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In a minute, he pushed through the kitchen. Lucifer’s big
form loomed up from the roiling blaze and they sprang into action together. Two
forms lay near the exit, flames rippling over their clothes.

Mitch doused them with the extinguisher and scooped to heave
the female over his shoulder. Lucifer, always faster and better in extreme
conditions such as these, already had the male in his arms and was bursting
through the flimsy, fire-damaged wall.

Following on his heels, Mitch sprinted into the open air.
Water soaked him and medics surrounded him as he gently eased the woman to the
ground. Relief poured into him, making his face numb. He dragged a deep breath
into his lungs and stumbled around the corner to gather his bearings alone.

Suddenly his mask was stripped off and Ellie was there,
bracketing his face in her hands, the bright waves of her hair licking around
her pale, drawn face.

Mitch snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her against
him just as Pearce gripped him from behind.

“Fuck, that was close. Too damn close,” Pearce said against
Mitch’s neck.

Ellie sobbed gently against his chest and Mitch buried his
nose in her fragrant hair, letting emotion sweep him away. His arm throbbed but
it was nothing compared to the sweet ache of joy in his heart.

Pearce moved around him, catching his gaze. “I’ll leave the
station. Move on. Anything to show you I’m serious about what we’ve got.”

Mitch swayed. What? Pearce couldn’t leave the team. Pearce
was the heart of Firehouse 5.

Shaking his head hard, he said, “No. I’ll go. They’ll take
me on at 17. I’ve already made my choice.”

Shock and sadness warred in the depths of Pearce’s gaze.
Ellie wrapped her arm around her husband and brought him into their embrace.

“I’m dead serious, Mitch. None of this matters without you
and Ellie. It was never about the sex.”

In Pearce’s gaze, Mitch read raw love—something he’d seen
when he came out of the warehouse. Something that spoke more than a thousand
nights together ever would.

Mitch tipped his forehead into Pearce’s, their woman
sandwiched between them. “I know, man. We’ll work it out.”

In that minute, having just escaped with his life and fallen
into the arms of his future, Mitch had never known such joy.

Chapter Ten

Ellie squeaked as she saw Mitch’s truck pull into the
driveway. She let the draperies slip shut and turned to Pearce. “He’s coming!”

Eyes glowing, Pearce snapped the garter holding up her
stocking. She wore a white satin bra and garter belt with black embroidery.
She’d had it specially made and in black script, her right breast said
Pearce
and her left said
Mitch
. She wore a tiny scrap of a thong with a tiny
heart embroidered on the cloth over her pubic bone.

Pearce leaned in and nuzzled her throat. “I can’t wait to
fucking undress you, Ellie. You’re the tastiest treat I’ve ever seen.”

A shiver of want went through her. For weeks, she’d planned
this moment. Mitch was returning from his first day as a Firehouse 17 team
member and she wanted to make it perfect for him. She knew he and Pearce were
feeling the strain of not working together, but both had agreed this was for
the best. Besides, they’d all come together in the end.

And hopefully between her thighs.

Juices squeezed from her pussy and wet the thin fabric
hiding it.

Behind her, the door opened. Mitch’s heavy footstep sounded.
Pearce gripped Ellie’s arms and spun her to face their mutual lover. The big
Italian’s jaw dropped and a vein bulged in his forehead.

“Holy shit.” He dropped his duffle and in a few steps,
captured Ellie in his embrace.

She tipped her face up for his kiss. His personal musk
filled her senses and she let her eyes slip shut, reveling in his presence.
Pearce moved in close, pressing his hard length against her back. Her body
pulsed to be touched.

Mitch’s minty breath washed across her face. “If your left
breast is mine, who gets your mouth?”

She quivered. “Both of you. The men I love.”

“Mmm.” He slammed his mouth over hers, drinking from her
deeply, plunging his tongue between her lips. She went on tiptoe and snaked her
arms around both him and Pearce, who was working her throat with his kisses
until she thought she’d lose her mind.

The knot of wanting tightened in her core. Mitch ground his
erection against her lower belly and she cried out, hungry for his taste.

He pulled away and stared down at her, his expression amused
and more than a little erotic. Without another word, he spun her into Pearce’s
arms. Her husband’s hazel eyes sparked a moment before he claimed her lips. She
opened to him, feeding her and Mitch’s flavors into him.

He rocked his hips against hers, pressing her firmly between
him and Mitch. Their cocks chafed her, promising a satisfying night. No—a
mind-blowing, soul-shattering night.

Pearce’s tongue worked hers expertly, the velvety tip
tracing a pattern over hers. Pressure grew in her pussy, almost to the point of
pain. She shifted, hoping someone would take mercy and touch her neediest spot.

“Take her to bed,” Mitch said hoarsely.

Pearce plucked her off her feet and strode toward the sofa
with her. “First, she’s going to pleasure us. She’s been dying to be our little
sex slave.”

Mitch moaned. Pearce pressed her to her knees before the
sofa. With wide eyes, she watched as her men stripped off their clothing,
leaving the room thick with muscle and testosterone.

They knelt on the cushions and Pearce pulled Mitch roughly
into his arms. “You may be Chief Darren’s during your shift, but you’ll always
be mine.” He locked his mouth to Mitch’s.

Mitch grasped Pearce’s nape and drew him in, kissing him
with a strength they could display only with each other. No bruises or pain
were felt between them. Hands kneading, they fueled their need while Ellie
looked on, pussy throbbing and nipples bunched.

The wet meeting of their mouths ignited her. She slid her
hands up to cup her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples through the fabric of
her bra.

Mitch wrapped Pearce’s cock in his fist and pumped it twice
so cream appeared on the tip. “Lick it off, Ellie. Show us how much you love
his come.”

The hair on her spine prickled. She stretched up to reach
Pearce’s shaft. Mitch held it out for her, guiding it between her lips. She
moaned as her husband’s essence filled her. Looking up his body, she watched
his face convulse with pleasure even as his cock jerked on her tongue. She
swirled a path down the veined length, taking it all the way to the back of her
throat.

When her lips connected with his furred pelvis, she
withdrew. Pearce’s eyes blazed from beneath dark lashes. He guided her away
from him and eased Mitch’s cock into her mouth.

She sucked eagerly, drawing on him until she was able to
taste the first drops of his pre-come too. The flavors mixed on her tongue.
Thinking she’d die from desire, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts
forward in hopes the men took the offering.

They did, Mitch stroking her hard nipple through the bra cup
bearing his name. Pearce pinched her other nipple perfectly hard, holding the
pressure until she cried out for more.

Mitch pumped his shaft into her mouth again, his gaze a hot
caress. “Baby, you’re damn amazing.”

Pearce gave a grunt of agreement, working his plundering
fingers inside her bra cup. His rough fingertips strummed her bud. She drew
once more on Mitch’s cock, mewling when he withdrew it.

“Our turn for a taste.”

Pearce tugged her onto the sofa between them. Mitch took one
thigh and Pearce the other, spreading her open. The scent of her arousal filled
the air.

“Goddamn, she’s ready,” Mitch growled.

Her pussy clenched tight and released a fresh flood of
moisture.

“First we’d better unwrap this treasure.” Pearce reached
into her bra and pulled her breast out until it rested on the shelf of silk.
Mitch did the same. The air on her sensitive skin sent goose bumps skittering
over her. She groaned and arched again, raking her fingers through Pearce’s
closely cropped brown hair and Mitch’s black.

“I love your white skin, baby. So pale. So perfect.” Mitch
dropped his mouth to her rosy nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

She gasped and pressed his head down, forcing him harder.
Pearce’s eyes flashed as he lowered his mouth inch by painstaking inch.

“Please. I need to feel you both.”

He gave a low rumble as he laved her areola with his tongue.
She watched, mesmerized, as they tasted her.

Mitch moved his hands over her rib cage and down to her
belly. He splayed his big hand over her and Pearce found it, entwining their
hands. As one, they eased downward, setting her skin on fire. When they reached
her thong, Mitch hooked a finger in the cloth and tugged it aside, exposing her
swollen pussy.

Pearce lifted his mouth from her breast to look at her slick
sex. “I think we can get her another thong, don’t you, Mitch?”

“Mm. I got a raise when I went to Firehouse 17.” He tossed
Pearce a grin, and he returned it before grasping the other string of elastic
on her hips. In one yank, they tore it. The fabric loosened around her body and
fluttered away, lying on her inner thigh.

Pearce moved down between her thighs and Mitch followed.
Grabbing her fingers, Mitch guided them to her labia. “Hold your lips open for
us. Let us see your wetness.”

“Ohhh.” She moved at once to do his bidding, drinking in
everything about her men—their rugged good looks, muscled bodies and the
passion that shone in their eyes.

She pressed her lips back, opening her sex to them.

Pearce hissed as he sent his tongue into her drenched folds.
Mitch crowded in, extending his longer tongue to reach into her entrance. She
tossed her head back with a cry of ecstasy. Electricity hummed through her
limbs and settled in her belly as they licked her in tandem. When Pearce moved
down, Mitch moved to her clit, biting into it gently the way he’d done that
first time.

Her muscles jerked and twitched. The first waves rolled over
her, raking her out flat. Pussy clenching tightly, she came with a scream of
bliss.

Pearce thrust his tongue into her pulsating opening and
Mitch tongued her clit wildly as she rode the steep cliff of release. Her world
narrowed to only their searing tongues and the rasp of their facial hair on her
inner thighs.

Before she could come down, they’d left her. She opened her
eyes with a whimper and found their leaking cocks poised at her mouth. “Mmm.”
She flipped her tongue over one head then the other, gathering all their
juices.

“I need to see you together,” she pleaded.

Without further encouragement, they dropped to the floor,
curling into a sixty-nine position. As they swallowed each other’s cocks to the
root, she pressed on her still-pulsating clit.

The evening light filtered through the filmy draperies and
outlined their bodies. Each chiseled muscle cast shadows. She focused on the
hard planes of Mitch’s ass, which was turned toward her, and then Pearce’s dark
love trail that disappeared into the place where Mitch’s mouth worked.

She felt herself unravel as she watched the erotic scene.
Warm feelings spread through her body for each of these amazing men in her
life. She’d never believed it possible to love anyone but Pearce, or to love
him more, but she did.

Mitch thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into Pearce’s
waiting mouth. Then suddenly, he tensed and pulled away. Pearce nuzzled his
thighs, placing rough kisses on them before lifting his head and meeting
Ellie’s gaze.

Passion speared her. Pearce reached around Mitch and wrapped
his fingers around her ankle. Tugging, he drew her off the sofa and into their
tangled limbs. Mitch flipped around and they stretched her out on the thick,
soft carpet, stroking, caressing, licking, tasting, pinching and nipping until
she thought she’d lose her mind.

Humming with want, she cradled their jaws and stared at one,
then the other. “I need you both stretching me, filling me.”

Mitch made a sound akin to a growl. He slammed his mouth
over hers, almost as hard as he kissed Pearce. When she gasped, he lightened
his pressure, but she yanked him in by the nape and forced him to deliver those
powerful caresses.

Pearce scraped his jaw repeatedly over her belly, down to
her mound and back up with excruciating slowness. “Get her to bed,” he said.

“Fuck yeah.” Mitch gained his feet in one fluid movement as
if he were a big cat. He reached down for her, scooping her into his arms.

She clung to him as he strode for the bedroom, looking over
his thick shoulder at Pearce, who walked a step behind. Her husband’s eyes
glowed with love.

* * * * *

As Mitch tenderly laid Ellie on the plush mattress, Pearce
moved at once for the drawer with the condoms. His cock throbbed, bobbing
against his belly. Tonight he was going to fuck Ellie’s plump little ass and
feel Mitch’s hard length through her body.

His cock jerked and he fisted it once, smearing the juices
oozing from the tip over the swollen head.

Mitch leaned over Ellie while Pearce fitted a condom.
Staring at the bodies of his lovers, Pearce nearly fucking blew. The rippled
muscles of Mitch’s back called to him even as Ellie’s soft curves sent him
spiraling out of control.

Ellie kissed Mitch with a soul-deep passion. Her eyes were
closed, an expression of absorption on her beautiful features.

Approaching the bed, Pearce grasped Mitch’s shoulder and
closed his fingers around Ellie’s hardened nipple. She bucked and moaned. Mitch
flipped onto the bed and pulled her atop him so she straddled him.

Between her spread thighs, Pearce got a view of Mitch’s
length sinking into his wife’s hot pussy. Need flashed behind Pearce’s eyes.
Blind with lust, he slipped his fingers over her wet folds and Mitch’s shaft,
stroking them both.

“We need you, Pearce. Don’t hold back on us, man.” Mitch’s
harsh baritone gonged in Pearce’s heart.

Squeezing an ample amount of lubricant on his fingers, he
prepared Ellie to take him anally. She whimpered with every pass of his fingers
on her tight entrance. When he eased a finger inside her tight pucker, her body
pulsated around him, sending shocks up his arm to his elbow.

“Goddamn, I can barely hold back.”

“She can’t either. She’s fucking close,” Mitch rasped.

Pearce stretched her with two fingers and then nudged her
opening with his cock. She took him easily. In a few short thrusts, he was
buried to the hilt. Inside her body. With Mitch.

A primal roar burst from Pearce. He clasped Ellie’s waist
and threaded his fingers with Mitch’s as, together, they rocked violently with
pleasure.

“You’re so tight,” Pearce bit off. “So hot.”

She tensed, cried out and her body clamped down hard on
their cocks. Through the barrier of her body, Pearce felt Mitch’s first spasms
of delight. As Ellie uncoiled between them, Mitch pounded her madly, driving
her, Pearce and himself to the brink.

With a grunt, Pearce came, spurting jet after jet of come.
Mitch’s cock jerked against his as he unloaded. The pressure in Pearce’s body
eased slowly as he came down, ears buzzing, heart racing.

Mitch squeezed Pearce’s fingers and their gazes met in
mutual understanding. This was it for them. For life.

A soft puff of air crossed Mitch’s throat as Ellie’s
breathing steadied. She lay limp in his arms, spent after several orgasms.
Pearce returned from the bathroom, moving slowly, his limbs stretching with
restrained power as he climbed onto the bed.

Mitch grabbed him and hauled him down with him and Ellie,
fighting the emotion welling in his chest. His first day at Firehouse 17 had
been a hard one. Being without Pearce was going to take some getting used
to—for them both. When they’d discussed Mitch’s move to another house, Pearce’s
chief concern had been Mitch’s safety. How was he going to keep an eye on him?

But in the end, Pearce had said Mitch was one of the
best-trained men out there and he could handle himself.