by Rachel Blake
"Kevin, keep your greasy hands to yourself," Olivia warned.
"Don't you think my greasy handprints would be an excellent addition to your red ass, love?"
"I know what you mean. Seeing my black handprints on Autumn's ass, one for each cheek," Leland groaned. "May be cause for round four."
"When was round three?" There was no way she could have stopped the smirk that curled her lips; she loved the playful side of her man.
"Round three will start when I lift you by your ass and take you against the barn. How else are my handprints going to get on that sexy pink butt of yours?"
"We have to make them work for it. It's more fun that way," Olivia whispered, her lips hardly moving.
"On the count of three, run. One."
"Two."
"Three!" Autumn took off as fast as she could toward the house.
"The chase is the best part." Leland chortled from way too close for her liking.
The sound of footfalls pounded behind her. She allowed him to get a few steps closer before veering toward the barn and narrowly escaping the arm that tried to encircle her waist. A quick glance back and Autumn had the satisfaction of seeing Leland's feet slide out from under him like he was sliding into home base, giving her the much-needed advantage. She dashed inside the barn and hurried into one of the stalls. She crouched against the wall and tucked herself as far into the corner as she could while she tried desperately to settle her labored breathing.
"I know you are in here."
Autumn regarded him through the gap in the boards as he leaned against the barn wall without a care in the world. How was it that she was panting like a dog and he was completely unfazed by his pursuit of her?
"I'll tell you where she is if you go away without giving away my location," Olivia called from somewhere else in the barn.
"Hey!" Autumn exclaimed before slapping her hand over her mouth and holding her breath, fearing she had given herself away.
"So much for subbies united." Kevin laughed from the other end of the barn right before Liv let out a shriek. The sounds of Liv trying to escape her husband met Autumn's ears soon after. "You're mine now, sub."
"You have two choices, girl. You can either come out now and I will go easy on you, or you make me come find you."
Her stomach dropped to her toes as she swallowed a moan that threatened to further give away her hiding place. It took her all of half a second to decide she would stay exactly where she was. Olivia was right—being chased was half the fun, and if the noises coming from the other end of the barn were any indication, being caught was not all that bad, either.
"You took too long to decide, princess." His warm breath caressed her ear as the whispered words registered and forced a squeal of surprise to escape. His hand landed awkwardly on her ass. "Stand."
"No." She stubbornly sat down the rest of the way, wincing as her sore posterior took the majority of her weight.
A twinkle in his eye gave away the fact that he was enjoying this game as much as she was. "No?"
"Yes. I mean, no."
He tangled his hand in her hair, forcing her head back. "What is it? Yes or no, girl?"
"I said no, but the way your hand is tangled in my hair tells me that was not the response you were looking for. Sir."
"Damn right." He moved the hand holding her hair, forcing her to her knees. "Now, I have to show you what happens when you tell me 'no.' Hey, Kevin!"
"Yeah," Kevin yelled back, his voice tight.
"Want to help me teach my girl how to behave?"
"Only if you will help me with mine."
"My pleasure." His growl had Autumn's stomach in knots, and his tug on her hair had her on her feet. He leaned into her and took a deep breath before he spoke. "If this gets too intense for you, you have your safe word. You can stop this at any time."
"Are you going to share me?" Autumn was in no way okay with that scenario. Not yet.
"No, this time, we will keep our hands on our respective subs. Our eyes and comments should be enough to get the results we want."
"All right." She relaxed, releasing the breath she had unknowingly been holding. The only hands she needed or wanted on her were those of the man currently whispering in her ear.
"Your safe word is code."
"I know, Sir," she whispered back before she nipped sharply at his lobe. The sharp pain had him relaxing his grip on her hair, and she effortlessly slipped from his grasp.
However, she only got a few paces away before she was lifted off her feet. She fought the whole way across the barn, earning herself a heavy swat on her tender butt, which forced another shriek from between her lips. "Put me down you, you butthead!"
The men tried not to laugh, desperate to stay in the scene. Olivia had no such worries; she laughed so hard she snorted and had to lean on the waist-high bench that was behind her before she could speak again. "Did you just call him a butthead?"
"She got it from my sister," Leland shared as he placed her on her feet next to the other woman.
Liv smiled at her husband. "It does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Don't even think about it, girl." Kevin's lip curled ever so slightly, reminding the women this was currently all part of a scene. No one was actually in trouble. They could put a halt to everything with one simple word. "Strip."
Autumn stood there for a second. Surely, she had misheard him. "Strip? Out here? Wait, you mean both of us?"
"City slickers." Leland shook his head like she was dense. "Yes, out here, and yes, both of you."
"But what if someone sees?"
"We are a fifteen-minute drive from the nearest town and the only people for miles. We are the only ones who will see your gorgeous, naked bodies."
Autumn grabbed the bottom of her shirt and looked at Liv. "He wasn't just telling me to strip, traitor. Offering to sell me out to keep your location a secret," she said in an overly exasperated tone as she pulled her shirt over her head in a swift movement before she toed off her shoes.
"All is fair in love and war, and you have to admit this was a bit of both." A smack landed on Liv's ass when she bent to remove her socks.
"Ha!" The gloat had hardly gotten passed Autumn's lips before her bottom received the same treatment. "Hey!"
"Princess, take those hands off your hips and continue stripping before I decide one swat was not enough."
With a pout firmly in place, Autumn did as he bid. Knowing he was a boob man, she deftly reached back and unhooked her bra, feeling their weight as she pulled the cups away from her chest. The sight of Leland adjusting his cock in his pants had her smiling as she reached for the button of her jeans, forcing her tits together a little more than they truly needed to be.
"Quit teasing me, or I swear to God." He grabbed her hair and forced her head back to expose her neck.
His lips suckled on her neck as she spoke. "But I thought that was the whole point of the game, Sir. You tease me, I tease you, and we both eventually win."
"She's got you there." Liv laughed as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing that she only wore a shelf bra.
Taking his wife's nipple roughly between his thumb and pointer finger, Kevin spoke into the blissful face of his wife. "I suggest you get those jeans off quickly before I decide to cut them off your person. Leave the bra. It emphasizes you breasts impeccably."
"And as for you, my little tease, I think these lovely nipples of yours need a little bit of sparkle. Don't you agree?" Leland dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of tweezer nipple clamps. Autumn's mouth dropped open.
"I see you are not the only one who keeps a few tricks in his pocket," Liv whispered to her husband as she straightened from removing her jeans, now completely naked apart from her bra.
"We may have made a detour before we met you girls in the yard."
"Cheaters!" both women accused at the same time.
"Forward thinkers," Leland corrected, taking Autumn's erect peak into his mouth and giving it a h
ard suck before he released it with a pop. He absently rolled the wet, pointed flesh between his fingers before he attached the jeweled clamp. He watched her face as he slowly increased the tightness. As soon as she started to pull away from his touch, he stopped, let her get used to it, and when she relaxed, he tightened it just a hair more.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
"Relax. It will go numb soon enough." Leland gave the second nipple the same treatment. When she flinched just as he started to tighten the clamp, he chided. "Nice try, princess, but I know it can be tighter than that."
As soon as the clamps were the way he wanted them, he grabbed her by the hips and set her on the blanket covered workbench that ran along the wall behind her. "Ow. Too hard." She tried to wiggle off the bench, but a slap to the thigh was enough to still her. He pushed her shoulders back until they hit the wall behind her and pulled her hips to the edge of the bench.
"Part of our fun is seeing you two wiggle on your sore asses," the forgotten Kevin said from the other end of the bench where he had Liv laid out on top of the bench with her knees spread open and waiting for his cock, which he had fisted in his hand.
"Holy sh—" Autumn quickly turned away from the scene as a blush spread across her face.
"It is only a cock, princess. Every man has one."
"I know, but he's my boss."
"And I am sure this will only be the first time of many you see him feed his wife his cock." She looked down the length of the bench again. The chief was eagerly pounding into his wife, his fingers working her clit as her breasts bounced with each thrust. A blissful expression graced both of their faces. She turned back to Leland. "Everyone is getting together next weekend, princess. When we get together, it is usually anything but normal. I needed to know how you would react to seeing other nude people and having other people watch us."
"No one will touch you, right?"
He smiled. "No, you are the only one who will touch me, and I will be the only one who will touch you." He slipped two of his fingers inside her eager slit. "You're soaked. Do you like watching or being watched?"
She moaned as he curled his fingers toward the place inside that always did beautiful things to her. Her labored breathing made it difficult to get her answer out. "I guess it is kind of hot."
"Good girl." He bent and eagerly took her clit into his mouth.
The added sensation of his suction and rapid tongue movements was enough to send her over the edge. While she was still panting, he slowed his assault on her clit and removed his digits from her heat.
"Your turn?" she questioned, eager to continue what she had tried to start this morning and show him the talents of her mouth.
"Nope, I need at least another hour, but after that…" a dark expression crossed his face "…you are mine."
Chapter 10
Autumn screamed when she was grabbed from behind and dragged into the locker room. "I suggest you be quiet, sub. Unless you want everyone in the firehouse to come looking?"
She relaxed into Leland's arms then let her sass fly. "I don't know, Sir. You were the one who showed me that being watched could be an amazing thing."
He groaned deep in his chest. "I've created a monster."
"Oh, but I am such a fun monster."
"No fun tonight, princess. We have to be on our toes."
Her heart fell, and she turned in the circle of his arms so she could see his face. "Mason got another letter, didn't he?"
"Yes. We will likely have a fire tonight, so I want you to try to get as much sleep as you can. We are all going to need to be at our best."
"Do they have any leads?"
"I don't know, but there's more. Sierra has been put on notice. If there is a fire tonight, she will be reporting live from the scene."
Autumn swallowed hard. "I don't like the thought of her being there. She isn't like you and me; she doesn't see this stuff regularly."
"I know. I don't like it, either, but she already agreed to do this, and as much as I tried to talk her out of it, she refuses to see reason. Having you there is bad enough. You are only one person, and I can hardly manage to keep an eye on you. I can't watch both of you at the same time."
"PD asked her to do this, so they are going to protect her, right? They are going to have an officer on her, right?"
"Yes." Leland chortled. "In fact, when I went up to the police department to make sure of it, I was told I was already too late in my demands. It turns out both Mason and the chief had beat me to it."
Autumn's smile disappeared. "Not Zander."
"Zander? He doesn't know anything about this."
"Ambulance 23, we have a report of a man down," a disembodied voice called over the loud speaker after the tone sounded.
"Go to work, princess. We'll talk more after your call."
"Someone is messing with us."
Autumn glanced at her partner as they strolled into the great room. "Eighteen calls in the past thirteen hours and only two of them turned up real patients. Yeah, someone is messing with us." They collapsed in the first chairs they came across. Autumn laid her head on top of the table. "I need sleep and food, but I am too tired to do the latter or move to the bunks, so I will just sleep here."
"No, you won't, princess."
"I seriously think I hate that nickname. I am anything but a princess."
"You love it when I call you that, and you know it. Now, guys, let's make these girls some food."
"Preferably something we can take with us. The ways the calls are going right now, we will probably be leaving again at any minute," Gwen grumbled from across the table.
"Okay, Gwen, sandwiches, it is," Jensen agreed as he draped a blanket over each of the women before moving to the kitchen.
Autumn woke to the sound of a plate being set next to her head and watched through half-lidded eyes as Jensen picked up Gwen and headed toward the bunks.
"Princess, I am going to put this in a bag. If you have another call, you can eat enroute. Right now, I think you need sleep more than food." With ease, he lifted her into his arms and moved to the couch, where he already had a blanket and pillow waiting.
"I can walk to the bunks, Lee."
"No, I need to hold you, and since we can't go into each other's bunks, the couch will have to do." He lay down, positioning her on top of him, and pulled the blanket over them both. She was asleep in his arms before he had them settled.
"Hill City Ambulance," Autumn shouted. She had gotten about an hour and a half of sleep. Not nearly enough, but she could at least hold her eyes open as she pounded on the door of the completely dark house, so that was a plus.
If the newspapers scattered at her feet were anything to go by, the owners had been away for a while. "Dispatch, can we get a PD unit to our current location? We can't get into the residence, and no one is answering the door."
"Ten-four."
"Back door is locked as well," Gwen said as she rounded the corner of the house a few seconds later.
"I called for a PD unit," Autumn shared as she hefted the jump bag into the back of the rig before she climbed into the passenger seat to do her paperwork while they waited.
"I swear to God if I have to file one more report that says no patient found, I am going to flip my shit," Gwen complained as she took her seat behind the wheel.
"I know. If I get my hands on the stupid kid who... Did you see that?"
Gwen hit the button to lock the doors. "What? What did you see?"
"I don't know. I thought I saw someone walk out of the alley behind that house." She pointed in front of them as she squinted and tried to find the figure she was sure she had seen.
"Someone coming out of an alley at three in the morning is never a good thing."
Autumn turned back to the computer. "I must have imagined it. It was there one second and gone the next; people don't just disappear."
The sound of the door locks engaging again rang through the rig. "Better safe than sorry. Speaking of safe, how is everything 'safe,
sane, and consensual' going between you and the hottie?"
"That was the worst lead-in ever."
"Hey, it got the conversation started, didn't it?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Fire!"
Autumn finally looked up from the laptop, her eyes drawn to the red and amber flames dancing in the windows of the house down the block. Shoving the computer back, Autumn jumped from the rig. "Ambulance 23 to dispatch."
"Go ahead, 23."
"We have a fire at the corner of Sherman and 10th! Flames are coming out the second-floor windows!"
"Type of building?"
"Residence." She paused to listen to the sounds around her, her heart dropping to her toes. "I can hear people screaming from inside."
"Fire truck is enroute, 23, four minutes out. Your PD unit is still three minutes out."
One glimpse Gwen's way told Autumn all she needed to know. "Let's go." The last thing they were going to do was stand around the rig listening to the screams.
"Help! Somebody help! Please!"
The frantic voice had both women running. "She has to be at a window! I'll search this side." Autumn sprinted to the side of the house, frantically checking windows for any signs of life as the smoke grew thicker.
"Over here!"
"I don't know if I will be able to catch him!" Gwen yelled at the desperate woman sitting on the ledge of the second-story window as Autumn joined her.
"We are trapped up here! I can't jump down with him in my arms! You have to help! You said you would help!"
"Ma'am, I don't think I can catch him. Two years old or not, I don't—"
"Okay, I'll do it," Autumn interrupted.
"But it's—"
"She has a two-year-old up there, Gwen. Damn right, I'm going to catch him." She turned from her partner. "Okay, ma'am, I'm ready."
"It's cold out there, so you are going to have to get him someplace warm as soon as possible."
"I know, ma'am. The rig is running."
"Autumn, it—"
"Either help me catch him or stop distracting me." Gwen threw her arms in the air and took a sizeable step back. "Okay, on the count of three, toss him down to me. I promise I will catch him. One, two, three!"
