Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (9 page)

“I didn’t hear her complaining, Darius. Stop analyzing everything to death.” He flicked the television on and began surfing through the channels. How could he be so nonchalant about this? Tammy wasn’t the type of woman to screw around. There had been an obvious connection between the five of them, a heat so intense that none of them could resist its energy. Now that they could think with level heads, the reality of what they’d done came crashing down on Darius. What would he even say to her when she returned to the station?

“So that’s it? One time and you’re through with her?”

Conall dragged a hand through his mop of blond hair. “I’ll take her again if she lets me.” There was a tense moment of silence. Darius was about to lash out, defend Tammy’s honor. His father raised him to respect women and never to use them just to sate his own lust. But Conall spoke first, his voice more solemn. “Darius, she’s a businesswoman, beautiful, with a good head on her shoulders. What the fuck would she want with us? If she knew about my history, she probably wouldn’t have come within a yard of me. Be happy you got a taste at all.”

What he said was probably true. Darius couldn’t offer anything more than a quick fuck to a woman. His life was Station 23, at the expense of a family and roots. There was no choice. He’d made a commitment to the city, his parents were proud of his position, and it was all he knew.

“Maybe I want more than a taste.”

Conall turned his head and looked Darius in the eyes. “Don’t fool yourself, my friend.”

* * * *

They dropped off the cat to the humane society before heading back to the station. Tammy got to sit up front with Aaron this time since it was just the two of them. It felt odd travelling the streets in the huge fire truck just for an errand.

“I hope they find her owners,” said Tammy, trying to break the quiet hush in the cab.

“I’m sure they will. It’s what they do.” Aaron signaled to turn the next right. She watched the muscles in his forearms as he rotated the steering wheel fully around. Her body responded as it had earlier, her pussy clenching, her clit pulsing. Were they going to play like nothing happened between them, or continue what they started back at the station? She was in the most precarious position. On one hand, she could lose her job, but the lure to explore her dormant sexuality was too great. Now she wondered if giving into the four men was a terrible mistake.

She wouldn’t spend her remaining time at the station barely on speaking terms. If they didn’t want her any longer, fine, but at least let her know because she still had a job to get done. “Have you shared many women with your friends?”

His head whipped around to the side, his face slightly flush. “Like we did with you? No.”

“That’s hard to believe since you all live together.” And they sure knew what they were doing.

“Things happen, darlin’. Have you visited other stations to offer up your body? I doubt that. Things just happen,” he repeated.

There was a long stretch of country road before they hit their end of the city. Aaron pulled the truck over to the gravel shoulder and put it into park. She instinctively looked around the area from behind the windshield and side windows. “Why are we stopping?” Green fields rolled all the way to the horizon in one direction, the wind gently caressing the long blades while the irregular peaks of buildings towered in the distance the other way.

He shifted in his seat, one leg propped up slightly. Aaron’s fire-retardant pants and coat creaked as he moved. His blue eyes narrowed as he assessed her. “I just want you to know that I respect you. I don’t regret what we did earlier, but I don’t want to give you the illusion I’m looking for anything serious.”

Her heart clenched and her throat suddenly felt dry. She’d never expected anything from them, but hearing it from Aaron’s own lips made her feel smaller than the button she fiddled with on her sweater. “Of course not. Why would you?” These men were far above her league, but a woman could dream. She felt foolish for giving herself over so easily. But she was thirty-six and had lived a mundane life. It was her prerogative if she wanted to add a little spice to her days. If only she could turn off that intense desire for commitment and the world-renowned happily ever after. Maybe there wasn’t a real man alive seeking the same thing.

“I’m not meant to settle down. It’s just not in me. But if I did, it would be with a woman just like you.” He smirked in that adorable way that got her heart pumping. But anything between them was futile, so no sense getting her hopes up now. He’d laid it all out in black and white.

“Comforting,” she said sarcastically. “Shouldn’t we get back to the station? I should be preparing for my article.”

“We have time.” There was a dark look in his eyes, a challenging, flirty quality. Did he expect her to fuck him again right in the cab of the truck? After what he’d just told her? As much as she should be offended and fuming, she was highly aroused. Her pussy was still slightly raw from the earlier punishment. She wiggled slightly in her seat, needing friction when Aaron made her feel so wanton. Just a look from him was enough to send her into hormonal overdrive.

“I’m not interested in a casual affair.”

He ignored her, licking his full lips. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting your sweet little pussy.”

The air in her lungs left in a rush. She was helpless to resist this man in the firefighter’s uniform with the dirty-blond hair and eyes bluer than ocean waves. He must sense something in her, too, because he leaned closer, not responding to her refusal.

“Aaron...”

“It’s just you and me now, baby girl. No prying eyes, no need for sharing.” Tammy did enjoy the sharing part, though. It had been titillating, something new and forbidden she was tempted to try again. But the hopeless romantic in her wanted to convince each of her men to love her, as impossible as it seemed.

He shrugged off his heavy jacket and pulled his suspenders down his arms. Each move he made to undress brought her blood pressure higher. She watched, not saying a word.

When he unfastened the front of his yellow pants, her eyes riveted to the thick length of cock he released. He sat there, stroking the base, watching her. She desperately wanted to impale herself on that hardened flesh because she knew it was the only thing capable of soothing the ache deep in her cunt. But he had to make the first move. It was bad enough she planned to go along with it.

“Your turn,” he said.

“My turn for what?”

“Take your pants off and lie on the seat.”

She shook her head.

“Darlin’, I promise you’ll be begging for more once I start.” She didn’t doubt him. In fact, she was curious about what he planned for her. Tammy rolled her eyes and began unzipping her pants. “All the way off. I need your legs spread wide.”

What was it about the twang in his voice that made instantly wet? She kicked off her jeans and then slipped off her panties. It felt so naughty once she could feel the truck’s cool, vinyl seat covers against her bare ass. “Someone will see.”

“Not on this road. Now lie back.” He leaned forward, hooking one of her legs over his left shoulder. She felt so exposed, so dirty. The cool air caressed her moist folds, heightening all her sensations. “Pretty and pink,” he said before kissing her swollen clit. She arched up and gasped, unaccustomed to such raw sexual energy. This was another first for her, just as anal sex had been new to her this morning. What else could these four men expose her to in the next week?

He lowered his head and lapped up her folds with a firm, flattened tongue. It felt so fucking good. Her body instantly melted into the seat. She loosened the muscles in her legs, offering herself to Aaron completely. The sounds he made were animalistic, making her feel sexy and desired. The heat from his mouth and wetness of his tongue combined with his skills sent her hurdling towards a fast peak.

“Have you ever come in a man’s mouth before, Tammy?”

No, but if he didn’t stop with the dirty talk, he’d be the first. She shook her head, not able to form a word when she was already floating in another realm.

“I can’t wait to taste you, to feel your hot little pussy pulsing against my lips.” He delved back in, fucking her with his tongue and flicking her clit so fast she thought she’d see stars. When her orgasm neared she reached out for something to anchor her. She grabbed hold of his T-shirt in one hand and his hair with the other. Then she detonated. Tammy screamed with disregard as her body jolted to life. The contractions in her womb were strong and demanding, but Aaron wouldn’t let up, continuing to eat her pussy until she begged him to stop.

He licked his lips and returned to a seated position, that monster cock jutting up from his open pants. “Sweeter than I imagined.”

Tammy crawled up to her knees in the confined space, needing to sit on that cock more than breath. She’d had a release but still felt achy deep inside. Aaron had a condom rolled over his erection before she swung her leg over his lap to straddle him. They maintained eye contact as she impaled herself on that thick cock. She could feel every warm inch filling her, leaving nothing untouched inside her. A wash of satisfaction filled her veins, a new orgasm imminent. There was something in his eyes—a secret, a burden. Maybe she’d never know, since he’d already stated this was just sex.

“I love your pussy. So hot and tight.” He held her hips with his big, calloused hands, assisting her in working his cock. Her breathing was heavy and fast, her breath coming out in throaty sighs each time she came down on his lap. The delicious friction teased her clit, her pussy afire with pleasure.

“Oh, God,” she cried. Tammy wasn’t sure she could handle another intense orgasm, not so soon after the first. Aaron wouldn’t allow her to slow her pace, lifting her up and forcing her down over his dick. His pants rubbed her inner thighs. She was so close.

“Let me feel you squeeze my cock, baby doll.”

She had the urge to lean forward and kiss him, to know the feel of his lips on hers. But he’d already claimed to not want commitment, so she wouldn’t make things harder on herself by adding a deeper layer of intimacy.

“Come!” He dropped his head back, his eyes closed. Tammy wasn’t used to unselfish lovers. She wanted to comply, to give him what he wanted so he could stop holding back. “Now, darlin’.”

His gruff demand did the job, forcing her orgasm to finally break free. Her pussy flooding with molten heat, her walls clamping down around Aaron’s throbbing cock. It was perfect. The moment of sweet release was a world of its own, as if she could stay there forever and never have to deal with reality. But as beautiful as it was, it quickly dissipated, leaving her strangely bereft. Sex alone would never be enough for her.

When they returned to the station Tammy kept to herself, staying in her bedroom to write on her laptop. She wrote about her experiences thus far, minus the inappropriate sexcapades. No matter what she’d done personally, the fact remained she was at Station 23 for a reason. The article wouldn’t write itself. Besides, she knew she couldn’t face the four men after what she’d done with them.

Darius had called her for dinner hours earlier, but she refused, saying she wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t a lie. Her thoughts were focused on her actions and impossible fantasies. Food was the last thing on her mind.

She checked the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 10:30, time to call it a night. Hopefully there wouldn’t be another late-night call again, because she felt physically and emotionally drained. She flicked off the table lamp and curled under the covers, feeling very much alone.

The door creaked open a while later, a flood of light cutting a slice into the dark room. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so she had to squint when she turned around. The door closed again, choking out the light from the hall.

“Who’s there?” There was no sound, no movement, but she felt a presence.

“I told you this is my room.” Jake’s deep baritone sent a thrill up her spine. Of all the men, he felt the most distant, even more so than Aaron. She yearned for his affection. The sound of his footfalls coming closer to the bed had a direct effect on her pulse.

“Should I leave? Go sleep in your bunk in the other room?”

“No. You stay where you are. The bed’s big enough for the both of us.” Tammy imagined a fuck from Jake would be brutal, no mercy, delicious. She craved what he could give her.

He lifted the edge of the blankets and slipped under. She shuffled over to make room for his large frame. As he settled in, she realized he wore no T-shirt. His bare skin was almost hot against hers. She only wore an undershirt with spaghetti straps and bikini panties. It’s how she always slept at home. The skin-to-skin contact felt intimate, arousing.

She felt awkward, not knowing where to put her hands. Should she touch him, run her palms to feel all those thick muscles for herself? She decided to wait until he made the first move.

“I suppose you know all about me,” he finally said.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You’re a journalist. You must have done your research on the four of us before moving in here.” Was she supposed to? She’d never done journalism before and began to worry she’d already failed. Surely Mr. Templeton would have told her if she needed to do background checks before starting.

“I was given what I needed. Is there something I should know?”

The tension in the air seemed to fade away after she spoke, Jake’s breathing more relaxed. He turned to his side. “Come here.” His voice was lighter, less intense. Jake shifted to tuck his arm under her neck, cuddling her to his body. She instinctively laid her hand on his chest. He felt so good.

She concentrated on the rise and fall of his chest, the feel of his skin against her cheek, and the hard muscle under her fingers. Although they hadn’t had sex with each other, he’d been there when his friends had double-teamed her. She supposed it was why she didn’t feel hesitant to cuddle up against him. It wasn’t professional to share a bed, but she’d crossed that taboo line soon after arriving. “Did I say something to make you stop hating me?” she whispered.