by Maya Banks
above the din of the music. Then a chorus of “Holy shit!” went up.
Chase was paralyzed at first. This was his fantasy. She was playing out his fantasy. He caught a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, and he knew he had to act fast or this was going to be a disaster.
With a broad grin, he shoved his way through the crowd of guys and came to a stop in front of her. He looked up at her with an arched eyebrow.
“Are you my birthday present, sugar?”
A slow sultry smile lit up her entire face. She bent down until her breasts swayed precariously close to his mouth, and she kissed him just once.
“Just sit back, cowboy, and enjoy the show.”
She straightened and the music changed to a slower, more seductive beat. Her gaze never leaving him, she began to dance, her body writhing in time to the music.
Around him, the guys stared up at her in awe. They looked back and forth between her and Chase as if they couldn’t quite believe what was going on.
Then he saw the jealousy and the lust in their eyes. It hit him with more power than he’d ever imagined in his fantasy. This was his girl onstage, giving him the performance of a lifetime, and his friends were watching, envying him with their every breath.
He glanced back at Brody and Tate and realized then that they must have been in on it. It explained their unease. He almost laughed. They looked a little green, and every time one of the guys yelled something to Zoe or made a motion like he wanted to touch, he thought they were going to resort to violence.
But he saw something else in their eyes. Something they probably didn’t want anyone to see. He saw desire and yearning.
“Goddamn it, Chase, you are the luckiest son of a bitch,” Mike said over the music. “I’ve never had a girlfriend willing to do this for my birthday.”
His statement was met by a round of guffaws.
“You don’t keep a girl long enough to be called your girlfriend,” A. J. said with a snort. “Taking them to bed, then sending them on their way doesn’t a relationship make.”
“Fuck you, Spinelli,” Mike said rudely. But he grinned in acknowledgment even as he flipped A. J. off.
The rest of the firemen crowded round and finally it was too much for Brody and Tate. They pushed to the front and glared at their fellow firefighters.
“You don’t touch and you better damn well be respectful,” Brody growled.
Chase chuckled and looked back up to see Zoe lower herself to her knees in front of him. She crawled to the edge where he stood, reached for his shirt and pulled him roughly to meet her lips.
Her kiss was scorching and he felt the sensation all the way to his toes. Hot, sweet, intensely erotic. He burst into flames, and he sported wood that threatened to ruin his jeans.
“Happy birthday, baby,” she murmured.
He reached to cup one breast and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple. She smiled a devilish little smile that told him this wasn’t all she’d planned for him.
She kissed him again, then rose to her feet and continued her sexy dance—topless and not enough to cover her ass—but Chase wasn’t complaining. She’d go home with him afterward while everyone else would go home cursing Chase’s luck.
A chorus of whistles rent the air.
“Son of a bitch!” one of the firemen yelled. “She’s freaking hot!”
Chase settled back on his heels and stared at her as she gracefully danced, her breasts bobbing, her face flushed with exertion—and excitement—and that delectable ass bouncing enticingly close.
He knew they all wanted her.
And then he remembered the fantasy she’d imparted to him.
A slow grin traveled across his face.
She’d taken the initiative and given him something he’d only fantasized about in his dreams. He could do the same for her, and furthermore he’d have a fucking awesome time doing it. Her fantasies were hot. They were as much a turn-on to him as they seemed to be for her.
He glanced sideways at Brody and Tate. Who better to ask to give Zoe her fantasy than two guys who cared about her every bit as much as he did?
CHAPTER | FOUR
Zoe ducked behind the curtain and stood there for a long moment, catching her breath and still riding the adrenaline high. Wow. It was the only word that came to mind.
Seeing Chase’s face when he saw her for the first time, seeing the lust and desire that burst into his eyes, had sent a set of flurries loose in her belly that were still making their rounds.
She glanced down at her bare tits and then up at the DJ. Oops. She hastily covered herself and started down the hallway to the dressing room.
Footsteps behind her—quick, hurried footsteps—had her turning nervously around, her hands still cupped over her breasts.
She relaxed when she saw it was Chase but tensed again as he strode forward, his eyes glittering with purpose. She didn’t even have time to open her mouth to say anything.
He swept her into his arms and backed her against the wall. She hit with a resounding smack, and his lips went immediately to her neck.
As soon as his teeth sank into her tender column, her knees buckled, and she would have slid to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her up.
“You were. So. Fucking. Hot.”
His breath blew over her ear as he kissed a path to her lips. She moved her arms to twine around his neck, and her breasts pressed into his chest.
“Jesus, I want you, Zoe. Right here. Right now.”
Without waiting for an answer, he ripped at the cheap thong, rending it into two pieces that fluttered to the floor between her ankles. She was completely naked, and she didn’t care.
He fumbled awkwardly with his fly. The sound of his zipper coming undone excited her. Then he reached in and pulled out his cock.
He leaned away from her long enough to reach down and wrap his muscular arms around her thighs and then he lifted, spreading her, slamming her back against the wall again.
Deep and hard, he pushed into her with one devastating thrust. His mouth found her neck again, and he was merciless. No light tease. No tender smooching or nibbling. He went for it all.
She heard a noise but Chase was in her so deep, so full, that he was all she could focus on.
“Ah hell, get back,” Brody ordered. “He’s fucking her in the hall.”
A chorus of laughter rang out.
“Lucky bastard. I never get birthdays like this.”
She didn’t know who said the last. She didn’t care. Chase’s arms were around her, holding her, as he plunged deeper and deeper.
“Are they watching, Zoe?” Chase murmured next to her ear.
She turned her head, her vision fuzzy as she struggled to focus. Brody was at the end of the hall, his expression tight. Tate stood behind him while the other guys were obviously straining to see over his shoulder.
“They’re watching,” she whispered.
“Good.”
He slammed into her again, taking her breath.
She moaned and he rammed into her again. God, he was so big, so aroused. She was already teetering so very close to explosion.
“Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you rocking that stage?”
“I think I do,” she gasped out.
“You’re fucking amazing, Zoe.”
She threw her head back, ignoring the fact that it slapped the wall. Closing her eyes, she grabbed hold of his shoulders, her fingernails digging deep.
Then his mouth descended, and his lips fluttered over the pulse in her neck. He nipped, then went for the kill. His teeth sank deep, and she yelled as she came apart in fifty directions.
Her body convulsed. She went wet around his stroking cock. Her back hit the wall as he thrust wildly.
She lost herself for a moment because the next thing she knew she was straddling Chase’s waist, her head resting on his shoulder while he stroked his hand up and down her back.
“Shhhh, baby,” he soothed.
Had th
“Damn, he was right. She is a screamer,” Mike said in amusement from the end of the hall.
She groaned and banged her head against Chase’s shoulder as he chuckled.
“Come on,” he said as he eased away from the wall. “Which one is your dressing room?”
She raised her hand to point and buried her face in his neck as he carried her farther down the hall. She loved his arms. So strong. She made him carry her at least once a week, because hello? Hunky fireman with bulging biceps? Not to be wasted.
He shouldered his way into the small changing room, then kicked the door shut behind him. There was a tiny love seat along the left wall, and he deposited her gently onto the cushions.
He knelt in front of her, gathered her hands in his, and brought them to his lips.
“You are diabolical and an evil planner of debauchery, and I loved every second.”
She smiled. “So you weren’t angry that more than half a dozen of the guys you work with on a daily basis saw me naked?”
“Oh hell no,” he growled. “My stock just went through the roof at the firehouse.”
“You’re a nut.”
“Baby, my nuts are about to burst.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “I thought they just did?”
He grinned. “They’re ready to go again.”
She glanced back and wrinkled her nose. “I’m not having sex on this couch. The wall in the hallway was bad enough, but I do not want to know what’s been on this couch.”
“Then I suggest you get some clothes on so I can take you home and fuck you for about the next six hours.”
She scrambled up and reached for her clothes strewn over back of the couch.
His smile broadened. “Damn, I love it when you’re so eager.”
To say he walked around with a smug, shit-eating grin was the absolute truth. As soon as he hit the firehouse the morning after Zoe’s dance routine, he was greeted by a chorus of whistles and catcalls. He was lauded as the man and while immature, it was total male arrogance at its best.
Chase grinned and took the good-natured ribbing in stride. He took it better than Tate and Brody did. His two friends scowled every time one of the guys mentioned Zoe.
It wasn’t until noon that Chase got a moment alone with Tate and Brody. The three were in the small kitchen taking their turn at dinner duty while the others washed the two fire trucks in the garage.
What he wanted to ask them wasn’t something he could just blurt out. Every time he opened his mouth to say it, he hesitated and kept quiet. Which started him examining why he couldn’t just bring it up.
After five minutes, Brody was the one to bring an end to the awkward silence.
“Are you really cool with what happened, man?”
Surprised, Chase turned around to look at Brody. Tate stopped what he was doing as well and tuned in with keen interest.
“Yeah, I’m cool with it. Were you worried I wasn’t?”
Brody lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “You seem a little tense. I wanted to make sure Tate and I hadn’t stepped in it by going along with Zoe’s surprise for you.”
“Everything’s cool. I actually wanted to talk to you . . . About Zoe.”
Tate frowned. “Is everything okay? I mean you’re not mad at her, are you?”
“No, things are fine. I swear. You two need to chill out. I’m not sure how much or what Zoe told you about why she did the dancing thing.”
“She said it was some fantasy of yours,” Brody said.
“Yeah, we sort of traded fantasies one night. I want to talk to you about hers.”
Tate groaned and held up his hands in surrender. “You gotta give me a second here. I’m still trying to get over seeing Zoe in the buff and having to listen to you two fucking in the hallway, and now you want to lay her fantasy on us?”
Brody just frowned. “Isn’t that shit supposed to be private or something? I mean, would she be okay with you telling us this stuff?”
Chase chuckled to himself. Trust Brody to be all protective of Zoe. They’d all been friends for a long time, but Brody had always been super protective of Zoe. Even back in high school. Chase had occasionally wondered, if he hadn’t asked Zoe out, whether Brody would have worked up the nerve.
That was something they didn’t discuss, though. They talked plenty about Zoe in the casual sense, but they never discussed Chase’s relationship with her or whether things were serious. Maybe Brody didn’t want to know.
“I can’t very well make her fantasy come true if I don’t talk about it,” Chase said dryly.
“Oh shit,” Tate breathed. “I had a feeling we were coming to this.”
Chase cocked an eyebrow at his friend. “You don’t know what I’m going to ask.”
“Ask?” Brody echoed. “This involves a request?”
Chase rubbed a hand down the back of his neck. “Well, yeah. I mean there’s not anyone else I’d trust with this sort of thing.”
“Jesus Christ, tell me we’re not going to have to see you do some striptease for girls’ night out because there ain’t enough money in the world,” Tate said.
Chase burst out laughing. “Oh hell no. Although you and Brody would make cute girls.”
“Fuck you,” Brody muttered.
Chase looked out the window to make sure the other guys were still washing the trucks out front and then turned back to Tate and Brody.
“Look. Zoe has some capture fantasies.”
Brody’s brow crinkled, and Tate just looked confused.
“You know, being spirited away, ravished, that sort of thing.”
“Oh.” Tate still looked confused, though.
Chase blew out a breath. Christ, but this was more difficult than he’d imagined. Better if he just came out with it instead of dancing around the subject like a moron.
“She fantasizes about being abducted and made to pleasure multiple men. She imagines being made to submit to whatever they want. It’s not a light and fluffy fantasy by any stretch. She wants to be fucked and bent to their will.”
Brody looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. “Men? As in more than one?”
Chase nodded. “This is where you and Tate come in.”
“Holy shit, you aren’t really considering that, are you?” Tate asked.
“Let me get this straight.” Brody’s frown deepened. “You’re asking me and Tate to . . . fuck your girl? Zoe? Our best friend Zoe? And you’re okay with this?”
He might as well have been asking Chase if he’d lost his goddamn mind. And it was probably a good question.
“I’m still trying to get over seeing her naked,” Tate muttered.
They were fast approaching territory Chase didn’t really want to get into. The last thing he wanted was to get all touchy-feely with his best friends and admit that he thought her fantasy was hot with a capital H. Not that he wanted to see either of them naked. But seeing them fuck Zoe six ways to Sunday? Yeah, he could get -->
