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Bree
A few hours later we went to the firehouse together, and they introduced me to their colleagues. It was difficult to stop smiling all the time, replaying this whole morning. All I wanted was to go back to their place and continue what we’d stopped so they could finally come to work.
My pussy and ass still felt sore, but they promised me they would make the ache go away... In the most sensual, erotic way I was about to discover tonight...
I sighed, forcing myself to focus on Brian and Roy, who were cracking some jokes with Caleb and Trent. I was so happy that they wanted to introduce me to their friends. I looked between them, amused with their fun banter.
“So how did these two manage to steal your heart?” Brian asked me, winking at them. “I want to know the secret to snatching away such a gorgeous girl like you.”
“Hey, back off,” Caleb warned, smirking at him. “Find your own gorgeous girl.”
I chuckled, amused with his possessiveness. Brian raised his hands in the air, looking apologetic.
“I didn’t really mean it, you know.”
“It’s okay, Brian,” I told him. “Caleb knows I only have eyes for Trent and him.”
I kissed him and then I turned my head around and kissed Trent, making Roy and Brian howl in excitement. I burst into laughter, feeling so happy and relaxed with the guys. They were so funny when they were next to each other.
Half an hour later, there was an emergency call and the casual atmosphere evaporated. Everyone looked serious as they went to prepare themselves.
I caught Caleb and Trent by their hands, feeling like someone squeezed my heart. I was so proud of them, but I couldn’t help but be scared for them too.
“Please, guys. Be careful.”
They smiled at me, their confident gazes giving me the assurance I needed.
“Don’t worry, Bree,” Trent told me. “Everything is going to be alright. We’ll be back before you know it.”
“I love you,” I told them and then approached each of them and kissed them.
“We love you too, Bree.”
“Yeah, sweetie. We love you so much.”
I smiled back at them and let them go to work, heading to the lounge room with computers. I sat down, having decided to apply for school. Since Caleb and Trent had offered to help me, I could finally start realizing my dreams. I would work and study hard to become a teacher and repay them for all their help so far.
I used the phone to call the new rehab facility that Granny was in and talked to the social worker. “I need to make sure she’s well taken care of. I’m looking for work with insurance, but right now we’re going to have to pay out of pocket. I want to make sure Billing can put me on a payment plan.” I didn’t care that the guys were going to help me, I would pay as much as I could without their help. It was the least I could do.
“That’s fine, we’ll adjust it accordingly. And she’ll get the best care possible, I promise you. She’s a neat lady, Agnes.”
I smiled. “Yes, she is. I’ll come visit her tomorrow, please tell her that.”
“She’ll love a visitor I’m sure.”
After I ended the call, and finished applying at a local community college, I searched for some local jobs that had insurance. A bank was hiring and I didn’t even have to work full time to get benefits!
My life was finally changing for the better, and now—more than ever—I was sure I could do everything I wanted. I was strong.
Epilogue
6 months later
Bree
It was late at night, and I was waiting at the apartment for the guys to come back from work. I moved through the dark kitchen, checking if I’d set everything I’d planned to, and tried to calm my nerves. The lit candles I’d put all around made the atmosphere romantic and erotic at the same time. There were flowers on the countertops and the big pasta dinner I’d cooked for them waited for them on the table.
I had something to tell them, and I couldn’t wait until they arrived. I was in my new lingerie only, intent on seducing them, and the thought gave me butterflies. I couldn’t wait to see their expressions.
So many things had changed since the day Caleb and Trent brought me here. I started college, and I didn’t have to worry about money anymore since they were more than generous when it came to helping me with my expenses. Plus my job at the bank had turned out great. I really liked working with all different types of people every day. Also, I helped the guys with this place and cooked meals for the men at the firehouse, which I loved.
Granny had recovered, and she’d been happy when she heard I got along well with the guys. They had invited her to live with us, but she insisted on giving us some privacy. In the end, she had decided to move to an assisted living facility. I was relieved that she’d gotten used to her new life quickly, having already made some great friends, and I didn’t have to stress about whether she was alright there or not.
As soon as I heard the front door opening, I rushed to the hallway to greet the guys. They were wearing jackets and had duffel bags in their hands, but when they saw me, they dropped them and closed the distance between us in an instant.
“Really, baby? You’re wearing only this tiny bra and panties? So naughty,” Caleb said and slapped my ass, pressing his lips against mine a second later.
Trent came behind me and grinded against my ass. His hands found my hips and pulled me against him, the friction of our bodies sending shots of pleasure straight to my core. I was already drunk on them, responding to their fervent kisses and touches with my own, and nothing else mattered but getting them deep inside of me.
I led them to our bedroom and pushed Caleb onto the bed. I straddled him and pulled Trent closer to me, burning to get their cocks inside of me as soon as possible.
“Fuck. You’re making me so hard,” Caleb said and rubbed his raging cock against my mound. We were all still wearing clothes, but there was no time for undressing. I needed them right now.
I pulled Caleb’s pants and boxers down, setting his erection free, and moved my undies aside before I impaled myself on him. I let a strangled moan out, growing hot from the intense pleasure.
Trent knelt behind me and positioned himself right behind my ass hole, sliding his tip over my small entrance.
“I couldn’t keep you out of my head the whole day,” Trent told me, smearing his pre-cum over my anus. It felt so good. “I need you.”
“I need you too.” I moaned when Caleb moved, his sharp thrust inside of me leaving me without breath.
Trent pushed inside of my ass and hit the wall of my womb with one single thrust, and it felt sensational. I was complete with them inside of me, which was the best feeling ever. They rode me fast, owning my body, heart, and soul, and I never wanted this to end. I wanted this pleasure to last forever—this searing, mind-numbing pleasure that made me addicted. I was so addicted.
They pumped me harder, making me come—once, twice, thrice—until they finally allowed themselves release, sending their seed deep inside of me.
We’d spent the next several minutes catching our breath in silence, well spent and completely sweaty. I was ready to reveal the news to them.
“Okay, I have something to show you.” I stood up and went to the closet. I took their fire gear bag and brought it to them. “Open it.”
They looked at each other in slight confusion before they unzipped the bag and found two wrapped packages.
Trent raised his eyebrows. “What’s this?”
I grinned. “Open it and you’ll see.”
They unwrapped the boxes and found two positive pregnancy tests. They snapped their head at me, their eyes widening in surprise.
“Bree?”
My smile grew huge. “I took two just to be sure, but then I figured out I could use them both to tell you... You’re going to be daddies!”
“Bree,” Trent whispered, completely shocked, while Caleb jumped to his feet and rushed to pull me into his embrace.<
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“Baby! I can’t believe this! I can’t fucking believe this! We’re going to be daddies!”
He grabbed my head and covered my face with small kisses. I laughed, filled with joy, and then squealed when Trent joined us and picked me up.
“Trent!”
He rotated me around, making me slightly dizzy, but I didn’t care. I was so happy.
“Bree! I’m so happy! That’s wonderful! I can’t believe it!”
“Yeah. We’re so happy to know our baby is inside you. I love you.”
He hugged me as soon as Trent let me go and buried his head into my shoulder.
“We’re going to take care of you and our baby, Bree. We’re going to give you so much love... We’re so happy, Bree. I love you so much.”
He hugged me from behind, and I felt so safe and loved like this—in between their warm bodies.
“We’ll make sure you get lots of rest,” Trent told me.
“Yeah. Only the best for you and our child.”
“Thank you, guys, but I want you to know that I’m going to keep going to school. I don’t intend to stop—especially not now when my studies are going so well. I want our baby to know their parents can do anything, so I’ll work even harder now to make my dream come true.
“And this is one of the reasons why I love you so much,” Caleb said with pride in his eyes. “You’re so strong and determinate and you never give up.”
“Just like you, guys. You’re brave, strong, and kind. You’re the best.”
Trent kissed me, his tongue giving me a slow burn, and I realized that our dinner would grow cold if we kept doing this.
“Come on.” I separated myself from them unwillingly and pulled them with me out of the room. “There is a delicious dinner waiting for you, and I won’t be satisfied until you eat it all.” I winked at them and swayed my hips while I walked, wanting to seduce them.
Their groans followed me, and I chuckled. They were so cute.
“So what do you think? Is it a boy or girl?” Caleb asked me.
“If it’s a girl she’ll definitely be like Bree.”
“And if it’s a boy? Then what?”
I looked between them, amused with how serious they were about this.
“Does it matter?” I asked them.
“Of course it does! I’m prettier than him!” Caleb exclaimed, pointing his thumb at Trent.
I shook my head, shaking with laughter.
“You wish! I’m the hottest one here,” Trent threw back at him.
I approached them and put my hands on their cheeks. “Guys. I’m starving. How about we leave this ‘discussion’ for another day?”
“Yeah, fine. But if it’s a boy, he’ll probably look like me,” Caleb continued and sat down at the table.
I smiled, feeling my heart swell with love. They were something else indeed.
Fighting Desire
By Nicole Elliot
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ONE
DILLON
“Dillon, you’re up!”
I looked down at my bloodied hands and wrapped them tighter with the fabric that was once white. I’d busted through at least three knuckles on my left hand and one on my right. I couldn’t understand why they had wanted me to fight again. I’d already been in the ring today. I didn’t need any more practice.
“Leo, I’m good. I don’t want to bust my shoulder again before the fight tonight.”
Leo put his calloused hands on either of my bare shoulders. His thumb just brushed against my newest tattoo, a quote about fighting.
Push harder, longer
And to me, that’s exactly what getting torn up in the ring was about. “You need all the practice you can get, kid. The guy that you’re going up against tomorrow night, we don’t know much about him. All that I know is that he’s got some underground experience, and you know how those fuckers play. He’ll go right for your face. And by the time you realize what happened, you’ll be flat on your back and he’ll have won all our money.”
I shook my head. “You know I won’t let that happen. Besides those gangbanger fighters, they’ve got nothing on us real pros. I know what I’m doing and I rank better than anybody else you have in this gym. And when I say I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough.”
Leo pulled his hands off me and put them up in surrender. He might’ve been three times my age, but the old man did know what he was talking about. He had been a boxer first and then learned MMA. He had been my coach my entire life. But he also knew that I wasn’t just some little kid anymore. I was starting to get interest from sponsors and other investors. If I didn’t want to fight today because I knew it wouldn’t make me ready for tomorrow, then I wasn’t going to do it. After my shoulder injury two years ago I thought it was going to be completely done with fighting. But it was my passion, my life. I had done enough rehabilitation for five guys just to get myself back in the ring. And finally after another two years, I was in the prime of my fighting career. There was no way I was going to let some gangbanger fighter beat the hell out of me on my turf.
“Fine. But I want you hitting the bag for at least another hour. And then definitely take some time to do some stretching this evening. Your kick’s a little weak. Especially your left.”
I nodded and walked away. I made a stop at the locker room to grab my water and stretch out my shoulder in private. I didn’t like for other guys to see when I was in pain.
I put my hands on either side of the sink and looked into the mirror. My shaved head was new, but I liked the look it gave me. Menacing. I had the look of a guy that said, “You don’t even want to begin to fuck with me. I’ll kill you.”
I pulled my mouth guard out and spat blood into the sink from where one of the rookies had gotten an easy punch on me. I looked away at Leo for just a moment and the kid came at me. Like he had something to prove. I ended him—might’ve broken a couple of his ribs in the process. That way he’d learn that you don’t mess with Dillon Jackson.
I walked over to my locker and opened it up, pulled out a gallon of water, and started sucking it down. I pulled a towel out and wiped off my sweaty face. There wasn’t much in my locker besides those two things. I liked it that way. Clean. Everything had a place and was a necessity if it was in there. But when I reached to put my towel back, my hand brushed against something I forgot I had left here. I considered pulling it out, just to look at it. Just to make me feel little bit better, stronger, but I didn’t. I let my hand linger there just a moment too long then I pulled it back like I’d been bitten by a snake.
I was Dillon Jackson, an unbeatable fighter. But everyone has a weakness.
TWO
BERKLEY
I totally hated being up this early in the morning. But I didn’t have a choice; the first day of classes was already upon us and I had to get ready for school.
I picked out my outfit the night before, so I dressed pretty quickly, but calming down my unruly, naturally curly hair and getting my make up just right took time. I looked in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth, trying not to say some sort of mantra like today is the beginning of the rest of your life, or some other bullshit like that.
It wasn’t the beginning of the rest of my life. It was just another day, just like every day.
I look down at my phone buzzing because I pressed snooze one too many times. When I saw the picture that was set as my background I quickly shut it off and continued with my morning routine.
I felt like my phone could tell you my whole life story. A perfect background shot of my ex-boyfriend and me laughing together on the beach, when we were happy. Screenshot after screenshot of text messages from him.
I need you.
Berkley, you’re everything to me.
I know we’re soul mates.
But then the voicemail that ruined it all. “I think you’re just too serious for me. I really believe we’re meant to be together, but you just want more than I can give you. You deserve more than what I have.”
My phone was my lifeline to Jake.
We’d been together for four years, my entire college career. We met at freshman orientation, where he was a mentor sophomore and I was fresh out of high school. I had always felt like he was the more serious one, talking about our future and making plans. I had just wanted to have fun in college, go to parties with my friends, have random sex with guys whose names I didn’t know, but instead I had Jake. And for so long he had seemed so perfect. But then his texts were less frequent, our dates became more mundane, and our sex life had all but dried up. It was discouraging, to say the least. I wanted to love Jake forever, but the moment that I mentioned moving in with him after college, suddenly I was too serious for him. I guess I’ll never know if it was me or him, or if there were other girls on the side like all of my friends had always suggested. I should’ve listened to them earlier.
The first week without Jake had been hard; chocolate wrappers and liquor bottles littered my bedroom floor, and a few of my sorority sisters had threatened to throw me in the water themselves if I didn’t shower soon. But after that I got my shit together. I went to the on-campus doctor and got an STD test. Luckily I had been in the clear. I would never really know if Jake had been with other girls, and a part of me still thought that I probably couldn’t handle the truth.
I looked into the mirror again, applying mascara on my heavily shadowed lid. My long dark hair framed my face with its natural curls flowing down to the middle of my back. This was going to be my last semester of college. I was graduating, and I had absolutely no plans. Everything had hinged on Jake and what his career would do for us. He wanted to be involved in politics, and I’d always liked the sound of being a first lady. Preparing functions and dressing well were things that I was good at. I’d been raised in that way. My father had become governor of the state of New York when I was only twelve; for a while I thought the presidency might be in our future. But after his accident, things had changed. Now we were just a typical well-off family with a lake house and nice cars, and no real friends. That was the only thing that worried me about the political life: I would never really know who was in it for me. I hadn’t even known my boyfriend well enough to know that he wasn’t.
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