Seven

by Amy Marie

  “What do you think?” Casen asks, effortlessly pulling himself up alongside of me.

  “It’s huge!” I tell him, running my fingers over the steering wheel, feeling overwhelmed by all the bells and whistles of it.

  He leans over me, his intoxicating scent, hitting my senses, and he kisses me gently on the lips. “Want to pull the horn?”

  I try to hide my smile from his sweet gesture and shake my head, realizing that I’m losing focus on the cause. Seductively, I pull my lip between my teeth before I say, “I want to do a lot of things.”

  His eyebrows raise and a deep green swirls beneath the irises of his eyes. His Adam’s apple dips slowly as he swallows. “Like what?”

  I turn my body toward him, allowing my legs to part so he can fit between them. He slides in, pushing his hips between mine and glides his hands up my jean clad thighs.

  My body is in limbo. I don’t know if I should be repulsed by his touch or propelled towards the good fucking orgasm I haven’t had since college when I banged two frat brothers.

  “You’re unbelievably sexy, Embyr,” he breathes into me. “I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

  I don’t answer with words. I just pull him by the shirt into me and crash my lips to his like I’m claiming them as my own. His hands find the hem of my top and pushes it up, finding the soft skin of my stomach. His fingers drag along my sides, dangerously close to my breasts and then back down. I can’t contain the flood of want forming between my legs. “Casen,” I moan involuntarily.

  “Jesus, Embyr,” he says against my lips. “I want to lay you down on this seat and have my way with you.”

  His words cause a stir inside me. It’s like I almost want him to make good on his threat. His grip digs deeper into my sides but he startles as someone calls his name. Casen’s forehead falls to my shoulder. “Yeah, man?”

  The interrupter’s voice gets closer, and I quickly adjust my shirt back in place. “I thought you were gone for the day?” he asks Casen.

  “I was but I wanted to show Embyr the station,” he answers, dragging himself away from me and stepping down before extending his hand to me. I take it and carefully lower myself to solid ground and come face to face with Reece—fucking—Craig.

  Ah, Reece. The one who started the bet. If it wasn’t for this asshole, I might have lead a normal life.

  His eyes scan over my body, causing a shuttering that makes me want to vomit. I feel exposed as he continues to take inventory before bringing his right hand out.

  “Reece Craig. I work with Casen.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What was your name, again?” His head tilts to the side and his face scrunches up in a stare I remember from ten years ago. It’s the look he gave just before he delivered the final blow on an argument. We had many of those since he was in most of my high school classes. Speech class was always the worst. If there was ever a chance my facts were wrong, or he disagreed with my persuasive speech, that look would show up, and I would cower back. It’s the look he gave me right after I told him my father was going to have his ass for what he started.

  “You ain’t going to tell him shit,” he had said, and he was right. I didn’t want to disappoint my dad.

  I take his hand in mine and tighten my grip to show strength. “Embyr. Embyr Quinn. Nice to meet you.”

  When a sufficient amount of time has passed, I attempt to drop my hand, but he isn’t so fast to let go. Tugging, I free my hand and take a step back, the hairs on the back of my neck, standing up. His dark green eyes pierce me where I stand. If he was as tall as Casen, Reece would be a very scary man. But, while his five foot eleven stature doesn’t scare many men, his messy brown hair and dual dimple smile has most ladies dropping their panties within minutes. I’ve seen it happen. Casen, Reece, and Ian frequent Jedi’s Bar and I’ve watched the women bow before him. It’s sickening really.

  “What are the two of you up to?” he asks Casen, but keeps his eyes are dead set on me.

  I’m pulled from the depths of his stare when Casen grabs me around the waist. “I was about to show her where we sleep on our shifts.”

  A smirk crosses Reece’s face that irritates me. He’s the type of man that can instantly infuriate me with just his mere presence. It has always been that way. Reece Craig was never—and I mean never—nice to me. He turns to walk away, waving. “Don’t forget to wash the sheets.”

  I mutter “asshole” under my breath not realizing I said it loud enough for Casen to hear. He chuckles and pulls me in tightly.

  “Come on,” he commands, sliding his hands down my arms and intertwining his fingers with mine. He takes me through a door and down a long hallway. The station is eerily silent except for our footsteps. Through the maze, he leads me to another door and into a large room that has at least ten, what I can only describe as cubicles, enclosed by high partitions. He let’s go of my hand and walks towards one in the back. Stopping just inside the entryway, he extends his hand, allowing me to go in first.

  It’s really small. It contains a twin size bed on the left wall with a dark blue blanket and a couple of pillows. On the right is a small desk with an iPad and a charger. That’s it.

  I walk in, dragging my fingers along the top of his desk. “No pictures?” I ask, turning to face him.

  He shrugs. “No. I guess not.”

  Taking another spin, I finally settle on resting my ass on his desk and look over at him. He’s leaning into the entryway, his forearms and biceps tight as he crosses his arms. His eyes are on my boots.

  I cross one ankle over the other. “You like them?” I ask, bringing his attention back up to my eyes.

  His arms drop and he slowly makes his way towards me. My insides tingle. I’m still a bit turned on from our time in the fire truck “They are on you, and I like you.”

  A harsh breath escapes me when he places one hand on each side of me on the desk. He’s in my personal space and I’m not sure I’m supposed to like it. “You don’t even know me,” I whisper.

  His head tilts to the side and falls slowly down until his words are a breeze on my neck. “What I know about you, I like.”

  Goosebumps prickle my skin. “What do you know?”

  I feel a small nip at the curve of my neck and his hand comes up to gently glide where he bit. “I know how soft your skin feels under my touch.” A whimper escapes my lips and he brings his fingertips up and touches them. “I also know that your mouth tastes like heaven, and I can’t stop thinking about how sexy it is.”

  I can’t help the longing I feel when he caresses me. I try to remain focused on the mission at hand but he is making it so hard. So fucking hard. And wet. Goddamn it; I’m wet.

  “Where is everyone?” I ask with seduction on my mind.

  “Lunchroom.”

  Deciding to gain the upper hand, I push on his chest and walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Grabbing the waistband of his workout pants I push them down, along with his boxer briefs, and his intake of breath shows me I’ve taken him by surprise.

  I playfully shove him down onto the bed and keep myself from grasping his impressive appendage. In another place and time . . . if he were another man, I would jump on him and take him for a ride. But, right now, I need to show who has the advantage here.

  Lowering to my knees, I immediately wrap my mouth around him, bringing my hands to the base to make up for the length I know that my mouth, for sure, cannot reach. He groans, a deep, guttural groan, and takes my hair between his fingers tightly. I work my way up and down his shaft, alternating my speed and sliding my teeth along the top to show him who is in charge. His hips start to move on their own accord, and I have to keep him from hitting the back of my throat too roughly. My hands work at a feverish pace, and I let one of them drop to grip his tightening balls.

  “Oh God, Embyr,” he moans, gripping my hair tighter and speeding up the pace of his hips. I roll his balls around between my finger tips and take him deeper, harder, faster i
nto my mouth. He lets go of my hair and falls back to his elbows. I open my eyes and find him watching me. His face is flushed. One of his hands reaches back up on top of my head and lies gently there. Stopping all motion, he allows me to continue my assault on him. When I feel his dick grow larger in my mouth, he tries to push me off, but I won’t let him. His breathing grows ragged and his eyes roll to the back of his head before I feel the hot spurt jet into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I slow my pace, allowing him to finish his orgasm and then pull away from him. I swallow the rest of him before standing up and adjusting myself. My eyes are cast downward, so I don’t see him move until he is turning me around and up against the desk. His front is to my back and his hand is working its way down the front of my jeans.

  “Your turn,” he rumbles in my ear.

  I’m embarrassed with how wet I am. He could slip that huge fucking cock inside me with ease, but I’m not looking to fake an orgasm with him right now. I turn in his arms, trying not to relish in the feel of his muscles wrapped around me. Making a big gesture of wiping my mouth free of his come, I lick my lips and snatch it between my teeth. “No, that was for you,” I say, looking around the small space. “Now every time you sit on that bed, you will remember me having my mouth wrapped around you.”

  His head tilts to the side. “Are you sure? I’ve never had a female turn down me returning such a generous favor. I promise I’m fucking fantastic at it.”

  My fingertips gently slide up his chest, coming to rest just below his jawline. “I have no doubt of that, but I’m sure.”

  He leans in closer, his nose brushing along mine. “I don’t know what it is, Embyr, but I can’t help but want to be near you all the damn time.” His mouth captures my mouth. His tongue is gentle, timid, as it entwines with mine. I shudder as his hands come up to capture my face in his palms. I’m stiff as a board because I don’t want to have this reaction to him.

  Years of wanting to get back at him for sitting on the sidelines as his friends treated me like garbage are colliding with years of not being satisfied by any man. Sure, there have been plenty. Some have even gotten me off but none have filled the void that is my need for intimacy.

  I’m a strong woman. I’ve been hurt and I’ve protected myself ever since I gave myself away. But, you can be hard as ice and still want a man to melt you down into a puddle. I want to be in charge, but there is something to be said for a man who makes you want to submit to him.

  I know Casen could ruin me again if I let him.

  We never dated.

  We never kissed.

  He never even knew I had feelings for him, but he didn’t have to reciprocate for it to completely shatter my heart. I was young and in love. Maybe if I would have told him, it would have changed things, but I doubt it.

  I pull away at the sounds off footsteps along to the carpeted floor. “Casen?” They call out.

  His head turns towards the door just as Reece appears. “Yeah, man?” Casen responds, not giving me an inch of space. I can feel him hardening under me again.

  “Jedi’s tonight?” Reece asks.

  Casen looks down at me. “Only if Embyr comes.”

  I nod. “Sure.” God, he has no idea how much I want to “come.”

  I started to regret the decision to join them tonight almost immediately after I agreed. I am here, but I’m not interested in making nice with Casen and his friends. All I want is to get in, break his heart, and get the hell out all while sabotaging the other’s lives. Even though it’s getting harder each day to do that. But then, I look across the high-top table we are all crowded around and see my reason.

  Reece and Ian.

  Just like Wesley, the two of them seem to be pristine. I can’t find anything on them that would help me in my cause. So, if hanging out with a bunch of hot firefighters, after hours, will help me learn all their dirty secrets, then I’m all in.

  “So, Embyr?” Ian asks. “What do you do?”

  Ian Smith. The fucking bane of my existence.

  This man—this piece of shit of a man—won the bet. He walked alongside of the PITCREW with his chest puffed out like a goddamn peacock that had the winning lottery ticket. He won and I know, for a fact, Reece resented him for it.

  Reece tried. Oh, he tried over and over to get me to go out with him. But I had him pinpointed. Reece is sceevy. He has slime ball written all over him, and I knew his intentions behind asking me out weren’t above suspicion.

  Ian was the shy, innocent one. Reece was the outgoing, ladies man. Where Ian didn’t have any girlfriends, Reece was fucking almost every girl in our class. By senior year, I’m pretty sure Reece had successfully bagged every girl in our yearbook, and when he turned eighteen, he went after college girls from the community college, thanks to his older brother. But, Ian? Ian seemed harmless. I trusted him. And, even though I used him to get Casen’s attention, it still didn’t compare to what he was using me for. I feel sick every time I think of that night and how my life could have been so different had I just said no to the date.

  “I’m in between jobs right now,” I answer him, taking a sip of my margarita, inwardly patting myself on the back for fucking Patrick over. Then, my thoughts drift over to Thad and Evan. I wonder how much their wives will get in the divorces. I’m sure they will all make out like bandits.

  The table is loud with conversations. I just don’t understand why they would want to spend time together after being in the same building for two days, except Ian. I haven’t figured out what he does, yet.

  “You won’t believe who she used to work for, though,” Casen adds, pulling his stool closer to mine. “Fucking Strickland.”

  “No way!” Ian loudly calls out, making me tense. “Didn’t he just get arrested?”

  I lift my eyes up, finding Reece’s zeroed in on mine. It makes me cower.

  “Yeah, man. He was stealing from his clients,” Casen replies. “I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

  “Me, either,” Ian says. “Small world. So, how did you two meet?” he changes the subject, motioning between the two of us. I can’t speak. Reece’s stare is still holding me hostage. My body tingles with nervous energy. If I allow it; Casen will just keep speaking for me.

  “We actually met here,” he says, tugging me alongside him.

  Reece tears his stare away from me and looks directly at Casen. “Here?”

  He nods his answer.

  “Are you sure?” Reece continues. “You never met her before?”

  Casen shrugs. “No. I saw her sitting at the bar about six weeks ago and ever since, I couldn’t keep myself from watching her.”

  “You sound like a pussy,” Ian adds, making the rest of the firefighters, listening in, laugh.

  “I’m definitely not a pussy!” he retorts and then leans in to speak to me alone. “I’m good at eating pussy, but definitely not a pussy.”

  I feel myself blush with his words and allow, for a brief moment, to imagine his head between my legs and, just as quickly, banish it from my thoughts.

  “Holy fuck.” Reece whispers. “Who is that?”

  All eyes at the table, including mine, turn to see who has Reece gawking. I groan when I spot Trinity. I called her and asked if she wanted to join us. She said she could already use a break from the crazy house her sister runs. She looks smoking hot. I was able to go home and change but Trinity makes my off the shoulder shirt and form fitting jeans look homely compared to the tight black number she has going on. Her raven colored hair is slightly curled and one side is pinned back. Her blue eyes look bold and bright with the smoky look that adorns her eyelids. She is flawless without make up but the added touches make her look irresistible, and it seems Reece’s eyes catch her.

  Her hips sway back and forth as she approaches our table and she brings me into a big hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  I squeeze her tight. “I’ve missed you too, but I just saw you the other day.”

  “That’s hot ladies. Keep touching one
another,” one of the younger firefighters says.

  Casen smacks him behind the back of the head and wraps his arms around me waist, pulling me in tight. “You must be Trinity,” he says, taking her hand in his. “It’s nice to ‘officially’ meet you.”

  “The one and only.” She smiles. “And you must be Jared.” The table gets quiet and I feel Casen tense up next to me. Trinity and I start to laugh. She thinks she is funny. “I’m just playing with you, Casen,” she tells him, taking a seat next to me. “Em must not have told you; I like to joke around.”

  “She didn’t,” Reece chimes in. “Or how sexy you are. Hi, I’m Reece.” His smile widens, and she immediately swoons. I try hard not to throw up. I wanted Trin here for support, and now I’m pretty sure she is going to end up fucking Reece.

  She leans over the table and places her hand in his. “Trinity.”

  After a few minutes of nonsense chit chat, I feel Casen’s hands start to wander. His fingers have made their way to my hips and slide further north just underneath my shirt. They gently graze over my bare skin. It’s like he knows all of my turn ons. The ministrations are so distracting, I hardly hear a thing that anyone is talking about anymore. It feels so good, so relaxing that I almost forget where I am.

  His breath caresses my ear. “Do you like that?”

  I nod and his touch gets gentler. Like his fingers are ghosting over me and I feel a shiver run up my spine. The music starts to play, and Casen stands up, requesting we dance together. I don’t hesitate because dancing is one of my favorite things to do.

  The lights dim as he pulls me onto the large dance floor and immediately has my arms wrapped around his neck. Our foreheads touch and our noses are an inch apart. I close my eyes, letting the beat filter through my body. He returns his hands to my hips but this time both of them grip me. My hips sway without thinking and I’m immediately impressed with how well he can move. He pulls me in tighter and places a light kiss on my lips before turning me around. My head falls back against his chest and I open my eyes, finding Trinity and Reece just a few feet away from us.