Her Cocky Firefighters

by Tara Crescent

  “In my fantasies, you two were wearing your gear .”

  “In my fantasies, you slid down the pole naked,” Sean replies, his gaze dark .

  A blush climbs up her cheeks, but her eyes sparkle. “I’ll do yours if you do mine,” she offers .

  “Deal,” I reply promptly. “Get naked, Hailey .”

  * * *

  Hailey:

  I’m so turned on I think I’m going to burst into flames. Good thing I’m at a fire station .

  My fingers shake as I undo the zipper of my short flared green skirt, and whip my white t-shirt over my head. The guys inhale sharply as my naked breasts come into view. “No bra, Hailey ?”

  “I thought it’d just get in the way,” I reply innocently. Sean’s lips curl into a slow smile, and I feel it in my pussy. A coil of heat snakes through me at the look in their eyes, raw, hungry, passionate .

  “You’re right,” he agrees. “It would just get in the way.” I put my hands on my hips, ready to strip out of my underwear, but he stops me with a shake of his head. “I want to do that,” he growls .

  There are times when the fantasy doesn’t live up to the reality. This isn’t one of those times. “You could do it with your gear on,” I suggest, my voice a mere whisper .

  “I could.” He crooks two fingers toward me. Nick sits on a chair, a wicked grin on his face, content to watch us for the moment .

  I inch toward Sean, my heart hammering in my chest. It’s easy to reassure myself that things won’t get complicated between us, but after four weeks of their addictive touches, their raw sensuality, I think I’m in too deep. The two men are in my thoughts all the time. More than once in the last month, I’ve wanted to call them out of the blue and ask them to come over. What if I invite them to dinner? What if I wanted them to spend the night ?

  It’s taken all the willpower I possess to keep myself from breaking my own rules. Now, as I walk to Sean, my eyes drop to the floor. I don’t want him to see my expression; I’m afraid it’d betray too much of what I’m feeling .

  Sean wraps his arms around me. “You don’t need to slide down the pole to make my fantasies come true,” he whispers. “You’re the fucking fantasy, Hailey. Everything else is just a bonus .”

  No, no. That sounds like feelings , and feelings lead to heartbreak. Even though my insides warm at his words, a cold shiver runs down my spine. If I listen to this, if I start believing them, I’ll fall for them. And then what ?

  Matt cheated on me with Skylar. I can’t risk that kind of pain again .

  I stiffen in Sean’s arms, and he notices my discomfort. “So you want to see us in our gear, do you?” he asks, letting me go, his voice becoming playful and light .

  We’re back in safer territory. Sex. This I know how to handle. “Yes,” I purr. “Not the shirt though. Just the pants .”

  “This sounds like a very specific fantasy.” Nick’s voice is low and intent .

  A flush creeps up my cheeks. “I might have imagined a few scenarios,” I admit sheepishly .

  “Scenarios that you masturbated to?” Sean holds my gaze in his as he strips out of his shirt and jeans, and then steps into his boots, pulls his firefighter pants up, and hooks his red suspenders over his shoulders. “ Tell us .”

  I have a new fantasy to add to my spank-bank. This one .

  I bite my lower lip. “I might have imagined you rescuing me from a fire …”

  “Keep going, baby.” Nick gets to his feet and comes up behind me, his fingers trailing over my swollen nipples .

  “Then you find out I fell asleep without putting out all the candles, and the two of you decide I need to be punished .”

  Nick’s cock is grinding into my ass. Sean unzips his pants and fists his thick, hard shaft, not taking his eyes off me. “You’re right,” he says. “It’s extremely irresponsible of you to leave a candle unattended, Hailey. You know what happens to bad girls that ignore fire safety?” His voice is coated with laughter .

  I’ve never felt this intimacy with any other guy. I trust Nick and Sean completely, and because of that, I can fully enter into the spirit of the roleplay, without worrying about anything else. “What are you going to do to me ?”

  Sean winks at me. “Get on your knees and crawl toward me,” he orders. “I think you need to apologize for your bad behavior, Hailey. You can start by sucking on my cock .”

  Totally on board .

  I crawl over to Sean, adding a provocative sway to my ass. Nick’s chuckle behind me lets me know he appreciates the show .

  I want them so much that I ache. My entire body is heavy with need. When I reach Sean, I lift my gaze to his body and greedily drink in his washboard abs. Sitting up on my knees, I graze my hand against his erection .

  He hardens at my touch. “I’m very sorry about the candles, Chief Keefer,” I say meekly. “Let me show you how sorry I am .”

  He throws his head back and groans as I close my fist around the base of his shaft and pump it. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth, and his face clenches with desire. His hands tighten in my hair, and pleasure floods my body. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses. “That’s right, baby. Show me how sorry you are .”

  While I take Sean’s cock as deep as I can, I feel Nick move behind me. A shiver runs through my body when his fingers trace the outline of my panties, and then I feel his mouth on my hip. Holy fuck. He’s taking off my underwear with his teeth. That’s so hot that I almost come right there .

  I moan, my lips squeezed around Sean’s cock. Sharp, keen sensations flood my body as Nick’s teeth graze my skin. “You’re soaked, Hailey,” he says, pulling the scrap of lace free. “I think you like being a bad girl, don’t you ?”

  “Please…” I whimper. I need Nick to touch my aching, quivering pussy .

  “Is this what you want?” Nick’s hands cup my breasts, and he squeezes them. “So beautiful,” he says, his breath hot against my ears. “So uninhibited. I can’t stop thinking about you, Hailey. I just have to close my eyes, and I can see the expression on your face as you come undone.” He tweaks my peaked nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and a delicious twinge of pain floods my body. My pussy throbs with need and I want to beg one of them to please just fuck me .

  I draw my head back and twirl my tongue around Sean’s engorged head. He looks at me, his eyes glazed with lust, his breathing harsh and uneven. “Fuck, Hailey,” he grinds out. “Oh fuck. Yes. Just like that, baby.” He strokes my cheek, my shoulders, any part of me that he can touch, and warmth fills me at each point of contact .

  I’m hazy with lust. Nick finally relents. “Spread your knees wide,” he orders. “You’re going to ride me, Hailey. You’re going to rub that sweet pussy over my face, and I’m going to eat you out while you suck Sean’s cock .”

  Oh dear God. Nick positions himself underneath me. His hands grip my hips, dragging my pussy over his face. Sean’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Don’t stop,” he growls .

  It’s overwhelming, and I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling. I bob my head up and down Sean’s cock, and Nick’s clever, magical tongue goes to work between my legs, tracing the folds of my pussy, nibbling, flicking, teasing my clit until my mind is ragged with heat and desire. I can’t escape from his steady pressure. My insides wind tighter and tighter .

  “Hailey.” Sean’s voice is raspy. “I’m not going to last .”

  Yes. I suck deeper, my hand pumping him faster, and then he groans harshly, and he comes down my throat. I’m already at the edge, and his climax pushes me over. I buckle, twist and flail. Sean doesn’t let go of my hair, and Nick holds my hips firm and doesn’t stop licking me until every last shuddering aftershock has left my body. We collapse into a heap of bodies on the carpeted floor .

  “L et me take care of you,” I say to Nick as soon as my brain starts working again .

  He laughs indulgently and wipes his chin, which is shiny from my juices. I know I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. “You still have to finis
h telling us your fantasies,” he reminds me .

  “And I still have to slide down the pole, naked .”

  “Indeed.” Sean sits up, his cock already half-erect again. “I definitely want to see that .”

  Nick laces his fingers in mine. “There’s no hurry,” he says lazily. “We have all night .”

  “All night?” My heart races in my chest. Nick will take me back home if I insist, but would it be so terrible if I spent one night with them? Just this once ?

  “We’re on a twenty-four-hour shift,” Sean replies. “We have the station to ourselves until tomorrow morning.” He eyes me searchingly. “There’s enough time to explore a lot of fantasies .”

  Oh, hell. I’m a weak, weak woman. “An invitation to spend a night at the fire station with two hot firefighters,” I murmur, settling between them again. “How can I resist ?”

  12

  Sean:

  H ailey falls asleep in my arms, but I lie awake for a very long time, my thoughts all over the place .

  I’m not good at casual relationships. I don’t do one-night stands. I’ve never been in love, and I’ve never found the one woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with .

  Until now .

  I want so much more from Hailey Martell than she’s willing to give. Tonight, when I told her she was my fantasy come to life, I could sense her panic. If she finds out how much I care about her, I will lose her .

  Not for the first time, I curse her ex-fiancé. He had everything, and he threw it away .

  How long can you be content with this arrangement ?

  I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that question too much because my heart sinks when I confront the truth. If Hailey keeps pushing us away, I’m going to get my heart broken .

  You’ll cross that bridge when you get to it .

  My thoughts drift to Eric Hardy. The confrontation with the man had put me in a surly mood all day, not because of his pointless feud with Constance Baker, but because of what it would mean to Goat if Hardy won the election .

  I can’t lie; I’m worried. What kind of mayor is Hardy going to be if he’s indebted to McDuff’s? A giant dollar store in the middle of town would ruin Goat’s carefully managed image of quirkiness, and that image keeps the tourists coming, and keeps our local stores in business .

  Everyone except Eric Hardy can see that, but I’m not surprised at the other man’s lack of foresight. Hardy’s a terrible businessman. He used to run a pizza franchise, but it got shut down by the health department. Before that, he ran an Italian restaurant, but that went out of business too. He’d be a disaster as mayor .

  Then there’s his half-baked plan of shutting down the fire station. Admittedly, we can’t handle anything huge—we have aging equipment and one firetruck—but if there’s a blaze in town, we can contain it until the trucks from Bend get to us .

  The election is just four weeks away. I’ll be happy when it’s over. Then, I can go back to focusing on the important things. Like convincing Hailey that Nick and I are nothing like her loser ex-fiancé .

  T he call comes in at two in the morning. It’s Elijah Shepard, who lives on a farm twenty minutes outside of town with his daughter Tammy. “Sean,” he gasps. “The stable’s on fire .”

  Shit .

  Nick’s already putting his boots and pants on. I shake Hailey awake, aware that every moment we linger, Tammy’s livelihood is at risk. “Sweetie, we have to respond to a call. The guys are on their way to the firehouse. Can you drive Nick’s truck home ?”

  She sits right up. “Of course.” Her eyes are wide and worried. “Call me as soon as you’re done ?”

  “I will.” We get dressed and slide down the pole. When a call comes in, every firefighter who can respond will do so, so I’m not surprised to see Jay Cantu and Tony Chan by the truck already, pulling their suspenders over their shoulders. Without exchanging greetings, we jump in and speed toward Shepard’s farm, sirens blaring .

  The horse farm has been struggling to be profitable for the past two years, but Tammy finally turned a corner. She has twenty horses of her own, and she also boards horses for other people. She’s a lovely young woman, kind and cheerful. I cross my fingers as we race to the fire, hoping it isn’t as bad as Elijah made it sound .

  But it is .

  Thick black smoke billows into the sky as we approach the stables, shrouding the stars. As we near, I see the bright orange flames licking at the barn roof .

  “Windy night.” Nick frowns. “The crew from Bend is going to take too long to get here. We’ve got to keep the fire from spreading to the house .”

  “Not to mention rescuing the horses .”

  “Fuck, yes.” Nick’s expression is grim. “Tammy must be freaking out .”

  We pull up at the farm and jump out. In minutes, we have high-pressure streams of water aimed at the blazing roof. “I’m going in,” Nick yells over the crackling of the fire .

  It’s chaos. The horses are whinnying in fright. Elijah is holding a screaming Tammy back. She shows every sign of wanting to run into the barn. “My horses,” she shrieks, tears rolling down her cheeks .

  Nick can’t go alone .

  Jay and Tony are on the other side of the barn, preventing the fire from reaching the farmhouse. I gesture to Elijah. The man used to be part of the crew in younger days until he lost a leg in Afghanistan. His prosthetic might prevent him from volunteering, but he can manage the hose. “Keep the water going,” I tell him. “How many horses are in the barn ?”

  Tammy answers at once. “Twelve,” she says. “Prince is in there. Sean, please …”

  Prince is Tammy’s horse. She’s had him since she was a little girl. “I’ll get him out, Tammy,” I promise, raising my voice over the crackling of the fire. “I’ll get them all out .”

  Slapping a mask on my face, I dive in after Nick. The barn is engulfed in thick smoke. The horses are panicking, poor things. The blaze is blocking the exit, and the animals won’t step through the flames. “Get Tammy to drive her truck into the back,” Nick yells over the noise, gesturing to the side of the barn that the flames haven’t reached yet. “We need a way out .”

  Tammy is on my heels. She doesn’t have a protective mask on, and she’s coughing and choking, her eyes watering in the smoke. She hears Nick’s suggestion though, and darts out at once. In minutes, the truck comes busting through the wall. The moment she backs out, we push the horses in the direction of the newly created exit, and they bolt for safety .

  All except one. One horse—a foal, really, barely a year old—doesn’t make it. I’ve broken my promise to Tammy. The image of that small, charred body will haunt me for a very long time .

  T he fire trucks from Bend arrive and completely extinguish the blaze. We know the guys who respond to the call, and once everything’s clear, Darren Woodward comes up to us. “Bad business, this,” he says. “Hopefully, the smoke hasn’t hurt the animals much .”

  “We lost one,” Nick says heavily. “If we’d got here faster …”

  Darren shakes his head. “Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have done any better.” His eyes crinkle with sympathy as he looks at the ruined stable. “Poor people. This isn’t going to do their business any good .”

  “It spread too quickly.” I pitch my voice low, so neither Tammy nor her father can overhear me. They don’t need to listen to my suspicions right now. Tammy’s crying quietly in a corner, and Elijah has his arm around his daughter .

  Darren lifts his head up and stares at me. “Are you saying what I think you are ?”

  “Yes.” I don’t like it, but I’ve been a firefighter for more than ten years. Something about this fire doesn’t feel natural .

  Darren exhales, his expression grim. “The insurance company will send an investigator down, and he or she will be able to figure it out. Do they have any enemies, do you know ?”

  “Tammy?” Nick shakes his head. “Everyone adores her, she’s a sweetheart. And Elijah as wel
l. These are good people .”

  And yet, if my instincts are right, someone set this barn on fire deliberately .

  We have an arsonist in town .

  13

  Hailey:

  I can’t go back to sleep after the call. I get into Nick’s truck and drive it home, but though I lie down in the dark, my brain won’t be quiet. It throws up image after image of every fire I’ve seen, every burning building. What if Sean and Nick get hurt? Or worse, if they don’t make it back ?

  Firefighting is a dangerous job. Lying in the dark, my fantasies about hot firemen seem trivial and wrong .

  At four, I give up on sleep entirely. Getting out of bed, I go into the kitchen, avoiding the loose vinyl tile near the coffee maker out of habit. Once the coffee gets brewing, I open my refrigerator and stare at the contents. Cooking always calms my nerves .

  Laced in with the fear in my throat is regret. If something were to happen to Sean and Nick… I’ve kept the two men at a distance, afraid that it’ll just be like Matt and Skylar all over again, terrified that dating them will lead to heartbreak .

  But it’s snuck up on me anyway. Already, I care far too much about Nick and Sean. I wait with too much eagerness for Monday nights. I look at my phone all the time, to see if one of them has texted me. I can deny it until I’m blue in the face, but feelings have happened .

  I chop and sauté vegetables on autopilot. I crack eggs mechanically into a bowl, stopping only when the carton is empty. I gaze at the nine yolks swimming in my yellow ceramic mixing bowl and shake my head at my distraction. I guess I’ll be eating omelets for the next three days .

  The thought of food sets my insides churning, so I put my half-prepared meal back into the refrigerator. Filling my mug with coffee, I wander into the living room. Propping open my laptop, I try to work on my Great Banana Bread Bake-off article, but though I stare at the blank screen intently, words don’t appear .