Fire of Desire [Southern Heat 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Alexa Aaby

  Mrs. Jansen looked surprised. “What did I say, Ben? I was just trying to—”

  “You both do the same. Good night,” Hannah said with a laugh, making her way back up to the third floor.

  As much as Hannah hated to admit it, Mrs. Jansen had been correct, but she was only half right. Thinking back on the encounter, she had become interested in not just one but both men. They were two handsome sides of the same coin. She could tell that Chance was a natural-born leader, even though he appeared quite reserved. Lucas, on the other hand, was boisterous and cocky but just as deliciously sexy as his partner. They both seemed interested in her. The more she reflected on it, the more she wondered, if given the opportunity, which one would she pick?

  Stop being ridiculous, she thought. This is about business and it’s going to stay that way.

  Hannah was never one to mix business with pleasure. She had worked hard to gain a very positive, professional reputation for herself, and so she vowed to keep both men at arm’s length. At least that’s what she told herself.

  * * * *

  The next morning at 10:00 a.m., Hannah received a call from Captain Jacobs. Though he sounded very official, he seemed quite eager to entertain her proposal.

  “Ms. Larkin, I want to thank you for your interest in our local station. Chance Yarborough and Lucas Shelby couldn’t say enough good things about you and your idea about the photo shoot. If you’re free this afternoon, I’d like the opportunity to speak with you.”

  “I am free, and if it’s all right with you, Chief Jacobs, I’ll be down at your station by twelve thirty.”

  “Thank you for your interest, Ms. Larkin. I’ll see you then,” the chief told her before hanging up.

  Hannah was certain that she had bagged herself a new assignment. Thrilled that Chief Jacobs was so open to her idea, she was sure that if he got onboard with her proposal, the shoot would be an absolute success.

  Acquiring an inside track, she had to personally thank both Chance and Luke for their help. She wondered at the time just what she could do to show her appreciation.

  Chapter Two

  After Hannah pulled up to Fire Station 83, she stepped out of her burgundy four-door sedan wearing a two-piece charcoal-gray suit, a white silk blouse, and black leather pumps. Looking quite professional with her hair rolled into a bun at the back of her head, she proceeded to the chief’s office amid stares from the firemen on duty that afternoon. It was nothing new to her. She had grown accustomed to being stared at. Over the years, she had learned to ignore it. It came with the territory.

  “Ah, Ms. Larkin, welcome,” Chief Jacobs said. “Please come in and have a seat.”

  “Thank you, Chief.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a twinkle in his deep-set brown eyes and a welcoming smile perched upon his pleasant, pudgy face.

  “Likewise, and please, call me Hannah,” she said, extending her right hand to him.

  “You can be sure that I will,” he replied, shaking her hand.

  “Chief, I really appreciate the chance to speak with you about the photo shoot. Speaking of chance, where is the wonder boy? I didn’t see him or Luke in the station.”

  “They both have the day off. Chance and Luke are full-time, but remember, Hannah, this is primarily a volunteer operation. Most of the men and women who work here have other jobs, so they fill in on the weekends.”

  “Of course, what was I thinking,” Hannah said, a strange emptiness filling her stomach.

  “In spite of that, Chance and Luke should be here any minute now. They’re both very proud to be a part of the project. They’re fully onboard with this. They want to contribute in any way that they can,” Chief Jacobs assured her.

  And just like that, Hannah felt an overwhelming sense of relief. “So this means that you’re putting your blessing on the project?” she asked.

  “Let’s just say I’m open to the idea. Show me what you’ve got,” the chief said.

  The meeting went very well. After about forty-five minutes of presentation and planning, Hannah said good-bye to Chief Jacobs. The shoot was set to take place at the firehouse within two weeks. The chief decided a calendar featuring his entire crew would be the best way to yield the highest amount of revenue. It was up to Hannah to work her magic and make the project a success. She would choose the twelve most eligible firefighters to don the glossy pages of the calendar with one of them gracing the cover. The rest of the staff would be included on the preceding December page.

  Before Hannah reached her sedan, Connie Blanchard, one of the two female firefighters at the station, tapped her on the shoulder. The very pretty redhead said, “Be careful with that one. He’s a real charmer.”

  When Hannah turned around, she saw Chance leaning against the passenger-side door of her car holding a large wicker basket and a dark green blanket. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a crisp white dress shirt, and a pair of tan cowhide boots. The natural blond highlights in his short-cut hair gave his freshly shaven face more definition than she had noticed the night before.

  When he smiled at her, his perfect white teeth seemed to sparkle. His dimpled chin made him look rugged and sexy. On that hot summer day, he looked like a cool breath of fresh country air. Immediately, her heart started beating in double time. She tried to appear nonchalant, but the man was drawing her in like a magnet.

  “Well, hello, Hannah,” he greeted. “So, how did it go?”

  “Your wonderful boss, Chief Jacobs, and I were able to iron out all the details in a reasonably short amount of time. We’re set to shoot in two weeks. Everything worked out just fine,” she replied.

  “I’ll bet.”

  “I didn’t think I was going to see you today, Mr. Yarborough.”

  Raising a brow, he asked, “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

  “I really want to thank you for all of your help. I’m glad to know that you were in my corner, backing me on this project. I hope that I can count on both you and Luke to help me out of any tight jams that may arise.”

  “Oh, I’m sure that you can count on us both, you know, to rise to the occasion and help you out of those tight jams,” he said with a smile.

  Staring into his bright green eyes, she asked, “Are you teasing me, Chance?”

  “No, Hannah, I’m not teasing you, not yet.”

  “Retreating from the direction their conversation was headed in, Hannah diverted her line of questioning. “So, your boss told me that you have the day off. Where are you headed?”

  Chance hesitated for a moment. “Well, I thought if you weren’t busy, you might consider joining me for lunch.”

  Hannah could feel her heart begin to flutter. There was something about Chance that made her never what to say no to him. He was so sweet and well mannered. He made her feel special. He made her want to get to know him much better.

  “I don’t have any plans for the afternoon, so I guess it would be all right,” she said.

  “Good. My car’s in the shop. Luke dropped me off here. He had some errands to run. I hope you don’t mind driving.”

  “No, I don’t mind, not at all. I like being in the driver’s seat,” she said.

  “I bet you do,” Chance commented, opening the car door for her before climbing in on the passenger side.

  “So, where are we headed?” she asked.

  “Are you familiar with Jefferson’s Mill?”

  “I am,” she replied.

  “That’s where we’re headed. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  * * * *

  It had turned out to be a warm, sunny Friday afternoon, with the temperature hovering around eighty-two degrees. When Hannah turned onto the scenic route leading to Jefferson’s Mill, Chance decided to steer their casual conversation down a more personal path.

  “So, Hannah, what made you choose photography as a profession?”

  “I’ve always been fascinated by it. I started taking pictures at the age of ten
after receiving a thirty-five millimeter camera for my birthday that year. Ever since then, I’ve been hooked.” Glancing at Chance, she said, “Now it’s my turn. What made you decide to become a firefighter?”

  “I lived on a farm down in Savannah, Georgia, with my parents, older brother, and younger sister until I moved to Sherwood Falls. When I was eleven, let’s just say I was a bit adventurous. My best friend, Tommy Cooper, and I were out playing on my family’s property. Tommy had gotten hold of a couple of his big brother’s cigarettes. We decided to try them out, so we snuck off to the old woodshed behind the stables to light up. The matches Tommy brought with him were hard to strike, so he decided to light the entire book. Right after we lit up, he burned his fingers, and without thinking, he threw the matches into a corner of the shed near a few bales of hay. It went up in flames. We barely escaped.”

  “Oh, God, were the two of you hurt?” Hannah asked.

  “My shirt caught fire, but I fell to the ground and rolled around a bit. I was OK, but Tommy suffered a second-degree burn to his right leg. If you ask me, we were lucky as hell.”

  “I’ll say. You both could have been killed,” she said with a strange look on her face, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

  “I learned a valuable lesson that day. It made me realize the importance of fire safety. That feeling never left me,” he explained.

  After instructing Hannah to park at the side of a nearby stream, they both exited the car.

  “Chance, this is such a beautiful spot. It’s so peaceful out here,” Hannah said, removing her suit jacket.

  “I wanted to thank you for coming up with such a great idea to help out the firehouse. It’s the least I could do,” he replied.

  After he spread out the blanket atop the dry, warm grass, they sat down and enjoyed two bottles of white wine, gourmet cheese and crackers, and an assortment of red and white grapes. They talked for about an hour, engaging each other in light conversation about their personal and professional lives.

  When the wine started kicking in, Hannah felt her mind and body begin to relax. Unpinning her hair, she shook her head several times, and it fell loosely to her shoulders and down her back. Looking up to the cloudless blue sky, she basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Moments later, a recurring, soothing breeze drifted by as Chance began to whisper words of seduction into her ear.

  “You are so beautiful, Hannah. I wanted to tell you that last night. After we left the complex, I could not stop thinking about you. I climbed into bed around midnight, and you were still on my mind. I wanted to be with you…to touch you,” he said, tracing his fingers along her long, smooth, tanned legs covered in nude-colored stockings. Reaching beneath her skirt, he pushed apart her inner thighs.

  “What are you doing?” Hannah asked, feeling her heartbeat begin to race out of control.

  “I think you already know. I want you so badly. I have to know what you feel like underneath all those clothes,” he answered slowly, unbuttoning the front of her white silk blouse.

  Chance began to fondle her melon-shaped breast, running the tips of his fingers across the lace of her beige bra, making her nipples aroused until they were as hard as pebbles.

  Hannah’s mind was racing a mile a minute. She questioned herself as to whether what they were doing was a good idea. After all, she had only met him less than twenty-four hours ago. She tried to gather her thoughts and enough strength to spurn his advances, but she couldn’t. The wine was surging through her blood, and her body felt like it was on fire.

  The next thing she knew, he pulled both of her cantaloupe-sized breasts from the security of their C cups and took his time sucking on them. Her pink nipples were moist with his saliva as he flicked his tongue against their firmness.

  “Oh, God, this feels so good,” she proclaimed, succumbing to his touch and the intense sensations it delivered.

  He pushed the gray skirt up past her hips to where the top of her garters bordered the seat of her beige lace panties.

  “I want to fuck you so bad, Hannah. You’re driving me crazy,” he said, stroking her pussy through the silky seat of her lingerie.

  “Maybe we should stop. What if someone sees us? What if someone comes?” she asked between heavy breaths.

  “We’re the only ones that’ll be coming around here,” he said, kissing her neck.

  The more she pleaded with him the nastier the thoughts he conjured within his mind. He had no intention of stopping. The way in which her body responded to his foreplay told him she was ready and willing to take the next step with him.

  “Chance, you’re making me so wet,” she whispered.

  “Oh, you don’t know what wet is. I’m just getting started,” he announced.

  Chance was going to make her do things she probably never imagined doing. She could not have known that he was about to give her the fuck of her life. And when he was done, he was certain that she would beg him for more.

  Hannah was so sexually aroused that the seat of her panties became soaked in her own juices. It kind of bothered her that she was losing control of her emotions, of her body. Never before had she allowed a man, any man, to take control of her in such a way. It was unsettling, but the onslaught of sex he was offering up convinced her that she couldn’t deny her body to him no matter how hard she might have tried.

  Chance quickly slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties and repeatedly stroked her soft, bare vulva. Seconds later, he started finger-fucking her. Licking her full, red lips, he kissed her softly. Opening her mouth, allowing him to probe deeper, the taste of white wine was still fresh on her tongue.

  His cock was so hard it began to hurt, trapped inside of his snug blue jeans. Watching her made his dick expand. Hannah looked so good to him, swept up in passion with her legs spread apart, tits bouncing up and down each time she drew in a shallow breath.

  She sucked on his tongue and then moved her hand to the front of his jeans where she began to gently message his cock. She could feel his dick growing inside his pants so much so that she thought he would rip the stitches.

  Chance opened his mouth and sucked some of her left tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against her still-hard nipple while he unsnapped her bra. After laying her down on the blanket, he pulled off her skirt, stockings, and panties. He sucked on her tits once more before he spread her legs again, this time burying his face in her snatch.

  It was then that Hannah lost all control. She hadn’t had sex in over two years. On that blanket, out in the middle of the grassy field, Chance was doing things to her that pushed her usually cool, collected state of mind to its limit. Before she knew it, she descended into a state of complete submission.

  “Ooh…suck my pussy, baby…lick my clit. Ah, yes…lick it faster,” she screamed, grinding her fully exposed bottom into his face. “Make me come. I want you to make me come so hard!”

  Like the Southern gentleman that he was, Chance obliged her. At first he lapped at her cunt and clitoris slowly. After a minute or two, he picked up the pace, sucking on her engorged bud and then flicking it with his tongue at a fevered pace until it involuntarily vibrated and Hannah shuddered to a mind-blowing orgasm. As her vagina throbbed, it sprayed pussy juice all over his face. Never having experienced that before, it made him want to fuck her even more.

  As he wiped his mouth, Hannah got to her feet. She was five feet seven inches tall, but she still had to stand on her tiptoes to barely face him. Her seductive blue eyes were drunk with passion as she kissed his lips, licking the remaining juice from his mouth. Opening his shirt, she exposed his tanned, muscular chest and tight, six-pack abs. She kissed his sweaty chest and ran her tongue over his nipples all the while gently squeezing his aroused dick through his pants.

  Cupping her round, firm ass with both hands, he said, “My dick and balls are so stiff they hurt, Hannah. You’ve got to set them free. They want to come out and play with you.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. Dropping to her knees, she g
rabbed the top of his jeans, unfastening the top stud, unzipping them slowly. Reaching inside of his blue boxer briefs, she pulled out his hard cock and his heavy cum-filled balls. She was impressed by the size of his manhood. Staring at his erection, she was sure it was more than enough to satisfy her seemingly insatiable desire.

  “Do you like what you’ve found?” he asked, kicking off his boots.

  “I can see you’re quite the healthy cowboy. It must be all of that down-home cooking,” she said with a smile, pulling off his jeans and underwear.

  He rested his hands atop her shoulders. “My dick is so fuckin’ hard. I’m aching for you, Hannah. I need you to suck on it. Suck my cock, baby.”

  She did just as Chance instructed. Cupping and messaging his big, firm balls with her left hand, she began licking them and sucking them into her mouth while she used her right hand to stroke his long, thick shaft. When she licked the head of his prick, she tasted pre-seminal fluid spilling from its opening. She greedily lapped it up and slowly sucked the large, smooth head of his cock into her mouth. Massaging the underside of the helmet with her tongue, she became excited again. Her cunt started throbbing the farther down his shaft she moved.

  After taking half of his cock into her mouth, she lingered there, intensifying the suction until he was compelled to grab the back of her head and pump himself farther past her lips, his dick sliding down her throat.

  “Yeah!” he shouted. “That’s it! Ooh, suck it, girl. Suck my big, hard dick. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you sooo good. Come here.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet.

  Hannah stood up, allowing Chance to kiss her once more. Reaching for his shaft, she started jerking him off, sliding her hand from the base of his dick to the head several times until he stopped her.

  “Oh, no you won’t. You’re not getting away that easily. I didn’t bring you all the way out here for a hand job. You know that, right?” he asked, his green eyes glazed with lust.