Firestorm: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by Ellie Masters

  Rising from bed, my quick scan of the room reveals my clothing propped on the overstuffed corner chair in a neat little stack.

  A blush rises in my cheeks. Asher bent me over the arm of that chair and fucked me from behind, bringing me to my third epic climax. The memory of everything we did makes me smile.

  My heart fills with the tender display of the neatly stacked pile of my clothes. We left a mess of discarded clothing strewn down that hall. His consideration for my comfort means more than he’ll ever know. Not many men would pick up a woman’s clothes, let alone fold them.

  My clothes aren’t clean, but they’re far from dirty. Not that dirt bothers me. I’m a hiker and a camper. I’ve worn my hiking gear for days before considering it in need of a fresh wash. Not knowing how long Asher has been up, I make use of the adjoining master bathroom to freshen up. Then I pull on my clothing from the day before, minus the panties, and head out of his room in search of those mouthwatering smells.

  In our sexual frenzy, we skipped the obligatory house tour, but I find my way without difficultly by following my nose. Music blares through what appears to be house-wide speakers because the pulse-pounding invigorating rock music pours into every room. It’s throaty, deep and powerful with its unapologetic lyrics and demanding bass lines.

  And it’s loud.

  The mouthwatering smell of bacon frying on the stove lures me down the hall, through a massive living area, into a study, and finally to what must be a gourmet chef’s dream kitchen.

  The house is gorgeous with stone walls, wooden floors, and massive wood beams holding up a towering ceiling. Neutral tones predominate; from the brown leather couches to the light taupe widow dressings.

  Yet there are pops of color here and there. Nothing feminine. A flash of cornflower blue in a pillow, ruby red in the floral display on the coffee table. A dash of yellow on the built-in bookcases which are crammed full of well-loved books.

  The weight of history hangs over the place and I envision generations of La Rouge children running through these rooms. Family portraits decorate the walls, La Rouge families gathering with stern-faced fathers, stoic mothers, and kids with lots of smiling and goofing off. The place feels like home and I can’t help but wrap my arms around myself.

  When I make my way to the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. I’m not particularly inclined in the cooking department, but Asher appears to be fully at home in front of the stove.

  But that’s not what pulls me to a dead halt.

  All night, I had Asher naked in bed, but that’s nothing compared to a shirtless Asher filling out a pair of denim jeans which hug him in all the right places. That ass is fine and I’m not against ogling it for a few seconds. Not to mention the broad expanse of his back. The way it tapers down to a trim waist is enough to make any girl drool. And those biceps, perhaps my favorite feature, the way they flex and bunch makes me squirm.

  He’s a powerful man, a gentle lover, and a raging beast all rolled into one. I told him not to take things easy last night and he put me through my paces, deliciously so, exposing me to his feral nature in what I can only describe as the most intense sexual experience of my life.

  The straps of muscles across his back flex as he dances to the music. He rocks the beat, moving his hips in a seductive dance. If I were wearing panties, this is the moment they would burst into flames and land me flat on my back ready for an encore of last night. Actually, that countertop looks a bit underutilized.

  We christened every available surface in his bedroom. Why not do the same in his kitchen? Hell yeah, I’m ready to go another few rounds.

  His back is to me, and he doesn’t hear me enter. He can’t because the music is too loud.

  Damn, the man can move. He’s good enough to star in one of those all-male dance reviews. Thunder from down under? Hell, I’m ready for a little more thunder down there right now, courtesy of one Asher La Rouge, and I know the man can bring it.

  Biting my lower lip, I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and sneak up behind him. I bite my lip as I debate my options. Completely oblivious to my presence, his hips gyrate and thrust forward.

  I slide my hands up his back then drag my nails back down over his hard muscles. His entire body stills and I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist where I trace the expanse of his chest with my fingertips.

  After last night, I’m officially an expert in every rise and dip of his sculpted perfection, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.

  “Good morning, handsome.” I use my most seductive voice. “Wanna go for a ride? I’m not wearing panties.” It’s not my fault, I’m needy and horny.

  The direction of my exploratory fingers change course, dipping down the hard ridges of his well-defined six-pack where I allow them to sink below the waistband of his jeans. My fingers flitter across the tip of his cock encouraging a response.

  “Whoa!” His entire body jerks. He grips my wrist and spins around, holding me out and away from his body. “Good morning to you too sweetheart, but how about a ‘Hello nice to meet you’ before you go shoving your hand down my pants and grabbing my junk.”

  “Huh?”

  Asher’s grip is firm on my wrist and he looks at me as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen me.

  “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” He cocks his head as his gaze takes a leisurely stroll down my body. He unabashedly stares at my tits. Since I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples are tight little nubs which practically poke a hole through the soft cotton.

  “Damn, you’re fine.” He gives me a long, hard look. “And as much as I’d love to have your hands on me, especially down there, I think my brother will have something to say about that.”

  “Huh?”

  “I didn’t know Ace had company.” He keeps talking while my head spins. “I’m guessing he’s been keeping you hidden in his room, which explains the noises last night.”

  I gulp and stare.

  “This isn’t funny.” I’m thoroughly confused.

  The same forest-green eyes stare at me. That same smirk tilts the corners of his mouth. He’s got the same dark hair, identical build, identical height.

  Identical everything.

  But this is not Asher.

  The realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

  “Oh my God.” I jerk my hand out of his grip. “What the hell?”

  He gives a low, throaty laugh, the same one Asher uses when he’s amused. “I guess he didn’t tell you about me?”

  “He mentioned brothers, but not that you’re identical.” I swear Asher said he was the oldest brother. He never mentioned being a twin.

  “In every way.” The bastard is having far too much fun with me.

  “You’re his brother?”

  He holds out his hand. “Name’s Brody. I’m number two, the middle, wild child. Nice to meet you…” He pauses to let me fill in the gap.

  “I’m sorry.” I take a step back, then replay the last few moments, especially the part where I shoved my hand down the front of his pants and flicked the tip of his dick. “Dear God, I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to have a sexy vixen like you around. Ace is a very lucky man. You’re definitely not shy about grabbing a man’s junk.”

  “I can’t believe I—I thought you were him. I mean—I didn’t mean to…”

  “Grope me? Cop a feel? Flick my dick?”

  “Oh my God, you have to stop talking, right now!” Heat radiates off my cheeks.

  “I wish I was Ace.” He gives me another head to toe look. “He’s fucking lucky. I’d love to have a chick grab my junk like that. Just dig in and go for it. Damn, that’s fucking hot.”

  “I didn’t know who you were. I thought you were—”

  “Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot. Unfortunately for me, I’m not him, otherwise…” He glances at the countertop and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

  Holy fuck, this is mortifying.

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the blood rushing to my face and the heat radiating off of it, I’m fully capable of setting off my own damn forest fire. I cover my cheeks and take a step back, putting as much distance between myself and Brody as possible.

  I had my hands down his pants. I touched the tip of his dick. I just can’t…

  This isn’t something I’m going to walk away from.

  “I’m so embarrassed right now.” I cup my face and cover my eyes, but there’s nowhere to hide. It’s not like I can go back and erase time.

  “Don’t be. It could happen to anyone.”

  “Not me.”

  “But it did happen to you, and to me. We were both here for that little bit of grope-age.”

  “I can’t believe I did that. I really thought you were him.”

  “Well, I’m not. And you know my name, but I still don’t know yours. It’s been some time since my brother brought a girl home. You must be special, which means I need to know your name. I gotta do the mandatory background checks and make sure you’re not some random groper.”

  “Oh my God, will you please stop? And, please don’t tell him that I…” Holy hell. My fingers brushed the tip of Brody’s cock. “Mortified doesn’t begin to touch on how I feel right now.”

  “You’re the first chick to say she’s mortified after touching my dick.” His chuckle sounds exactly like Asher’s. “I usually get a far more positive reaction, but then you kind of know what it all looks like below my belt, considering Ace and I are identical—”

  “You seriously need to stop right now.”

  It’s hard to tease apart the fact that the man standing before me, who looks exactly like Asher, sounds exactly like Asher, feels just like Asher, and smells exactly like Asher, is not in fact the man I spent the night with.

  I don’t know whether to feel turned on or sick to my stomach. If there’s an ick factor to this, my mind and body isn’t connecting with it. Brody is just as handsome as his brother, which is fucking confusing as hell.

  “Where is Asher?”

  “Yeah, you better tell him first. He’s likely to punch me in the face for letting you grope me.”

  “Can you please stop saying that word?”

  “You mean grope?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, if you tell Ace you copped a feel, then I won’t have to explain how you were flicking my dick with your finger. Since it’s unlikely he’ll punch you, I’d appreciate you calming him down a bit.”

  “That’s not any better.”

  “Sorry, sis. I am what I am. And you are? I still don’t have a name.”

  “It’s Evelyn. Now do you know where he is?”

  “Hmm, that’s a pretty name.” He’s cocksure, just like his brother. Brody glances out the kitchen window and I follow the path of his gaze. The corner of his mouth tics up. “You know, I think I remember him heading to the barn. Why don’t you try out there? He’ll be the one wearing a yellow shirt.”

  “Thank you, and again, I’m so sorry.”

  “Hun, this has definitely been the best part of my day.”

  “Well, that makes one of us.”

  “Chin up, hun. It happens more often than you know. I barely register it anymore.”

  “Well, it’s a first for me.”

  “And now you know.”

  Yes, Asher has an identical twin running around. That would’ve been nice to know before I tickled the tip of his twin’s dick.

  I head out to the barn to give Asher a piece of my mind. He doesn’t deserve my anger, but I’m fuming and need an outlet.

  My senses are assaulted by the smell of sweaty leather, fresh pine shavings, and the aromatic smells of horse, manure, and hay. My nose tickles at all the pungent aromas flooding my senses. There’s a munching sound as the horses chew away at their hay. One horse is eating something crunchy. I’m imagining apples or carrots, or pellets of grain.

  I love the smell of horses and am privileged enough to have grown up around them. There’s a spot behind their ears that’s really soft and feels almost like fur. When I was little, I discovered each horse, like people, had its own unique scent. And it isn’t unpleasant. To me, it’s a natural perfume, not that I advocate bottling it up and selling it to humans, but I associate the smell with some of my happiest childhood memories.

  Now, as for adult memories, the man of my dreams and deliverer of adult fantasies, turns around at my entrance. Sexy, and a little rough around the edges, Asher with his sharp jawline, messy hair, and piercing eyes, looks terribly fine in his faded denims and yellow flannel shirt. He’s dirty, with sweat dripping down his chest. Hay sticks to his muscles and mixes in his hair. He runs the back of his hand over his brow.

  “Well, hello,” he says. “Aren’t you a fine-looking filly?”

  “Are you really comparing me to a horse?”

  “Not in the slightest, but damn don’t you make a man take notice.”

  My anger from accidentally fiddling Brody’s dick is wearing off, but the trauma remains. I close the distance between us and fold into his arms. I don’t care that he’s dirty or sweaty. He smells divine, a mixture of horses, hay, and manly Asher smell. I’m in heaven.

  “Whoa, what’s this?” He doesn’t wrap his arms around me like I expect. Instead, he holds his arms up and out as I bury my face in the crook of his neck and nuzzle in.

  “You should have told me about your brother.”

  “My brother? Um, which brother would that be?”

  “Brody, and you won’t believe what happened.”

  “What happened?”

  Asher smells good. I bury my nose in his neck and resist the urge to lick his skin. He feels good in my arms, solid, muscular, and safe. My fingers grow restless pressed against the hard planes of his back. I hug him a little tighter and let my hands drift down where there are two dimples right above the rise of his jeans.

  “It was horrible. He was cooking, and I thought he was you. I went up to him, and…”

  He brings his hand down to the small of my back. It’s a hesitant touch, like maybe he doesn’t want me pressing too tight against him because of the sweat. Frankly, I don’t care about that. Asher smells wonderful, even if his hug is a bit half-hearted as he holds me.

  “And what did you do?”

  I can’t help myself. Asher’s too hard to resist. I reach down and squeeze his ass. “You know, you promised some rope action.” I give his ass another squeeze and grind against him.

  He lifts up on the balls of his feet. “Whoa there! That’s awfully friendly forward, even for me.”

  “Considering where your dick was last night, I’d say we’re far beyond the friend stage.” I reach my hand around to cup his groin and I’m surprised to find him long and soft instead of long and hard.

  “Um…” His voice cracks. “I don’t think that’s the dick you want.”

  “Cage, you’ve got half a second to get your hands off my girl.”

  My entire body tenses.

  That voice?

  I know that voice, and holy fuck but my hand is full of yet another man’s dick.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

  “What the hell!” My screech echoes through the barn and brings irritated whinnies from the horses and snickers from the man I practically vault away from.

  I spin around only to see Asher in faded denims and a red and black plaid shirt that hangs open to display all the magnificence of his stunning physique.

  He leads the most gorgeous black stallion I’ve ever seen into the barn. The horse huffs, shakes its head, and stamps at the ground. It yanks on its reins and nudges Asher’s pocket. Soft horse lips give a little nibble to the edge of his pocket.

  Cage lifts his hands up, palms out and takes two steps back. “Hey, bro. She fondled me. I didn’t do nothing.”

  “Like shit you did nothing. You very well know what you didn’t do.”

  I spin between the two of them, doing a double, triple-take. I must look like a goddamn fool. “How many of you are there?”
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  Exasperation fills my tone and I lift my hands in the air in frustrated defeat. I’ve just successfully groped both of Asher’s twin brothers. Correction, identical triplet brothers.

  Cage gives a low chuckle. “I take it Ace didn’t tell you there are three of us?”

  “He most certainly did not.” I spin back to Asher wanting to be pissed, but unable to muster any anger from him when he’s dressed like a girl’s wet dream.

  “Now, I know what all the noise was coming from his room last night. Nice to meet you.” Cage flashes me a devastating wink. “Not sure how they do it where you’re from, but around here we settle for shaking hands instead of grabbing dick.”

  I cover my face and put my back to both men.

  Asher comes to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, but I’m not having it. I turn on him and jab him in the chest. “First off, you could have told me you had two identical brothers. Are there any others running around? Quads? Quints? Sextuplets?”

  He releases his breath, long and slow. “Just the three of us.”

  “Well fuck. You might have warned me they were here. It would have saved me a whole lot of embarrassment.”

  “Evelyn…” His voice is raw, rough, and hungry. The sexual charge between us builds. It’s an undeniable force.

  I shake my head. “Don’t even try. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” With the tattered remnants of what is left of my dignity, I storm out of the barn. Asher’s horse snorts as I pass. “It’s not funny, fuzzball.”

  Asher may have forgotten to tell me about his brothers, but at least he has the sense to remain silent as I make my dramatic exit. Except, the moment I’m out of the barn, laughter fills the air.

  And it’s coming from two men.

  “You fucked up, Ace.” Cage’s laughter is deep, booming, and sounds exactly like Asher. “But damn isn’t she sexy.”

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  Asher

  I’m going to kill my fucking brothers. Cage is doubled over, laughing his ass off, while Evelyn stalks out of the barn. I’d go to her, but a very insistent Knight demands his treats.

  It was a risk getting up early and leaving Evelyn in bed. Her gorgeous hair spilled over the pillow and her naked body begged to be touched, but the work doesn’t stop around here because I want to stay in bed with my woman.