Hot and Ready [Men for Hire: Firemen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  She trembled, and although part of her knew she was alone, another part, the part that longed to have them caressing her, whispering in her ears again, believed they were there.

  Aaron’s dark eyes gazed at her, flashing his lust. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he pressed his mouth to her pussy, then drove his tongue inside her. He held her down as he sucked her juices and moaned his delight. She bucked, crying out as she’d done at the bar, but without having the sound of it muffled.

  Harder she rubbed, her clit aching, throbbing as her fingers quickened over the taut nub. The fan above her blew air over her peeked nipples. She tweaked first one, then the other, imagining Seth’s teeth capturing them.

  Without warning, Seth grabbed hold of her wrists and thrust them above her head. She gasped, keeping her eyes tightly shut, as the silkiness of a scarf wound around them.

  She moaned as Seth slid off her and Aaron moved from between her legs. “No. Please, don’t stop.” Opening her eyes, she took one look at the documentary still showing on her television, saw the firefighters, then squeezed her eyes shut.

  She let out a yelp as Seth and Aaron flipped her onto her stomach. Aaron pushed her to her knees while Seth lifted her torso.

  “Suck my dick, little sub.”

  At first, it had irritated her when Seth had called her that, but the words had changed, morphing into a term of endearment. She opened her mouth and let the fantasy continue as he offered her his cock.

  Aaron’s fingers found a home in the tight muscles of her dark hole. He eased around the circle, then leaned over her body. “Take it easy, baby. It hurts a little at first, but once that’s passed, you’re going to love it.”

  He was right, as she’d known he would be. Taking a breath, then letting it out, she welcomed his two fingers into her anus.

  The slap against her butt cheek was quick and painful for only a moment. After the sting of Aaron’s hand against her skin, the pleasure warped into another sensation, one that rippled into the flesh and seared the memory of his touch into her forever.

  “Do you like getting spanked, baby?

  She pushed her butt backward and felt the hardness of his cock press against the crease in her butt. Again, another slap came and went, leaving its trail of sting behind.

  Seth clutched her hair, keeping her mouth on his cock. “Spank her again, bro. I like watching her butt jiggle.”

  “Whatever you want.” Aaron added yet another spank, then eased his fingers deeper inside her. He worked them, in and out, preparing her for what would come.

  The only time she’d ever allowed a man to take her from behind had been a horrible failure. She’d hated it from the second he’d touched her, not even completing the act, but it wasn’t the same with Aaron.

  Aaron spread her cheeks, then eased his cock to her back entrance. “Ready, baby?”

  She didn’t turn Seth’s delicious cock loose. He tasted so musky and the texture of his vein-lined shaft skimmed along her tongue like fine chocolate that melted as soon as it touched the warmth of her tongue. Instead, she let her silence be the answer to Aaron’s question.

  The fantasy had taken her over, letting her forget that she was home alone. She gave into the rumbling, spinning emotions warring through her. Unlike at the bar where she’d tried—and failed—to fight against the onslaught of her burgeoning climax, she felt herself rise, her body stiffening, readying itself for the release that would shake her. If she could, she’d hold onto it, reveling in the rush of sensations.

  When it broke free, she cried out again, groaning her pleasure-pain as roll after stunning roll swept through her. She fell against the couch, then arched her back and released, rubbing her body against the cushions. When the rush had passed, she let out a long breath riding on a wave of shudders.

  “To this day, firefighters still wage a war against the ravages of wildfires. These magnificent men in their black boots and helmets are worthy of no less than our utmost admiration.”

  She giggled, turned her head to the television and the firefighters waging war against a grass fire. “Admiration is one thing. But to fantasize about them is a whole lot better.”

  She rolled to her back again, then picked up her phone and dialed Ruthie’s number. As soon as her friend picked up, she let her have it. “You set me up.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Beth pulled the afghan she always kept on the couch over her, keeping the wind from the overhead fan from blowing on her almost-naked body. “Don’t you give me that, Ruthie Morgenstern.”

  Ruthie laughed, then adopted a childlike voice. “Yes, Mom. Sorry, Mom.” But she was soon back to her usual self. “Admit it, Bethie. You were happy that I stayed away. Maybe not at first, but soon enough. The way I see it, I did you a favor.”

  “A favor? Leaving me with two men I hardly know in a bar I’ve never gone to?” She tried to keep her happiness from her voice, but she doubted she’d managed.

  “Tell me you didn’t have a good time.”

  A good time? Wow. It had been so much more than that. “Yeah, I guess it was okay.”

  “So, spill. What’d you talk about?”

  “We talked about the calendar, of course.”

  “Sure, but what else did you talk about? Did you stay there the whole time?”

  Why would she ask that? “Of course we did. Where else would we have gone?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe back to their place?”

  She hugged the afghan close to her chest. Why hadn’t they asked her to go home with them? She would’ve have gone, especially once they’d put their hands between her legs. She felt badly that they hadn’t at least asked her. “Nope. We stayed, talked, had a beer, and then we left. Separately.”

  She grinned at Mr. Mouser and put her finger to her lips. Not yet, pretty kitty. It’s still my secret.

  “Well, hell, that’s no fun.” Disappointment reeked in her voice. “I was hoping you three would get along. They’re great guys. Really the kind of men any woman would want. They’re hot, they’re courageous, they’re honest, they’re—”

  “Okay, okay. They’re the best thing since iPads, but why the hard sell?” She didn’t bother telling her that she was already sold on them.

  “Like I said, I thought you three would hit it off.”

  “All three of us?” She smiled. She couldn’t think of anything better than having two men lusting after her. Unless, of course, it was two men wanting to love her forever. And they’d mentioned love, although not in a direct way. But it was too soon for that. Still…a girl could dream.

  “Since when would I want to date two men? You know what they say, ‘Two’s company and three’s a crowd.’”

  “Not when two of the three are smokin’ hot men. Besides, you’re forgetting that I know your deepest, darkest, sexiest secrets, Ms. Davidson.”

  She smothered a giggle. Not all of them. “And you’re never going to let me forget it, are you?”

  “Why should I? We share everything. Okay, maybe not men, but you know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, I do. I guess it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we got together.”

  She didn’t need to hear Ruthie’s quick inhale to know she’d said too much.

  “Oh, my God. Something happened, didn’t it? What are you holding back? Come on. I can hear it in your voice.”

  She wanted to tell her. After all, she told Ruthie everything sooner or later. Having the secret to herself was fun, but telling her best friend might be even better.

  “Bethie?”

  Besides, Ruthie wouldn’t stop hounding her until she did. “All right, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise you’ll keep your mouth closed. And no teasing me, got it?”

  “Got it. I’m crossing my heart as I speak.”

  “Fine. Something did happen.” She paused, giving Ruthie time to let it sink in. When her chatty friend remained silent, she knew she had her undivided attention. “We were at this table, and they wer
e sitting really close to me instead of spreading out around it. Then, before I realized it, they had their hands under my panties.”

  Ruthie gasped. “You’re shitting me! You, Miss Shy U.S.A. let them feel you up in a bar? Were there other people around you?”

  “Yes, I did. And what’s more, I know a lot of people watched them get me off.”

  “Holy crap! This is huge. You had an orgasm right there in public?”

  “I sure did. One hell of an amazing climax and people knew it, too. Especially most of the women.”

  “I can’t believe this. For once in your life, you have left me speechless.”

  Beth didn’t bother pointing out that she was still speaking even though she was now “speechless.” “See? I’m not such a big prude, am I? And what’s more, I liked having people watch. It made everything even hotter.”

  “I. Am. Fucking. Amazed.”

  Beth grinned. It took a lot to amaze Ruthie. She couldn’t help but feel a little pride knowing that she had. “And…”

  “There’s more?”

  “Well, they kind of acted like I was their submissive. Like they could order me to do whatever they wanted. You know what a submissive is, don’t you?” She knew she did, but couldn’t help teasing her.

  “Of course I do. Holy crap, Bethie, you’ve got your fantasies coming to life.”

  “What?” She pretended that she didn’t understand.

  “Oh, get out. You know you’ve wanted to try that kind of thing, so go for it. Don’t blow this chance. Or blow it, if you know what I mean.”

  “I said I’d like getting together with two guys, but being their sub? I don’t know. That sounds really risky.”

  “It does? Why? Don’t you think you can trust them?”

  She did. Her gut told her they were good men who wouldn’t take things farther than she wanted. Besides, Ruthie had vouched for them. “Yeah. I trust them.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  What was the problem? As much as she hated thinking it, she couldn’t shake the idea that they weren’t as into her as she was into them. “I’d like to give the sub thing a try—just during sex—but I want to try it with guys who want me for more than sex. Does that make sense?”

  Although they’d talked about love, it had been in a future way. Was it crazy for her to want it now?

  “Sure it does. And you don’t know that they aren’t thinking the same thing. But do you need a commitment before you play?”

  “No. It’d be nice, but sex is part of building a relationship.”

  “That’s the way I feel, too. The way I figure it, you might as well have some fun and find out what it’s all about with Seth and Aaron.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  “Aren’t I always? So when are you three getting together again?”

  There it was. The real problem. They’d felt her up, sent her flying, and then left her wanting more. “I don’t know. Aaron said to call them whenever I was ready to start shooting.”

  The silence on the other end of the phone wasn’t comforting.

  “What are you thinking, Ruthie? Did I screw up and let it happen too fast? Did they use me and then dump me?”

  “No, no. I can’t see them doing that. Still, knowing you, I can’t see you waiting around while you get the calendar sorted out. They’re going to round up more firefighters to pose, right?”

  “Yeah. They did say they’d do that.” But that wasn’t like they’d asked her out. Or even said they’d call her.

  “Okay, then, that gives you a reason to go to the station and talk to them. You’re going to check in and make sure they’re getting more men.”

  “Me? Go to the station? I don’t know.” Insecurity hit her hard, knocking out her previous confidence.

  “Listen to me. You have to do it. If they don’t call you in a couple of days, you walk your skinny little butt down to the station and get in their faces.”

  “I’ll think about it. And thanks, but my butt isn’t any kind of skinny.”

  “Just do it, okay?”

  She had her mouth open and ready to answer—although she wasn’t sure what that answer would be—when the doorbell rang. “Hey, I’ve got to go. Someone’s at the door.”

  “Ooh, maybe it’s them.”

  “Gotta go, Ruthie.” She clicked off the call, then flung the phone on the coffee table. Grabbing her coat that hung on the rack by the door, she covered herself up and hurried to the door.

  She already had the door opened before she was hit with the premonition that it was Seth or Aaron. Or, hopefully, both. Her elation died when she saw who it was. “Lonnie? Why are you here?”

  Lonnie traveled his gaze down her then back up, stopping to linger at her chest, then finally moved his focus to her face. “Hello, Beth, you’re looking mighty fine.”

  She didn’t bother returning his greeting. After the last time he’d shown up, she’d finally had enough. If she wasn’t going to go to Walter about Lonnie, she had to take a tough stance and make sure she didn’t encourage him in even the slightest way. She crossed her arms as much to cover her chest as to put on an irritated front. It wasn’t difficult to do. She didn’t like him knocking on her door. Hell, she didn’t even like seeing him.

  “Yes?”

  His eyes, eyes that lacked any kind of warmth to them, jumped to her chest then back up. “Anyway, I was thinking we could catch a flick this Saturday. There’s a new James Bond movie I’d like to see.”

  Didn’t he wonder what she’d like to see? It wouldn’t change her answer, but at least then she’d know he had a smidge of social grace in him. “No thanks. Like I told you the last time and all the other times you asked, I’m not interested. I do not want to date you.”

  His smile faded, and for one awful moment, she felt sorry for him. “But why not?”

  Damn, why does he have to keep trying?

  “It’s this way, Lonnie. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to date the manager’s son. I wouldn’t want the other renters to think I’m getting special treatment.”

  “Who cares what they think? They’re a bunch of losers.”

  Okay. No more feeling sorry for him.

  She wasn’t about to argue. “And”—she grasped at the first excuse that came to her—“I’m dating someone.” Two men, if she had it her way.

  His jaw dropped. Did he think it was so inconceivable that she was dating?

  “Who is it? Is it those apes from the other day?”

  He’d pushed too far that time. “That’s none of your business. Good-bye, Lonnie.” She closed the door as fast as she could.

  Was it her imagination or had he lifted his arm ready to keep the door open? She wouldn’t put it past him. A chill zipped down her spine as she locked the door and bolted the dead lock. There was something very wrong with Lonnie.

  Chapter Five

  “Are you there yet?” asked Ruthie.

  Keeping the phone close to her ear, Beth stood in the middle of the sidewalk that led to Fire Station No. 2. “You sound like a kid in the back seat of her parent’s car.” She fought back the urge to turn tail and run. “And the answer’s yes and no.”

  “How can it be both? You’re either there or you’re not.”

  “I’m just down the street from it.” She bit the end of her thumbnail. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

  “What was? Going to see them at the station or doing the calendar?”

  “Either. Both.” Her nerves were jangling on the highest speed. “They never called or asked you about me or did anything to make me think they’re interested since I saw them in the bar and did you-know-what. That was three days ago. Obviously, they had their fun and that’s all they wanted.”

  “I swear they’re not like that. Now just go do it. If nothing personal comes from it, at least you’ll have gotten the information you need for the calendar.”

  Ruthie was right. Whatever the men had in mind wasn’t important. She had a commitment
from them to pose and to find other firemen to help. “You’re right. I’m going in.”

  “Charge ahead and take no prisoners, girlfriend!”

  Dropping her phone back in her pocket, Beth held her head high and marched toward the station. By the time she’d gone into the engine bay area, however, she’d lost her bravado. “This sucks.” She’d just turned on her heel when she heard the deep voice that had spread her legs at the bar.

  “Hey, baby. It’s good to see you.”

  Oh, crap.

  Putting on a brave face, she faced Aaron. Seth was a few feet behind him, his grin lighting up his face. “Hi. We need to talk.”

  That hadn’t come out like she’d wanted. She’d gone into business mode and wanted to get the job done, but it had come out sounding like she was a girlfriend ready to rag on her boyfriends.

  “We do?”

  She struggled against Aaron’s intense look. He could make her melt and shiver all at the same time. “Uh, yes, about the calendar.”

  Was that disappointment she saw on their faces?

  “Sure. No problem. Let’s take it into the break room.” Seth waved her over, then led the way to a room off to the side of the engine bay.

  The room wasn’t anything different from millions of break rooms around the world. A long table took center attention and a small kitchenette with a refrigerator and sink backed up to the other wall. A couch that had seen way too many butts was crammed against a side wall. A fireman’s yellow jacket and helmet lay on the couch as well as a strip of hose that had been cut from a larger yellow fire hose.

  “Take a seat on the couch. I know it doesn’t look like much, but it’s better than sitting on the hard chairs.”

  Hesitating, she wondered if she’d rather sit at the table. Then again, if anything happened the couch would be more comfortable. She took Seth’s suggestion and sat on the end of the sofa, away from the fireman’s equipment.

  Seth pulled out one of the chairs closest to her, spun it around, then straddled it. Aaron eased past him and dropped to the middle of the couch.