by Rayne O'Gara
Setting down my phone I buckle up and start the engine. Almost instantly I get a response from Alex.
Alex: sounds awesome. Would love to come w one day and c how u do what u do. Im missin’ u something fierce.
Aww…he misses me. That’s great he said it first, now I won’t have that awkward ohmygoodness what is he thinking moment. Kinda like the one I’m having with Roman. He hasn’t answered back.
Cait: I would love for ya’ll to come w me. maybe this weekend. I miss u too. R u really busy?
Alex: yeah, Rome is w the chief right know talkin bout an arsonist crime wave and im about to join them.
Cait: Ok, im gunna head home so if I don’t answer its cause im driving. Ill talk to u tonight!
Alex: ok, cant wait!
If Roman is in with the Fire Chief then I am good to drive. I am only about forty-five minutes away from home so not a bad trip. Maybe the day they come with me I can bring them here. Wistfully looking at the meadow one last time I put the car in drive, turn up the radio, and make it home in no time.
Grabbing up my phone and purse, I exit my car and head to the front door. Keys in hand I notice my phone light on. Hand hanging in mid-air with keys dangling, I check my text.
Roman: Alex said u were on ur way home. Please be careful, baby. I don’t want anything to happen to u. talk to u later. I miss ur voice too.
Smiling and shaking my head I type back quickly.
Cait: I’m already home Rome. I’m in one piece, walking in my door now.
True to my word I unlock and step inside the air conditioned house. Plopping my purse down on my loveseat, I make my way to my now finished dark room. I had to think of something to do on those lonely days.
Pictures done and hanging, and with cleanup finished I stretch out my back. Stiff from the repetitive motions I try to twist and bend the soreness out. If I only knew some yoga…I bet that would help.
In my kitchen I get some eggs boiling and my other ingredients out of the fridge for my chef salad. I love a good salad, well…as long as I can have my bacon bits, ranch, and crunchies! And at that thought I need to pick up some more croutons next shopping day.
Finishing the food prep, I make my bowl, pour a drink, and head in to my living room. I turn on my television, put in my favorite movie, and I settle in to my comfy corner of the couch and dig into my dinner.
Now that my bowl is empty, I set it aside on the table and I grab the crocheted throw blanket from the back of my couch and curl up. Nestled in, all warm and full, my eyes start to blur the men on the TV screen as I fall into a light sleep.
Light buzzing pulls me out of my dream state. What is that? As I roll over onto my side, I am jolted fully awake by vibrations against my butt.
“Ah! My phone!” I jump up and search through the folds of the heavy blanket trying to grab up my phone before whoever is calling hangs up. Spying the lit up screen sticking up between the cushions, I snatch it up and check the id before answering. The guys! One swipe of the finger answers the call and I manage a breathless, “Hi.”
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi ya, sweetness!”
I forgot how potent their voices were over the phone. Looking down to see the goose bumps that cover my arms from the simple greetings.
“Finally get out of the station house? If you are not home and still there, surrounded by a bunch of people, I do suggest you take me off speaker phone please,” I plead with them. I hate myself being on speaker. Everyone can hear your conversation and get into your business. I wonder how open they are about three-ways?
“Why, Cait? We gonna start somethin’ heavy over the phone? Mmmmm…I’m good with that. Whatcha wearin’?”
“Alex, stop.”
“I can see the blush on Caitriona’s face even through the phone. It’s okay, baby, we’re home, so no horny guys lurking round corners or trying to get off on our conversation,” replies Roman.
“Well no one other than us!” pipes in Alex playfully.
I just know Roman is rolling his eyes right now, I can see it mentally.
“So with that out of the way, thank you, Alex, what are you wearing, baby?”
Oh, Roman's deep bass voice has me trembling. Red as a tomato I shove my face into a pillow. Oh good gravy. Okay, well two…or three can play at this game.
“So my men want to know huh?” I ask playfully. I’ve never done this before so I hope I do this right. Nothing but silence greets my question. Oh no, I’ve already messed it up. What did I say? Shit…I said my men. What if they don’t really want to be ‘my men’. Or what if they don’t want to be an “item.” I probably was just a good time that they want to keep close. I did put out real quickly. Talking myself close to tears, I couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“Uh, Roman? Alex?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah, baby. Your men want to know,” Roman finally answers in a low gruff voice.
Thank goodness he answered. I just about went into serious panic mode.
“Cait? Sweetness? You okay?” Alexis’s concern puts me slightly at ease.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I…I…I didn’t mean to…um.” Not knowing what to say or do I just grip the phone closer to my ear, looking at nothing, waiting for I don’t know what exactly. Maybe hope. Hope that I am not just some girl but someone important to them I guess. I just know one day I’m going to do or say something that will have these incredible men running for their lives.
“Caitriona?” Roman asks in a soothing voice, catching my attention.
“Yes, Roman?” I reply, my words coming out as nothing but a whisper.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I am sorry it took so long for a response from us but in all honesty, you took us by surprise. I mean, we know and were pretty clear on what we want, but for you to so easily say that you accept us, well it blew us away, baby.” Chuckling, Roman continues, “When you called us “your men” we looked at each other with wide eyes and shocked expressions. Well, I know Alex had a shocked face, you should have seen it. Now we are just sitting here with the biggest smiles. Thank you. You’ve made our whole week by saying that, baby. Caitriona, I do want you to know that if you ever are scared, confused, worried, anything…you always have us to talk to.”
“I wish we were there right now with you so we could show you in person how happy we are. Plus, I think maybe you need a hug,” Alex speaks up, letting me know he is still there with us and in agreement with Roman.
That is the most talking I think anyone has ever heard Roman say at once before. Well apart from Alex of course. The fact it was to reassure me and explain something as simple as a pause in conversation is incredible. A small bubble of happiness swells up and floats within me.
“Alright, thank you, Roman. Alex, I wish you were here too, I would love a hug.” Taking a deep breath I close my eyes. “So…as childish as this may sound, does this mean that I am your girlfriend?”
Oh goodness, I can’t believe I asked that! What adult asks that? But I do want to know. Is it possible for your whole body to blush?
“Do you wanna be called our girlfriend, sweetness?”
“Alex,” I groan embarrassingly as I shove my face back into the couch pillow. I thank every deity out there that this conversation is over the phone and not in person. Well let’s be truthful. If we were together, none of this talking would be happening anyway. I mean really, after three days of no contact I hope we would have better things to do than talk. With not just one but two male libidos, plus a now sexed up female raging libido, I do not see us getting farther than the living room. I’m fine with it. If it would actually be going on that is! With their schedule and my now enhanced sex drive, I think a toy is really what I need!
“I think it is safe to say that that is what I hope you are. Alex, you?”
Wait, what? What’s going on? Oh yeah, the girlfriend thing. God I’m such an idiot, what possessed me to ask that again? Wait…oohh. Roman just said he thinks I’m his girlfriend. Wow.
“O
h yeah. I’ve thought that way about you for a while now, sweetness. You good with this?” Alex asks softly, sweetly.
“Wow.” That one word is all I can manage to get out. The feeling is incredible with just one of them, put them both together? Explosive. That’s me right now. How did this happen? Oh never mind, I don’t care! Oh wow. Brain…grab another word already.
Two sets of male laughter comes at me through my phone.
“Was that a ‘you’re good’? Cause I’m gonna take it as one anyway,” Alex playfully responds.
“Yes…I think I’m very good with this,” I clarify.
“Alright great! So, from one of your boyfriends to our girlfriend…what’cha wearin’, sweetness? We’ve missed you and I think we both would like a visual to take to work with us tonight.”
“Oh, Alex.” I laugh at his one track mind. I hear Roman laughing along with me.
“Alright I’ll tell you. Only if you tell me. I’m lonely here as well. I’ve missed ya’ll too.” I grin as my playfulness comes back.
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
“By all means, boys…you first.” I giggle as I start to unbutton my comfy flannel shirt I put on while I’m in my dark room. It’s not to terribly sexy, but the silk camisole I have on underneath it I can work with. Walking upstairs and into my bedroom, I hang the flannel on the hook next to my terrycloth robe on the back of my door. I stand at the foot of my bed and wait for one of them to go first.
“No, no, no. I do believe we asked you first. So, ladies first. Plus we’re not wearing much so no fun there.” Roman’s husky voice is playful. I love it.
“Ah, Roman, you tease now. Tsk, tsk. Alex? Do you want a shot of redemption or will you fall in with his lot?” Even knowing no one could see me, I am still gently sliding my left hand back and forth over my stomach under my full breasts. My brows raise as I wait for Alex’s reply.
Clearing his throat Alex gives up his answer. “Well, I see Roman’s point here, sweetness. We did ask first, and we aren’t all that interesting. Adding to that, you’re outnumbered. So, yeah. I’m with Roman. Ante up, darlin’.”
“Oh, Alex. Not you too.” Sighing loudly for their benefit, I continue with my game. “Well. As to your ‘points’ as you call them, you asked first. I concede that, you did in fact ask first and how sweet of you to let me go before you. I do love your manners. So I will give you one article of clothing in a moment. Point two, I believe, was that you were not wearing much anyway. Oh, baby. Do you have any idea what the thought of you both only in one piece of clothing does to me? Sends my imagination wild. Rome, baby? What was it you said at the movies? Oh yeah, do you want me to show you how good I can be?” I ask in a throaty purr. This is way too much fun.
“Yes. I do.” Roman’s words are nothing but a growl, sending heat through my body as my heartbeat picks up down in my clit, flooding myself in wetness. This could be dangerous.
“Sorry, baby, were getting off track. Maybe a different time. Now, where was I?”
“Caitriona, when I get my hands on you, you’re going straight over my knee for a good spanking.” Poor Roman sounds close to the edge. Well, I gave them both an out and they had to band together to torment me. Paybacks, baby.
“Yes, sir.”
“Caitriona!”
“Rome! Shut it, man! Cait, sweetness, please stop goading him. He’s about to rip the arm off his chair and I think he is about two seconds from running to your house to deliver that spankin’. Now do we want to continue or would you rather not sit for a week?”
Oh man, choices, choices. I can’t believe I have the power to push someone as immobile as Roman to extremes. Keep playing phone games or get a spanking? The inner me smiles like the Cheshire cat at more phone fun but my stomach drops at the thought of Roman’s hard hand all over my ass, making it hot and pink before I get to take them both fast and furiously until we couldn’t even think anymore. I think a sore butt is well worth it to have them inside me again.
“Cait?”
Damn, but then again they have another shift in a couple hours and I don’t want them to be too tired to be alert.
“Cait!” Alex shouts at me.
“What? Goodness!”
“You weren’t answering me.”
“Yeah, Alex, I was thinking. You gave two wonderful options, I had to go through the pros and cons, okay?” They just don’t give you time to think sometimes, sheesh.
“You had to think about it? You want me over there making that gorgeous ass nice and pink before I fuck it, don’t you, baby? I can be there in less than five.”
“Damn it, Rome,” I sigh with disappointment and want. “I’ve made up my mind, you have to leave early. I think we should just continue this phone conversation so you guys can relax some before you have to work, you might even be able to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, not like we won’t be relieving ourselves all night long after this anyway, sweetness. Wow, that sounded creepy. Sorry,” Alex snorts.
“It’s okay, as creepy as it sounds, I’m going to be doing the same thing. Okay, so let’s see, what point was I on? Oh yeah. You’re not interesting? Please. I’m actually not going to validate that with reasoning. There is no way you don’t think your interesting. And I think that’s a conversation for when we’re face to face. Look forward to it. I am. So on to my one item. I’m wearing an ice blue, silk camisole with white peekaboo lace over my breasts. The silk is cool and smooth as it glides over my body and the lace is scratchy and rough in all the best places. I wore it today because it reminded me of your eyes, Rome, and how your rough, callused hands would rub across my breasts, teasing my nipples into hardening, right before you take them into your mouth. Now your items if you please?” Waiting for their responses, I unsnap my jeans and slide them down a bit farther onto my hips.
“Wow, baby, that silk thing sounds really pretty.” Roman clears the raspiness from his throat before continuing. “Basically we both have on pajama bottoms. That’s it. Well for me at least. I don’t like to sleep with clothes so I could tell you that under these cotton bottoms lays nothing, because as soon as I get into my room they are coming off so I can get into bed and start playing fantasies of you in my head.”
“I’m right there too. I do have something on underneath my PJs though. Grey boxer briefs that at this current moment are restrictive and wet. The sooner I get these off the better I’ll be, I think. Damn, Cait. One more day and we have the weekend. I don’t know ‘bout Rome, but I don’t think I’m lettin’ you out of that bed the entire time.” Sounding pretty close to the edge himself, I hear him grumble something about a cold beer.
“Finish with what you have on, Caitriona. You were right, we do need to try to get some sleep but not before we know the all of it, baby,” Roman ordered. Damn, him and his orders.
“Alright, alright, simmer down. I have my jeans unsnapped and pulled low on my hips, I can just make out my emerald green boy short cut panties. Guess who I wanted to remember with these, Alex. They curve and mold to my ass in a firm grip. It has a matching lace around the borders that scratch and tickle my inside thighs every time I walk, just like how you rub your stubble when your mouth is on me. I can’t wait to see you guys on Saturday.” I finish with my ensemble, hot, flustered, and so turned on I need to seriously relieve some pressure.
“Damn, baby!” Roman groans.
“Fuuucccckkk. I don’t think I want to shave ever again,” Alex whispers a growl.
Sighing out loud I finish taking my pants off and crawl into bed with my phone still to my ear. Damn I really do need a vibrator.
Chocking laughter coming over the phone makes me confused. What happened?
“Ah, baby, if we didn’t have to be back to the station at midnight I would love to be your toy for you,” Roman says smugly as he fills me in on what was so funny.
Crap, I said that out loud. I can’t believe I said that out loud!
“Uh, I…"
“Didn’t mean to say t
hat, did ya, sweets?”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy laughing.
“We’ll see you on Saturday?” Roman asks.
Getting my laughter under control I give him my answer.
“Sounds great. Will you call or text when you’re about to come over, please? That will give me time to stop whatever I’m doing. I hope you have great dreams and that you sleep sweet,” I wish to them followed by my own huge yawn. I guess the nap earlier wasn’t enough for me, I’m beat.
“You too, sweet Cait. I’ll call you soon.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
Blowing a kiss into my receiver, I tap the end button and start my nighttime rituals.
Chapter Twelve
Bad Guy…
Cramped up in my shithole of a car, I sit across the street from the Liberty Fire Department Station House. After following the truck last week as it left our destroyed artwork, I’ve been watching the comings and goings of the four pieces of shit who always ruin everything. Following one or two to get a look at their own life, we haven’t found the perfect showcase yet. Don’t worry, worry, worry. We will. Like all great things, they come to those who wait. “I know that dammit, but why must it take so long?!” Patience!
Watching these scurrying little worker ants all day and night have my teeth even more on edge. My hands are itching to create something. I must hold my creativity back. I need to save it all for the crowning jewel of our career and also our much needed revenge on the ‘destroyers’. Seeing them smile and have fun even through the most menial tasks is just disgusting. I mean really, you get that jacked up by washing a big red monstrosity of a vehicle? Crazies…the lot of them.
Watching a familiar truck pull into the station's side parking area, I see it stop and its inhabitants lumber out. Every day they leave, they leave together and arrive the next shift together as well. Hmm. I wonder if I have found my prize. It would be magical to not only end one but two! Ahh, perfect. Tonight I do believe I am just going to have to see where these fuckers live. The big black haired one looks like he needs to be taken down a step or two and the lean one, well, some beautiful fire scars should make him not such a pretty boy anymore.
