by Jane Jamison
“Of course not. But if my man had to take a photo with two sexy hunks of male, I’m not sure that rational explanation would keep me from scratching their eyes out.” His wary expression told her he didn’t believe she could handle it. “But okay. If you say so.”
“I say so.”
“Hey, baby. We’re ready whenever you are.”
She tried not to gloat, but didn’t Aaron calling her “baby” prove she was right? Tyler shrugged, giving her her due before she lifted her hand to greet them. They had their robes wrapped around them, and aside from the yellow helmets and black boots, she knew they had on skimpy underwear underneath it all.
She was smiling until her attention riveted to the woman walking behind them.
If she hadn’t continued to breathe, she would’ve sworn her heart had stopped.
Hell’s bells. She’s fucking gorgeous.
The woman threw her hair back, her blue eyes sparkling even though they stood in the dimly lit area of the enclosure, and laughed at whatever Seth had said. Even her laugh was light and airy, and filled with a sensuality that only movie star vixens possessed. Her long, red, wavy hair that trailed down her back was the perfect shade of red, not too orange or brassy, but a color that incorporated strands of copper and gold.
And her body. Even with the cheap fleece robe on Beth could tell she had a fantastic body.
No woman had a right to have a body like hers. It was as though the gods had taken beauty away from other women and given it all to her. She had curves that turned her form into a sculpture worthy of any artist’s work. Her breasts pointed skyward—without a bra, damn her!—full and luscious.
“Fuck, Beth, why’d you hire her? This calendar is targeting women. Hell, they’re going to pick up the calendar, take one look at Miss Sex USA, and forget about buying it.”
“I didn’t get a chance to see her before I hired her. I asked for a nice-looking redhead and she was the one the local modeling agency suggested, so I agreed.”
Why is Aaron putting his hand on her waist?
“Daaamn. That sucks.” Tyler rubbed her arm and did a couple of tsk-tsk sounds. “Well, it’s too late now. Unless, of course, you want to take her place.”
He moved away, but her attention was fixed on the vixen. As though she’d gotten stuck in quicksand, she struggled to get her feet to move. She fought against the urge to shout at the woman, telling her to get out of her men’s sight before she clawed her eyes out.
I swear if she touches Seth’s arm one more time, or does her bell-like laugh again, I’m going to go bat-shit crazy on her ass.
“Beth? Did you hear me?”
Tyler walked by, carrying a spotlight, and bumped into her, jolting her out of her fantasy of snatching the woman bald.
“Yes. Sure I did.”
Take it easy. It’s just a photo. Nothing more. Professionalism. That’s the key.
She plastered on a fake smile she was sure wouldn’t fool anyone, then did her best to sway—don’t clomp, walk sexy—toward her men—yeah, bitch, my men—and stuck out her hand. “You must be from the modeling agency.”
“Yes, I am. I’m Miranda Summers.”
Shit. Even her name is sexy.
“And you must be Beth Davidson.” Miranda’s smile grew brighter as though she hadn’t noticed the jealous hatred pouring off Beth. “I’ve got to tell you, this is such a great idea. You must be a genius to come up with it. You’ve already sold at least twenty to me and my girlfriends.”
“Really?” Did she sound as bitchy as she felt?
“You bet. A few of us, me included, are really getting into the whole tie-me-up-and-take-me kind of sex.”
Did she lock gazes with Aaron? Was that an invitation for him to tie her up? Is she flirting with my men right in front of me? For real?
“Great. That’s just great.”
Aaron tilted his head and studied her, obviously having caught the sarcasm in her tone. “Are you all right, baby?”
“I’m fine. Now if you don’t mind, let’s cut the niceties. I’d like to get this over with.” She moved away, never taking her eyes off Miranda, then gestured for them to follow her to the right side of the fire truck. “I’m going to try a few different positions with you three.”
That’s it. Be professional.
“The first shot is on top of the truck. Miranda, I want you lying against the ladder. Guys, blindfold her and use the cuffs to tie her hands above her head. Use those strips of cord to tie around her ankles and bind her to the ladder. Then Seth, I want you between her legs with your head turned halfway toward the camera. Aaron, you’ll be on the left side of her.”
They took off their robes and she almost fainted from the shock. The body she’d imagine fell far short of the real thing. Miranda was perfect, a goddess without any flaws, and completely naked, all for her men to see.
Aaron and Seth shucked off their robes, pausing when they got a look at Miranda’s smokin’ body, then let their robes fall to the ground.
Beth swallowed, their amazing, muscular bodies giving her a moment’s reprieve from the jealousy that consumed her. Had they buffed up even more since the last time she’d seen them? But how could that be? It had only been a few days.
Miranda slid her hand over Aaron’s hard abdomen. “Are you sure you two aren’t professional models, because you definitely have the looks for it. I bet you could model swim trunks for all the major designers.”
The thrill that had washed over was gone, once more replaced by the jealousy that had her seeing red. Maybe if she used her safe word, she could stop the whole thing.
She tried to keep the cattiness out of her tone, but failed. “Miranda, I left pasties and a thong for you to wear. Didn’t you see them?”
“Yes.” She traveled her hands along her perfect, without-a-dimple-of-cellulite hips. “But I just thought going nude would be more realistic.” She shrugged. “I don’t mind being naked.” Her sultry gaze drifted to Aaron and Seth. “I think the human body is beautiful, don’t you?”
I’m going to kill her and not a woman alive will convict me.
Instead, she pasted on a smile. “Can we please get going? I want to get this over with.”
Seth gave her the same confused look Aaron did, but she didn’t bother explaining. Instead, she ground her teeth together and watched as they helped Miranda climb up the steps at the back of the truck, then on to the top to stand at the base of the ladder. To their credit, the men didn’t stare at her curvaceous bottom. The ladder was already extended, and the necessary sexual props lay nearby.
“This is so exciting. I’ve never been on a fire bus before. There are just so many gadgets and wheels and all kinds of things up here. How do you remember what all this is?” Miranda flipped her silky hair over her shoulder and batted her eyes at Seth. “You must be very smart as well as handsome.”
Beth couldn’t hold back a glare. Seriously? Fire bus? Was she that stupid that she didn’t know it wasn’t a bus? Or was she playing stupid for their benefit? She’d always hated it when women acted dumb to make a man feel smart.
Aaron glanced over at her, but both the men kept quiet. The three of them eased into their positions, then waited for her to say what to do next.
Fuck. Her body looks even sexier lying against the ladder.
When she didn’t speak, Aaron cleared his throat, tied the final cord around Miranda’s ankle, and stood up. “Beth? What do you want me to do? There’s not a lot of room up here.”
I want you to tell Ms. Sexalot that she doesn’t have a chance in hell with you or Seth. I want you to teach me how to be a good sub. I want to please you and make you forget all about her.
And yet, somehow she choked back her pleas. “First, Miranda, spread out your hair. You know what I mean. Let it fan out around your face and drape over the rungs of the ladder. Once she does that, Seth, you act like you’re, um, going down on her while Aaron holds up the paddle, pretending to spank her. Aaron, lean over her chest and put y
our mouth close to her right nipple. But keep the paddle in the air while you hold your other hand so that the side of it keeps her nipple from being in the shot. That’s it. Okay, hold it while I get the shot.”
“Tyler, can you move the ladder next to the engine, please?”
“Sure thing.” Tyler set up the regular ladder, then eased behind her and whispered in her ear. “I’ve got to give it you, hon. If I were you, I would’ve already bitch-slapped her right off the side of the truck.”
“Don’t think I don’t want to.”
She climbed up the ladder, putting her in a position overlooking them, then started shooting, barely paying attention to what she was aiming at. The only thing she wanted was to get the session over with and Miranda away from her men.
Several shots later, she blinked, suddenly aware that her framing was off. Keeping her voice low, she muttered, “If you’re going to go through the agony of watching them together, you might as well get a good photo.”
Repositioning herself, she snapped off several photos, then couldn’t stand the sight of Seth’s head between Miranda’s legs for a second longer.
“Let’s try another position, guys. Get her loose, then move to that metal box part of the engine between the cab and the rest of the truck.” She winced, knowing she sounded a lot like Miranda.
Miranda was right about one thing. There were so many parts to an engine that she didn’t know what to call them. She hadn’t had time to learn the correct names. She assumed that the compartment between the cab and the rest of the engine was for storing all the kinds of equipment they needed to fight fires, but who knew for sure?
Aaron and Seth untied Miranda, then got down and walked with her around to the silver metal compartment. Two long vertical hand holds ran on either side of the area so that firefighters could use the holds to get on top of the midsection of the truck. The men were playing it cool, and although she hated to think so, she was sure they could feel her envious glare even from a distance.
“What now, sweetheart?”
Just like when Aaron had called her baby, hearing Seth call her sweetheart loosened the tight knot in her stomach. She tried to picture the next set of photos, but couldn’t.
Get it done. You’re photographing a fake scene, that’s all. There’s nothing going on between them.
She tried again, then realized at last that she simply didn’t have it in her to watch her men with Miranda any longer.
“Tyler?”
He hurried to her side, leaning toward her conspiratorially. “Yeah, hon? Do you want me to kill her now?”
Damn, how she loved him. “I wish. Instead, can you take over?”
He met her gaze, and as she’d known he would, understood her intentions. “You bet I can.”
She touched his arm. “Thanks.” Then, gathering a huge breath, she pivoted around and strode toward Miranda, snatching her robe off the ground without breaking stride. “Miranda, you’re all done for the evening.”
“What? Already? Did I do something wrong?”
Beth handed her the robe. “Of course not. You were great. And I’ll pay your fee, of course. It’s just that I think someone else is more suited for what I want.”
“I don’t understand.”
Poor thing. How could you?
“It’s like this.” She looped her arm in Miranda’s and urged her to walk along beside her. “The women in the other photos are average, regular-looking kind of women.” She got her to the flap in the enclosure, pulled it back, and ushered Miranda through to the other side. “I need someone who fits in with the others.”
Miranda’s big blue eyes filled with concern. “I still don’t understand. You’re not using me in the calendar?”
“No. I’m sorry. You’d stick out way too much. You see, Miranda, you’re just too damn sexy compared to the other women. And it’s the men who’re supposed to be the sexy ones. I’m afraid you’ll take the focus away from them.”
Miranda’s face brightened, more than a little pleased. “Oh! I see. I guess that makes sense.”
Beth wiggled her fingers in a farewell wave. “Good. I’m glad you understand. Good-bye now. I’ve got to get back to the men on the fire bus. Thanks again for all your hard work.”
Chapter Eight
“What do you make of that?” Aaron wrapped the robe around him as he watched the interaction between Miranda and Beth. He hadn’t expected Beth to end the session so abruptly, but he wasn’t sorry that she had. Even pretending interest in another woman, even a beautiful woman like Miranda, was difficult to do. He only wanted Beth. All other women were just people who existed in the world that revolved around their sub.
“I think Beth’s jealous.”
“Yeah. It sure looked like she was getting riled up. From what I’ve heard from the others, she didn’t have a problem with any of the women. Until now.”
Aaron stared at Beth as she spoke with Miranda, then caught the flash of someone rushing around the side of the fire station. He grumbled, sure that one of the guys had decided to play voyeur. Not that he could blame any of them. They’d had to have noticed Miranda when she’d arrived and realized that she was the model for their shoot. The naked model. He’d have to ask them about it later.
Beth let the flap close, then walked toward them. Had she put a little more sway into her walk for their benefit?
“Baby, what was that all about? We could’ve used more shots in different poses.”
She strode past Tyler, never taking her gaze off Aaron and Seth. “Tyler, you’re in charge of taking the photos. This is my calendar and if anyone’s going to pose with my men, it’s going to be me. Start shooting once we get into position.”
Aaron pulled the belt off his robe, tossed the robe away, but kept the belt. “So you’re doing the modeling now, huh?”
“I am. Is that okay with you?”
He grinned at Seth. “Hell, no. Not if you’re planning on taking the shots in those clothes. You’d better find something skimpier to wear. Or better yet, nothing at all.”
Seth rid himself of his robe and kept the belt, too. “Yeah, little sub. You’re hot in whatever clothes you wear, but less is better for the calendar. And for our libidos.”
Beth stopped, her eyes blazing with need. “Don’t worry. I came prepared.” She unbuttoned her blouse, then shrugged it off her shoulders. Just as it was about to fall to the ground, she let it alone and undid her jeans. Kicking off her shoes, she pushed down her jeans and stepped out of them.
She’s amazing.
Aaron wasn’t sure how, but she got sexier every time he saw her. The panties she wore were skin-colored. If they hadn’t had a small pink flower at the top of them, he would’ve thought she’d gone commando. Her bra, the same color as the panties, dipped low in front. He could see her nipples, already taut, through the thin material. The night breeze picked up her hair and floated it around her pale shoulders. Like a queen, their queen, she held her head high.
She planted her feet apart, then fisted her hands on her hips. “Will this do?”
“Hon, you look incredible. Gorgeous. Hell, you’re so hot you make me wish I was straight.”
She tilted her head at her friend. “Thanks, Tyler, but I was asking my guys.”
Aaron caught a glimpse of Seth’s slow nod. His mouth was parted and he had an entranced expression.
“Hell, yeah, it’ll do. Come here, baby.”
He would’ve sworn she floated on air as she came to stand between them. She licked her lips, her face alight with excitement. “Let’s do this.”
Seth stroked her arm, running his fingers up and down it. “Is there a specific thing you want us to do?”
“Yeah.” Her chest rose and fell in a quicker rhythm than before. “Rough.” She lowered her gaze to his crotch. “And very realistic.”
“You’re the boss, baby. At least as far as the photos are concerned.”
Seth took her arm, then began winding the robe’s belt around her wrist. “W
hatever you want is good for us.” She let out a sexy yelp as he wrapped the other end of the belt around the metal handle, then yanked her arm above her head.
“Good idea, man.” Aaron pressed a kiss against her neck as he tied his belt around her other wrist, then brought her arms high. She was tied to the engine, her skin against the metal tool compartment, arching her back so that her breasts beckoned for their touches.
“You’re our woman, Beth. Do you know what that means?”
The way she looked at him almost had him shooting his wad. “Yes, Master Aaron.”
She’d never used the term before. Hearing his name on her lips was the best thing he’d ever heard. He’d thought it would’ve taken a much longer time for her to get comfortable enough to say master.
“Tell me.”
“It means I belong to you. It means that you’ll take care of me. That you’ll protect me and make love to me both rough and easy. It means that I’m yours to do whatever you want with me.”
Seth nodded at Tyler, who had taken the camera in hand and was moving around them, furiously snapping photos. “Are you sure you want him here? And that you want to be in the calendar?”
“I do, Master Seth. As long as I’m with you and Master Aaron.”
“Do you trust us, baby?”
“Yes, sir.”
She shivered when he tugged the straps of her bra down her arms. Her blouse hung behind her, framing her body.
“Remember. We won’t do anything to hurt you. If you don’t like what we do, then say red and we stop. Even if it’ll kill us to do that.”
“I know, Master.”
He smiled, then held out his hand. “Seth, hand me that paddle over there.” He took her by the chin, twisting her face toward his. “I didn’t ask you to speak. Remember that.”
“Hon, are you sure you’re okay with this?”
She kept her eyes locked to Tyler’s as she eased his worries. Pride welled through him when she lifted her eyebrows in question.
“Go ahead, baby. Answer him.”
