’ve allowed her to complain.
Wiley’s hand explored her lower half, skimming a finger along the crease of her butt while his other hand did the same to the crease between her folds. Her mouth parted as though that would help her draw in air, but it was of no use. They’d taken away her ability to breathe normally.
Wiley’s chest pressed against her back and he picked up speed, dipping his finger between her pussy lips to tease her. He lightly rubbed her clit and skimmed his finger farther between her delicate folds.
She was wet and hotter than she could ever remember getting. His finger was like a probe, searching for every nerve ending that would make her feel even more alive.
“You smell so sweet. And I bet you taste just as sweet.”
She moaned and was thrilled when Brody pushed his hand between her and the car. He unbuttoned the top four buttons of her blouse, then slipped underneath the simple cotton of her blouse and found her hard nipple.
“She’s hard, Wiley. But feeling her up is only going to be good for so long.” Brody pinched her nipple, making her pussy throb even more under Wiley’s exploration.
“You like that, don’t you, Michelle? You like having Wiley’s hand between your legs.” Brody slicked his tongue around the curve of her ear. “I bet you’d like to have my tongue between your legs, wouldn’t you? Tell me you would.”
“I would.”
“For anyone else to see. That’s the way it’s going to be.”
She thrilled at his words, then pleaded with them. “Please. Now.”
“Then let’s give her what she wants.”
In the next moment, she was in Wiley’s arms as he carried her, her back still against his chest to the hood of her old car. He set her down in front of it for just a second, then turned her to face him and lifted her again. He laid her out over the warm metal surface.
She glanced around, fearful someone would see them. But with their next touch, they wiped that fear away.
Wiley pushed her skirt to her waist, then pushed her legs apart. She was naked from the waist down, except for her high heels. “Damn, will you look at that, bro? She’s so wet her cream’s sparkling in the sun.”
Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, Wiley lowered his body between her legs. The last thing she saw of his mouth was a wicked smile. Then, with the first swipe of his tongue over the top of her folds, she sucked in a breath and let her knees fall to the side, opening herself to him completely. He groaned, the sound and warmth of it traveling over her flesh. He pulled her folds apart, then slicked his tongue over her throbbing clit.
“Oh, my God.” Her body trembled, yet she had nothing to hold on to. She threw her arms wide, splaying her fingers across the hood, and stared up into the cloudless blue sky.
Brody hopped on top of the hood, dipping it a moment before he undid the rest of her blouse buttons, then spread it apart. The sun warmed her skin as she watched him take one of her nipples through her bra and pinch it again. She responded by arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward him.
Nothing had ever prepared her for them. They were suddenly her lovers, her masters, her everything. Her body shivered under the warm sun, but the real heat came from within.
“You like that, too, huh? Good. I plan on giving you a little pain. Not as much as I’d like to, but we have to make do under the circumstances.”
He feathered his fingertips under the top of her bra, then pulled the material lower, setting her breasts free. Lowering himself to his elbow, he sucked a nipple into his wet, hungry mouth. His teeth held it firmly in place as he whipped his tongue back and forth across the taut bud.
Her body took over, reacting as a woman should react to the touch of two men. She arched her back again, then spread her legs wider and thrust her pelvis against Wiley’s mouth. He laved his tongue over her clit, then crushed his mouth against her skin and drew it inside. She cried out, and begged him for more.
Brody released her nipple with a satisfied popping sound, then brought his mouth down on the other one. He fondled her other breast, his fingers toying with her nipple, pinching then rubbing it until she wasn’t sure which felt better.
“Kiss me.”
A slap against her thigh startled her.
Brody’s dark eyes plundered hers. “Don’t tell us what to do. If you’re going to be our woman”—he paused, then smiled down at her—“and you are, then you’re going to have to get used to our calling the shots. Got it?”
What else could she do but nod? She couldn’t tell them no. If they stopped, she would’ve fallen apart. They were giving her the real life versions of her fantasies.
Had he said “our woman”?
Wiley thrust a finger into her pussy and wiped away the question. Her mind whirled with emotions and feelings, but with little to no way to capture her thoughts. Those would have to come later. Now was for experiencing sex as she’d never had it before.
Wiley sucked down on her clit just as she clamped her pussy walls around his digit. She whimpered, needing more from him, needing his cock. Even when he pushed two fingers into her, bringing the friction to a higher level of delight, she knew it was nothing compared to what his cock would give her.
Her body was in turmoil, readying for a climax that would thunder out of her. She tried to hang on, never having had more than one climax during sex, and let out a frustrated cry.
“Yes, baby, you’re going to come, all right. I want to taste your juices and feel them on my face.”
Brody swept his tongue over her nipple then took hold of her hair and tugged. “That’s right, Michelle. Don’t worry. Go ahead and let go. It won’t be your last orgasm. You can count on that.”
Wiley pumped his fingers in and out of her, driving her closer and closer. Once he touched her sensitive pad, she’d have no choice but to let it fly. He pressed his mouth over her clit, then pumped harder, faster.
“We won’t fuck you for real, baby.”
She stared at Brody, shocked by his words. “What?” Surely they weren’t going to leave her unsatisfied, without getting a taste of either one of their cocks.
“No. We’re letting you cream, but as for getting fucked? We’re going to save that for another day.”
“I don’t understand. You said I’d have more than one orgasm.” She panted as Wiley added yet a third finger. She was close, too close not to give in.
“You will. But the rest is for another day.”
He was tormenting her on purpose. He put his mouth to her nipple again, just as Wiley sucked in her clit then found her G-spot with his fingers.
The combined sensations were too much for her to withstand. Careless of where they were, she closed her eyes and let her release take her, screaming out her pain and ecstasy. Her body shook as wave after wave of the earthquake erupting inside her swept over her. She was still trembling when they took their hands and mouths from her.
When she had enough control over her body to open her eyes, they were standing beside the car watching her. Their gazes were heated and…smug.
She couldn’t think what to say. Why had they taken her so far and not satisfied themselves? She could see the hardness in their jeans and knew they had to be aching with need.
“Why didn’t you—” She tugged her blouse together, and with Wiley’s help, slid to her feet. Her skirt fell down, once more covering her.
Brody took her by the chin, making her look at him. “Don’t worry. Like I said, it won’t be the last time. And when we come to you again, you’re going to want it big time.”
“And you’ll tell us what’s really going
on,” added Wiley.
She shook her head, denying she’d tell them. As for the other, she knew he was right. Even now, as her body still hummed from their touches, she wanted to beg them to fuck her, apart, together, however they wanted her.
“Let’s get going, Wiley. We’re due at the station.” Brody gave her a wink that she sensed was uncharacteristic of him, then heeled around and strode down the block toward their Jeep.
She stood in front of her car, unable to get behind the wheel until she’d calmed down. What had she been thinking? It was bad enough that she’d allowed the two men—firefighters!—who thought she was a fire bug to catch her with a gas can, but to let them do what they’d done? Out in the open? Then for them to treat her as they had? Like cavemen claiming their mate? She’d thought before that her head wasn’t on straight, but now she was sure of it. Getting close to them was dangerous. Not only for herself, but for Curt.
And yet, getting close again was all she wanted to do.
“Oh, my God. I am so screwed.”
* * * *
Brody was quiet on the way back to the station. Quiet even for him. Wiley had taken over the driving after leaving a very satisfied Michelle by her car.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
Again with the silence.
He glanced at his brother who sat facing straight ahead. “Bro, what’s up with you?”
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yeah. Out in the open like that wasn’t smart. It was terrific, but not the wisest thing we’ve ever done.” Yet he didn’t regret it for a second. In fact, if he got another chance, he’d do it again.
“I’m not talking about that. She’s a suspect in an investigation. Instead of playing around with her, we should’ve forced her into talking. Or taken her in and let the police handle it.”
Wiley didn’t care that his brother was right. All he cared about was her. He hadn’t been sure of it before, but after what had just happened, he no longer had any doubts.
“Fuck that. You’ve got to know she’s the one.”
The one. The woman they’d talked about. The woman they’d thought would never come along. The one they didn’t believe had a chance in hell of existing. Yet after seeing how happy Paul and his friends, Wade and Troy Chambliss, were living with Daisy, they’d started thinking about sharing a woman. One who would be cool with the way they wanted their sex. With them in control. With them doing whatever they wanted to her as long as it didn’t hurt her. With them calling the shots. But most of all, with them doing everything they could to make her happy, both in and out of the bedroom.
“We don’t know that.”
“Are you shitting me? That was a spontaneous thing, bro, and it wouldn’t have happened with any other woman. You know it as well as I do. She’s perfect for us.”
“Again. She’s a suspect in an arson investigation. How do you think that’s going to play with us doing our job? Hell, we should’ve already told the police about her.”
Brody had a point, but he was damned if he’d admit it. He didn’t care what they had to do, they’d protect her in whatever way they could. If that meant keeping her secret, they would. If that meant turning her in so she could get the psychological help she needed, then they’d stand by her side and take the brunt of the backlash.
“Not yet. We don’t know for sure that she’s the one setting the fires.”
“Now who’s bullshitting who? We caught her coming out of the house with a gas can.”
“Exactly. A full gas can. If she’d wanted to torch the place, she had plenty of time. She was leaving the house. Not going inside it.”
He’d gotten to Brody. Not only because he knew his brother wanted to believe in her innocence as much as he did, but because he’d made a good argument. “We have to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“Maybe.” Brody turned his head toward the side window. “I sure hope you’re right.”
“I am.” Yet Wiley couldn’t push away the bit of doubt that lurked at the edges of his mind.
“Okay, then, let’s give her the benefit of the doubt. Let’s say she didn’t set those fires.”
“Right. Which means someone else did. But who?”
“Let’s look at the facts. First, we find her scoping out the scene of the latest house fire. Then, when she realizes that we see her, she takes off running. That spells guilt to me.”
“Not necessarily. It only means she didn’t like the looks of your ugly mug.” When in doubt, Wiley would fall back on making a joke.
“Knock it off.”
“Okay, you’re right. It does make her look guilty. But what if she wasn’t there as the one who set the fire, but as someone who—”
“As someone who knows who set the fire. You’re thinking she’s covering for someone.” Brody twisted in his seat.
Wiley pulled the Jeep into the parking lot behind the station. “That makes more sense. We see her at the fire and then we find her carrying a full gas can away from a house. Yeah, it makes sense. She knows who’s setting the fire.”
“Which still leaves us with the problem of getting an answer out of her.” Brody leaned against the door.
“I’d fuck it out of her if I could remember to ask her.” He chuckled. “Now that would be one hell of an interrogation.”
“Yeah, like that would ever work. Naw, man. Forcing it out of her, even that way, wouldn’t work. Besides, it’d ruin our chances at any future with her.”
“Then we need to come up with a different strategy. I get the feeling that she wants to tell someone. Why else would she have shown up at the station looking for the Firemen for Hire? We have to get her to talk.” Wiley turned off the Jeep, but remained in his seat.
“And we do this how?”
“We need to get her to trust us. Once she does, she’ll open up.”
“Like I said. How?”
“Damn, do I have to come up with all the ideas? Come on, bro, use the head that’s on your shoulders and think.”
Brody scoffed, but then came back with the answer. “She’s on us to help out at Hope House, right? Then that’s what we do.”
“I don’t know. That seems kind of shady to me. Pretending to be a role model for some troubled kids in order to get information out of her? That feels kind of low, bro.”
“If that’s what we have to do, then that’s what we do. And who says we have to pretend? Can’t we do both? Can’t we give a kid a real role model and earn her trust at the same time?”
Sometimes his younger brother came up with good ideas. “Not to mention that it’ll give us time with her.”
“Exactly.” Brody thrust open his door and hopped out of the vehicle. A second later, the alarm went off. “Shit. Haul ass, bro. We’ve got a fire to go to.”
Wiley was out of the Jeep and running toward the engine bay as other firemen were grabbing their gear, ready to put their lives on the line to battle a blaze. He grabbed his bunker pants with the reflective striping that had the black boots already built in off the hook, then yanked the suspenders onto his shoulders. Brody was already looping his radio around his neck before clipping the microphone to his jacket. Cap shot a glare at both of them, signaling a talk was in their future about where they’d disappeared to, then hopped into the cab of the engine, holding onto the red helmet that identified him as their captain.
Wiley hurried to finish dressing, then grabbed hold of the engine a moment after Brody did. He slapped his brother on the back, excitement channeling adrenaline through his veins. “Looks like Cap noticed us being gone.”
“He’ll be cool once he finds out why. Besides, we made it back in time.”
“I hope he sees it that way.” Wiley positioned his helmet. “Ready to roll, bro?”
“Sure enough.” Brody crammed his yellow helmet on top of his head. “Once we’re back, we take care of Cap, then we get our plan together. One way or another, she has to talk.”
“Agreed. Even if I have to use to
rture.” Torture of the sexual kind, of course. Yet he had to wonder. Was the person she was protecting so important that she’d give up any connection to them to keep him safe?
Chapter Five
Michelle must’ve stared at the paperwork for at least five minutes before she realized she wasn’t really reading it. Her mind was still mush a week after lying on top of her car and letting Wiley and Brody bring her to a climax.
Sex.
In the open.
With two hunky firefighters.
Oh. My. God.
It wasn’t the type of thing she’d want her family and friends to know, but it was the stuff wet dreams were made of. What they’d done was risky, careless, and potentially dangerous for all their careers, but she didn’t care. It was the single greatest moment in her life. What’s more, she couldn’t help but believe it was a sign of more amazing things to come.
If everything else wasn’t a problem, she’d think she was the luckiest woman in the world. Having both Wiley and Brody lusting after her was more than she could’ve asked for.
Although she’d expected them to contact her the day after, their silence hadn’t thrown her. They were firefighters with schedules that weren’t like other men’s.
At least that was what she’d told herself until yesterday. By then, she’d had to realize that their not contacting her had nothing to do with their jobs and more to do with what they didn’t want from her. That, along with the dark cloud of Curt’s problem looming over her, threatened to take away the joy she’d felt.
She had to think about Curt. If Wiley and Brody didn’t want anything to do with her, then there was nothing she could do about it. After all, it wasn’t like they had an actual relationship. One time spread over the hood of her car meant nothing. At least, not to them.
It was hard, but she had to stop thinking about them.
Yeah, right. As if.
She groaned and forced herself to focus on something else. That, of course, led her back to Curt.