Hot and Ready [Men for Hire: Firemen 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Seth caressed her body, his hands tender and caring as he traveled his kisses down her neck. Dropping to kneel beside her, he nibbled at the flesh of her buttocks, then kissed the stings of pain away. She moaned and took hold of his hair.

  Aaron’s kiss left her mouth to place light, airy kisses along her neck, down to the hollow beneath. His palms cupped her breasts and she arched, needing to feel impossibly close to him. If she could, she would’ve melted their bodies together until she became a part of him.

  She was in heaven on earth. Placing her hand against Aaron’s chest, she could feel the pounding of his heart and knew it matched her own. She accepted her men, locking them into her soul for all of eternity. Her breaths quickened, then halted, only to quicken even more.

  “Lie on your back, baby, and let us show you what you mean to us.”

  Seth stood, and together with Aaron, watched her move on top of the bed. He walked to the other side, his jaw clenching and unclenching in his need for her. Aaron opened the nightstand, then reached into the drawer and pulled out two condoms. He then took a tube out of the drawer and tossed both to Seth.

  She lay back, spreading her hair out around her head and bent her leg. Fascinated, she watched as they opened the packages, then covered their cocks.

  Seth crawled to lie beside her and Aaron got next to her legs. They kissed her more, touching her in places she hadn’t realized were sexually stimulating.

  She put her hands on Seth’s shoulders, then let her palms ride over the hills of his muscles. A low groan escaped his lips as he lowered his head to her welcoming nipple. She arched, tempting him to take both of them into his mouth. His chuckle warmed her skin as he pushed her breasts together and sucked on her nipples. Tingles of delight blistered outward from the taut buds and she gripped his hair to keep him in place. She knew disappointment when he let them go with a satisfying pop, but her disappointment changed to a quickening race of her pulse soon enough. Stroking her nipple with his thumb, he drew lazy circles around the other.

  Aaron’s hand against her back urged her onto her side. He treasured kisses down the curve of her hip, then did a dive over her round butt cheek. “Let me taste you, baby.” Again, at his gentle urging, she lifted her leg.

  She gasped, inhaling as he rested his head against her other leg and brought his mouth to her pussy. Easing her wet folds apart, Aaron flashed his tongue over her clit. She bucked as he pushed his face against her and let his tongue torture her wet pussy.

  Moaning, she pulled harder on Seth’s hair as he kept his tongue busy on her nipples. His tongue was magic all its own, but with Aaron’s two fingers added to her pussy, she was under their spell.

  Her body bucked as Aaron grazed the sensitive path hidden between her folds. Teasing her until she nearly went mad with need, he withdrew his tongue and his fingers. She groaned, warning him that she couldn’t, wouldn’t, tolerate his teasing, but he didn’t heed her warning. Instead, he began again, driving her almost to the edge of her explosion, then pulling away. She inhaled, exhaling at the rise and fall of her ever-growing climax.

  Her mind wasn’t fully aware when Seth took her hand and brought it to his cock. He was hot, slippery and textured with purple veins running from his curly dark hair to the mushroomed cap above. She stroked him, her arms pushing at the sides of her breasts to plump them. His shaft twitched, signaling his craving. It was a craving she would soon satisfy.

  Her thoughts tumbled, spinning out of control in a storm fueled by desire, wanting them, needing them more than the air she breathed. She attempted to speak, but found she couldn’t bring the myriad of emotions together to form words.

  “I love you, Beth. More than I can ever say.”

  Seth’s declaration meant more than any caress, any stroke of tenderness, could ever mean. She could live on the look in his eyes.

  Aaron pulled away from her, again leaving her on the precipice of release, then curled his body against hers. His cock pushed at the crack of her buttocks, then was replaced the sudden chill of gel as he massaged her butt hole with the lube. His fingers, as masterful as his tongue, prepared her, working the muscles into their own kind of submission. Kissing her on the back of her shoulders, he eased his cock inside her hole. He pushed inside her, taking it easy at first. His kisses along her neck turned into love bites that didn’t hurt, but caused her raging desire to grow by immeasurable bounds.

  She sucked in a hard breath, then held it as Seth pushed his shaft against her folds and moved them apart. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and wrapped her leg on top of his. A strange expression filled Seth’s features, one that combined love, desire and devotion into one that had no defining name. Roaring, he shoved inside her, driving his cock deeper with each stroke.

  Alternating their thrusts, they rocked her body between them, pushing her against Seth only to have him shove her body back at Aaron. The rhythm set up a delicious sensation of holding one cock while, at the same moment, losing another. She craned her neck around to see Aaron, to search his eyes for the same indefinable emotion that she’d seen in Seth’s, but his eyes were closed. His face was tense, yet filled with an awe that brought joy to her. She knew she was the one giving him that awe-filled satisfaction. The thought alone would’ve been enough to please her, but when he spoke, he only added to her pleasure.

  “I love you, baby. You’re ours and we’re yours. I love you. I love you.”

  Each time he said the word love, he shoved into her bottom, hitting an erotic spot she hadn’t known existed. Aaron gripped her butt, sped up, and pumped into her faster, his force and the timing of his thrusts matching Seth’s.

  Her body was wedged between them, like being caught between two sexual boulders intent on crushing her alive. She’d gladly die within their confines.

  They filled her completely, tightly like they’d been made for each other. Her panting breaths kept time with their movements as perspiration trickled between their bodies, giving voice to the slapping together of their bodies. Her body shook, weakened by her effort to move with each of them. She tightened the muscles of her pussy and dark cave, seizing them, locking them to her for as long as she could.

  “God, how I love you. I love you, Beth. With all my…” Seth’s words drifted off, lost in the groan of his climax rushing out of him. He clamped down on her breasts, hurting a little, as he crushed his mouth to hers. His next groaned filled her mouth as he thrust into her.

  She held him against her, soothing him to the end of his climax as Aaron continued to slam against her. Her own body was in turmoil, her release spinning toward the top of her sexual storm. If she didn’t turn it loose soon, she’d explode, splintering her heart apart.

  Seth kissed her once on her cheek, then fell back, his chest heaving. His body was covered in sweat and his eyes were closed.

  “I’m coming.” Aaron ensnared her with his arm, clasping a breast as he rammed into her ass again. Each thrust was accented by a soft “huh” next to her ear. The sound added to her joy, and with her mind barely capable of thought, she let the sound guide her to her orgasm.

  Shockwaves of his plundering of her ass pummeled into her as her climax took complete control. She cried out, calling each of their names, begging them to keep her with them. If they didn’t, she feared she’d overcome gravity and spin into space. Aaron’s body shook against hers, his forehead resting on her back. He tightened his hold on her, then ground out his release to race alongside hers.

  When at last the shudders slowed down, she pushed Aaron back so that all three of them lay on their backs. She stared up at the ceiling and vowed to remember that night. In a few short days, she’d been transformed into a woman who knew the true meaning of love as well as the power of sexual freedom.

  “That was incredible.”

  She smiled, then flopped her hand against Seth, her palm facing toward the ceiling. “Yeah. If I could move, I’d pop a cork and toast both of you.”

  Aaron twisted onto his side. She’d ne
ver seen so much love in anyone’s face and it took a moment to fight back the tears that threatened to not only take her sight, but her voice. When she was sure she could, she cleared her throat and quipped, “So? You two love me, huh?”

  Seth copied Aaron and went onto his side. He traced a path around one of her nipples. “Yeah, and you love us, too. That’s the way it should be.”

  “But it isn’t always that way.” Her hands found them, skimming over their bodies. “We’re lucky.”

  “Yeah, we are,” agreed Aaron.

  “But”—she waited for their full attention—“if you two really loved me, you’d get me a glass of bubbly and a chocolate-covered strawberry.”

  “Oh. So now we’re supposed to wait on you?”

  She heard the teasing in Seth’s voice. “Sure. After all, I thought we were taking a break from the Dom/sub thing.”

  Aaron turned her face toward his. “We are, but don’t push it.”

  But she couldn’t resist doing exactly that. She had no doubt her aggressiveness would pay off in two ways. First, she’d get that drink and the treat she wanted. Then, later, on another night, they could punish her.

  Yeah, that’s the thing. Pleasure and punishment. They’re a perfect pair.

  Chapter Eleven

  “What’s going on, Tyler? I thought we were meeting Ruthie here.”

  Tyler put his arm around her waist and led her past the line waiting to give the hostess their name for the next available table. The Copper Pot was always busy for dinner and it wasn’t unusual to stand in line. The copper sconces filled the interior with soothing mood lighting and the plush red leather booths were filled. All the tables had people at them, too.

  “What are you doing? Unless Ruthie’s already snagged a table, we need to get in line fast.”

  “Relax, will you? Yes, Ruthie’s already here and yes, she’s got a table.”

  “But where?” They kept walking past the rest of the diners.

  He tugged her along until they came to one of the doors in the back of the restaurant. “Are you kidding me? Did she get a private dining room? But why? We can barely afford the food here, much less a private room.”

  “Beth, will you please hush up and go inside?”

  She was sure something was up. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she slowly opened it.

  “For Pete’s sake. Are you expecting a snake to jump out at you? Go on.”

  Tyler gave her a good shove, sending her stumbling into the room—and straight into Aaron’s hard body. She lifted her head to his smiling face.

  “Hey, baby. It’s about time you showed up.” He helped get her steady on her feet.

  Ruthie, Seth, and Tyler stood on the other side of the table. A sheet cake decorated with a photoshopped picture of Beth wearing a nurse’s uniform caught her attention. Two silver buckets with a bottle of champagne in each glinted under the lights. She felt her eyes start to grow moist as she took in an enormous sign tacked to the wall behind her friends.

  CONGRATULATIONS, BETH!

  “Oh, wow. You did this all for me? But why?”

  Aaron led her to a seat, pulled it out, and helped her take her place. He grabbed a chair on the other side while Seth hurried over and slid in on her right.

  “Why? Because we’re proud of you. That took a lot of determination, hard work, and just plain nerve to produce the firemen calendar.”

  “Seth’s right.” Ruthie handed the champagne bottle to Tyler, who took his cue to uncork it. The cork came out with a loud pop and overflowed onto the rag he’d wrapped around the bottle.

  “I couldn’t have done it without you.” She beamed at them. “Shoot. I couldn’t have done it without all of you. This should be a celebration for us, not just for me.”

  “You know what?” Tyler poured the drinks for everyone, then lifted his in the air. “She’s right. Here’s to us.”

  They cheered his toast, took their sips, then lowered their glasses. “This is terrific, everyone. I really appreciate it. But at least let me chip in. This must’ve cost a small fortune.”

  She’d expected Ruthie to take her up on her offer, but her friend took a chair opposite her and drank her champagne. “Okay, what’s up? I don’t know about Seth and Aaron, but hell must’ve frozen over for Ruthie and Tyler not to let me chip in.”

  Tyler had already downed most of his drink and was pouring himself another glass. “We can’t take your money. You’ve got tuition to pay.”

  “True. If sales from the calendar come in soon enough. If they don’t, I’m not sure what I’ll do.” She waved the troublesome thought away. “Let’s not talk about my financial problems tonight. This is a night for fun and nothing else.”

  “I don’t want to bring up anything that might spoil the mood…”

  “Then don’t, Seth.” Aaron leaned past her to glare at him. “It can wait.”

  “Anyway, I thought you’d want to know that Lonnie’s not going to trial.”

  She almost dropped her champagne flute. Instead, she put it on the table before her shaking hand lost control of it. “Please tell me he’s not getting out.”

  “Nope.” Seth grinned, then took her glass and gave it back to her. “He finally listened to his court-appointed lawyer and took a plea bargain. He’s going into a psychiatric facility instead of going to jail. The prosecuting attorney and his lawyer thought that was the best thing for him. Hopefully, he’ll get the help he needs.”

  She hadn’t expected that. Lonnie had fiercely refused to confess his guilt. Until now, it seemed. “Then I don’t have to go to court?”

  “Nope again. It’s over, sweetheart. You can put all that shit behind you.”

  “If nothing else, that’s a good reason to celebrate.”

  “And you have this.” Aaron placed an envelope in front of her. “Go ahead. Open it.”

  She shot him a look. “What is it?”

  “Little sub, just open it.”

  She rolled her eyes at Seth. “Yes, Master Seth.”

  Ruthie pointed her finger at her. “Okay, you three can keep that kind of talk to yourself. I’m not judging, but it makes Tyler and I feel lonely.”

  Tyler took a sip, looking far too smug. “Speak for yourself. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I found my own master to play with.”

  Beth’s mouth fell open. “You did? Where? When? Do I know him?”

  “You’ll meet him soon enough.” Tyler appeared very pleased with himself. “But tonight is about you.”

  Aaron bumped his shoulder against hers. “Open it, baby. Now.”

  “Okay, okay.” She’d always loved delaying opening presents. The anticipation of finding out what was inside was half the fun. But it seemed that her Doms weren’t going to let her do that.

  She tore off the edge of the envelope and pulled the single slip of paper. She had to read it twice before the words sunk in. “Is this for real?”

  “Yep. Remember? The printer we found to distribute the calendar is a past client of ours. We helped her and now she’s paying it forward.”

  “But this is crazy. And it’s a lot of money. Why would she do this for someone she doesn’t even know?”

  “First of all, that’s not from a loan or a prepayment. It’s the proceeds from the calendar’s early sales. The thing’s flying off the website so it’s money you’ve already earned. And secondly, like I said, she’s fulfilling a favor by not charging you a dime for her work.”

  “What is it, Bethie? They didn’t tell me anything about it.” Ruthie stretched her neck as though she could stretch it far enough to see what was on the paper.

  Beth had to read it a third time to be sure. “This is a check with a lot of zeroes on it. There’s enough money here for not only the first semester, but for the entire first year.”

  “Whoa. So you’re set, right? No more worrying about tuition?”

  “At least not for the first year.” She couldn’t take her eyes off the check.

  “And for the remaining y
ears, if these early sales are any indication.”

  It was too good to be true. But then, again, so were her men. “I can’t thank her or you enough. Believe me. I’ll be paying the favor forward the first chance I get.”

  “There’s more.”

  She gaped at Seth. “More?”

  “Yeah. We need to ask you a few questions. Not that it’ll change anything, but still…”

  “Okay. Ask away. I’ll never hold anything back from you ever again.”

  Aaron lifted his glass and took a sip. “That’s good to know. But what we want to ask is this. Do you love us, Beth?”

  She blinked. “Don’t you know that by now? If not, I must be doing something wrong. I love you with every part of me.”

  Ruthie sighed. “Some people have all the luck.”

  “Hush,” admonished Tyler. “They’re having a moment.”

  “And what do you want in the future? I mean after you get finished with nursing school. Do you want a family? Do you want kids?”

  What was Aaron getting at? “Yes. I want the whole thing. I want a career I love and I want to come home to a bunch of kids.”

  And I want you. The two men who mean the most to me.

  Yet, she held back, letting him lead the conversation.

  “That sounds like a great life. Right, Seth?”

  “Yeah. It does.”

  She was stunned when both men shoved back their chairs. Where were they going?

  Seth moved over so that he was beside Aaron as they both went down on one knee. She glanced at Ruthie who had her mouth wide open, gaping at them.

  “Um, guys, what are you doing?”

  “We flipped a coin to see who would give you this and I won.” Aaron pulled out a small black box from his back pocket. He opened the lid, then took her hand.

  Her heart pounded as she shifted in her chair to face them. Seth took her other hand. Were her palms sweaty? She was shaking, her nerves and excitement colliding together. Somewhere in the background of the thunder that filled her ears, she heard Ruthie urging Tyler to take a photo.