Jake willed his cock to remain soft, but it was a losing battle. The sensual tension was spiking hard. The women were both breathing deeply, their glances cutting between each other, and then roaming over the men. He braced his feet apart and clenched his fists at his sides.
Camille stepped behind Danny and scraped her fingertips through his short-cropped hair, then dug in to pull his head back. “You know what I want to see.”
When she let him go, Danny lifted his gaze to Jake and tightened his jaw. “The sooner we get started…” he growled.
Jake jerked a nod and lifted his gaze toward the moon that filtered through the trees. When Danny’s hand grasped his cock, he hissed between his teeth, fighting the excitement, resisting the urge to glance down and watch as Danny’s firm lips closed around the soft crown.
But as resistant to the pleasure as his mind had been, the heat of Danny’s mouth soothed Jake’s nerves. The warm, wet cavern of his mouth wasn’t so different from either of the women’s. When the suctioning began, he didn’t bother fighting the urge to pulse forward and back. Finally, he glanced down.
Danny’s eyes were tightly closed, and his cheeks were etched in stark relief as though he was afraid. But was it because he didn’t enjoy this, or because he liked it too much? Jake had always wondered in the back of his mind whether Danny had ever done this before. The other man was more open to different experiences.
And because they’d been friends so long, and Jake worried that Danny might think Jake wouldn’t be able to accept this part of him, Jake unwrapped his fists and slowly cupped the back of Danny’s head, kneading his neck and encouraging him to take him deeper.
The silence surrounding them all was broken only by the moist sounds Danny’s mouth made as he took Jake deeper into his mouth. His tongue swirled up and down his shaft, his lips tightened, beginning a strong suctioning that had Jake rocking on his heels the pleasure was so great.
Jake glanced up to catch Camille’s expression. Her eyes gleamed with moisture. Her lips parted around excited little gasps. “Camille,” he whispered.
Her glance locked with his, and he lifted a hand to invite her closer. “Let this be about us. All of us.”
She smiled as she approached, her lips pursing as she studied the two of them, then she settled on her knees beside Danny and bent low to capture the other man’s cock with her mouth.
Lacey murmured, and her steps shuffled behind Jake. When her warm mouth closed around his balls from behind, Jake moaned and began to stroke in earnest into Danny’s mouth, sliding past his tongue and bumping the back of his throat, until Danny widened his jaws and invited him deeper.
The pleasure was too great to last long, and Jake gritted his teeth as the first wave tightened his balls. Lacey sucked harder on his sac, her tongue frantically stroking him. Jake watched Danny’s eyes slide close as he groaned around Jake’s cock.
And that was all it took. Come rushed through Jake’s dick, gushing deep into Danny’s throat. Danny swallowed it down, his mouth working to milk him until there wasn’t anything left, and Jake stood shaking.
Danny pulled away and braced his hands on his knees, his chest rising and falling in deep jagged gasps.
Camille stood and leaned into Jake, lifting on her toes to press kisses against his cheeks and lips. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she whispered.
Jake crushed her against his chest, relieved and sated, and wanting nothing more than to pull everyone into his arms and never let go.
“This can work,” Camille whispered. “I’m in it for the long haul.”
Jake met Danny’s gaze as his best friend’s lopsided smile said he was feeling more than a little embarrassed but mostly proud. Jake reached behind him and dragged Lacey forward and suddenly they were standing in a huddle, naked bodies pressed close, differing scents blending to a heady aroma that smelled like lust and love.
Camille leaned her head against one side of his chest. Lacey leaned against the other and reached out to draw Danny closer.
Jake pulled back his head and met all their gazes, one by one. “I’m not in this for the long haul. I’m in it forever.”
“Does this mean we all have to live together?” Lacey said, a slight grumble in her voice.
“Too much togetherness might get wearing,” Camille said. “And think about how insane it will get once there are kids adding to the chaos.”
Danny shrugged. “We’ll just have to find a couple of houses sitting side by side in a quiet cul-de-sac.”
“Or we could buy property with a hundred acres all around us so no one can pry,” Lacey said.
Camille raised her gaze and must have seen Jake’s grimace. “We can figure out the details later, but we’re agreed, right? We want this?”
There were nods all around and kisses that landed on every cheek before a yawn caught Jake by surprise.
“Yeah,” Danny said, pulling Lacey away. “You ladies were so generous, Jake and I need to reward you.”
“You mean, you have to reassert your manhood,” Lacey said, smiling.
“Whatever you wanna call it, so long as I’m on top,” Jake said, hooking his arm around Camille’s neck and pulling her closer. His cock was already filling again, and she didn’t miss that fact.
Her eyes widened with interest. “Jake, guess it’s your turn to give the orders.”
“I get a helluva lot of turns to make up for that.”
“You didn’t really mind, did you?”
Jake kissed her forehead. “Give us some room, sweetheart. We’re guys. We don’t accept change as easily as you do.”
Camille’s hand cupped his cock, and it surged against her soft palm. “What’s your pleasure?” she said, smiling softly.
Jake’s gaze gleamed warmly in the moonlight, and he bent and kissed her mouth. “You are, sweetheart. You’re my greatest pleasure.”
About Delilah Devlin
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An excerpt from Flashpoint…
Chapter One
Troy Barlow began pulling up the hem of his T-shirt to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes, and the constant chattering nearby silenced. The women leaning over the fence bordering the track circling the high school football field had their cell phones poised, waiting to view some skin. To tell the truth, he’d been flattered by all the attention, at first, but now he was more than a little tired of it.
Sure, he’d been warned when it was announced that the Caldera FD would be hosting the Texas Tough Firefighting Competition that year. His boss, Chief Blake Thacker, had mentioned the event was a babe magnet, but during opening ceremonies, he’d made a huge point of introducing his pretty wife the mayor. In the next instant, the honeys standing at the sidelines had turned their attention Troy’s way.
And while there were dozens of well-honed bodies around for them to ogle, he’d been introduced as a new local firefighter, “A single guy, ladies,” and therefore available for pursuit by the unmarried women of Caldera.
And there seemed to be many. Other firefighters from firehouses all over Texas were only in town for the weekend, and therefore not nearly as interesting. After a day of having his every twist and turn inspected, Troy was feeling like a piece of meat.
Not that he wouldn’t have minded one particular woman’s attention. A pretty blonde with bottle-green eyes and a slim, but curvy, figure. She sat behind the San Angelo firefighters’ table, pouring plastic cups of ice water and handing out cookies to the men and women she’d come to support.
He’d already determined that she wasn’t one of the firefighter’s women. She treated them all with equal affection. And when he’d ogled her a little too long, one of the San Angelo crew had approached him to introduce himself and tell him to look elsewhere.
Cade Westmoreland’s expression had been bullish. Troy knew to take him seriously, because he’d attended the same state-run training sessions with the man a time or two over the years. Cade was a decent firefighter and built like a tank.
Troy wasn’t interested in starting trouble, but the woman had drawn his eye from the moment he’d arrived that morning. She’d worked the registration table, giving him a form to complete before he could receive a band to wear around his upper arm with his contestant number.
He was fairly new to Caldera, but he’d known instantly she wasn’t from around here. If he’d spotted her once, he would never have forgotten her. Not that she was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen, but something about her, an air of fragility, pulled at his protective instincts—which was completely at odds with the stubborn tilt of her chin. Something she’d shown him when he’d tried to chat her up. “I’m Troy Barlow,” he’d said, tipping his straw cowboy hat.
“Of course, you are,” she’d said and handed him a form. “Bring it back when you’re finished, and I’ll give you your arm band.”
“Not telling me your name?” he’d drawled.
Her chin had jutted upward. Her green eyes narrowed. She’d cleared her throat and reached for another form, handing it to a firefighter from Dallas, one Troy knew from another workshop they’d both attended. The world of professional firefighters was small. And a guy tried not to ruffle feathers because he never knew who he might be working with or for down the road.
He’d let Kole Brandt jostle him to the side, his cheeks heating because his friend had witnessed her set down and grinned. Troy had moved to a folding chair to fill out his registration. By the time he’d finished, a line of firefighters stood in front of her. She’d held out her hand for his form and quickly passed him his armband. And that had been the end of their conversation.
Still, he hadn’t been able to keep his gaze from seeking her throughout the day. Every time he’d finished an event, he’d searched, encouraged when he found her looking his way, even if she did immediately give him her back or pretend she wasn’t staring.
He guessed he wasn’t hard to miss. Even in a crowd. Besides his large frame, he was extremely athletic. A ringer, some of the firehouses had complained good-naturedly to his chief. Which was true, he’d competed nationally in other firefighter challenges and placed. But this weekend wasn’t about trophies or blue ribbons, the competition was about raising money for the Fallen Firefighters Fund. Chief Thacker had told his crew not to embarrass him, placing would be nice, but having fun and making sure the people attending enjoyed themselves was the highest priority.
Troy had already done his part, winning the ladder competition—his score seconds faster than Cade’s score climbing a ladder up a tower of scaffolding. He’d helped his team secure second in the hose relay, where firefighters representing their houses ran with fire hoses, extending them as fast as they could to the next firefighter on the track, who then had to run with his own section of hose toward the finish line. Yeah, he’d more than done his part. And while he was pretty sure he could blow through the competition during this final event, he didn’t think his boss would mind if he broke the rules and disqualified himself—all in the name of giving the crowd something they’d love.
At last, his turn arrived to stand behind the starting line, this time beside Kole. There being only two Rescue Randy dolls meant only two firefighters could compete at one time. The goal was to lift the weighted doll and drag it to “safety” a hundred feet to the finish line. Troy eyed the doll lying on the ground in front of him and smirked.
“Don’t think I’m making this easy for you,” Kole said.
Troy fought to keep his voice even. “Oh, I know you can give me some competition. Just don’t break your stride over anything I might do.”
Kole shook his head and laughed. “Already making excuses for why I’m gonna smoke your ass?”
“Just saying,” Troy said, grinning. He shot a look at the blonde woman’s table. Her gaze widened when it locked with his. Did instinct tell her she ought to run? He hoped so.
A shot rang out, and Kole leapt forward to pick up his doll, tucking his hands under its armpits and shuffling backwards down the track.
Troy turned and darted into the crowd, heading straight for the woman’s refreshment table.
“And we have a firefighter who’s a little directionally challenged,” drawled the commentator over the loudspeaker.
Troy didn’t break stride, leaping over duffels and hoses, his gaze on his prize.
His prey’s eyes widened farther, and she pushed up from her chair, her head turning left and right as though making sure she really was his quarry. Her delayed reaction gave him time to catch her. He planted a hand on her shoulder, turned her gently, then bent and pushed his shoulder against her soft belly.
With a yelp, she folded over his shoulder and grabbed for his waistband to steady herself, because he was already straightening and turning. From the corner of his eye, he noted the firefighters from San Angelo beginning to stand, hands fisted as they moved to cut him off, but he was closer to the track, and definitely more determined. He reached up to pat her bottom. “Hold on tight. I’ll try not to bounce you too much, sweetheart.” With laughter ringing out among the onlookers, he jogged behind Kole who shook his head and continued dragging the dummy down the track.
“Seriously, bro?” Kole shouted out.
“Put me down, idiot!” came the sweet, chopped voice of his victim.
“Can’t now, hon. I’m committed. You really should have told me your name. We’d have shook hands, I’d have asked you for your number and a date—”
“I would have said no!”
He laughed, not the least disappointed. She acted as he’d expected. “And that would have been okay. Not that I would have given up.” He slowed his pace, not wanting the race to end too quickly.
Kole laughed too hilariously to threaten anyone’s time. At the moment, he was bent over the doll he’d dropped as he held his sides.
Troy was nearly running in place, doing his best to drag out his rescue. “Yeah, I’d have called, and when you blocked my number, I would have shown up at your job and sweet-talked all your friends into telling me where to find you.”
She wiggled on his shoulder, pinched his sides. “You’re just a stalker! A freaking perv.”
Only he noted that she didn’t sound very outraged. Instead, she sounded like she was choking. Was she laughing? He grinned.
“And you’re a liar. There’s no way you could find out where I live or work.”
“Sweetheart, I have friends with badges. I’d have followed you to your car, got your plate number—”
“That’s illegal. Officers wouldn’t just run a plate like that.”
“I’d have said you stole something. That I saw a pretty girl carrying it away. And hey, I did my civic duty and wrote down her license plate…”
“Oh yeah? And what did I steal?”
Pretending to stumble, he patted her ass again. “You don’t know what you took?”
This time laughter shook her frame. “You’re a jerk.”
“That’s okay. You’re a thief.” He crossed the line behind Kole and t
urned toward the crowd, holding out his arms and raising his hands, still balancing her slim body on one shoulder.
The crowd roared, but her friends moved in on him, their faces tight and red. He figured he needed her help to keep this friendly and slowly bent, lowering her to the ground.
She shook back her hair and met his gaze. “What did I take?” she asked, her face reddened, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and something kind of…poignant.
Troy hated to end the moment. She deserved a truthful answer. Instead, he reached for her shoulders and turned her toward her friends, then wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her against his side. “Don’t suppose you could tell them we planned this, huh?”
She gave a breathless laugh and cocked an eyebrow. “Think it would help? They look pretty pissed.”
“Maybe they’d believe it, if…” Knowing he gambled but couldn’t resist, he turned her again, bent with her, and then brushed her mouth with his.
The crowd roared their approval.
He glanced toward her friends who’d slowed their stomps, deep frowns lessening as her hands rose to grip his shoulders. And for a moment, he forgot this was just a way to blow off steam, to teach her a little lesson in good dating manners. Forgotten was the crowd. His boss. Her friends. His attention narrowed to the soft lips moving beneath his, the small hands kneading his shoulders.
As he deepened the kiss, he felt something click into place. A feeling of certainty. Crazy as it might have sounded if he’d said it out loud, he knew she was meant for him. That she had indeed stolen his heart. Now, he wondered how he’d help her see the truth—that he was meant for her. As stubborn as she was, he doubted she’d simply take his word. Nope, she’d make him work for the privilege of calling her his. At the thought of the kind of work it might take, he deepened his kiss.
Because the world had slowed, Diana Boyle clung to the handsome firefighter far longer than she should have. Time stood still. Sound grew muffled and distant. But neither of those two facts explained why she was still here. In his arms.
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