“The entire Cherish fire service has received more than its fair share of bad press in recent months, Captain, and C-shift has taken the brunt of most of it. What we need now are positive stories to make the news. We need to clean up the tainted reputation Chip Cardan and Russel Bozeman left behind. We need to gain the community’s trust and respect again. We need to remind them how important the Cherish Fire Department and, in particular, Station 4’s C-shift, and even more in particular, Engine Company 2, are to them.”.”
Trey knew she was right. The Cherish Fire Service had always played large roles in various functions, charities, and public fire safety education. All events were generally spread equally between the three firehouses serving the city limits and the three shifts that operated out of each house. As of late, he knew of at least one function at the elementary school that had passed without an invitation or request for the fire service to be in attendance.
“I’m assuming you already have some ideas on how to handle this?”
“I do.” She pushed an unruly lock of hair behind her ear as she reached for the briefcase, set it on top of a scattering of papers he’d left on his desk, and opened the case to pull out a single sheet of paper. She held it in front of her, glancing at it only briefly as if to catch the highlights as she filled him in. “We can open up the firehouse to the community, host a day for families to bring their kids and enjoy refreshments, games, and maybe witness a fire demonstration or two. On the rotations when C-shift is on duty, you can allow your Engine 2 crew—and, of course, any of the others if you like—to hang out at the high school ballfield during a game. I would also like to bring in a reporter to do a short interview with everyone. It’ll be something like the exposé the Cherish Times ran for the centennial celebration a couple of years ago, but only a segment or two focusing on C-shift rather than the entire fire department. I think it would be good for the public to hear that the dedication you and your men feel for the job and the people you serve is still, or even more so, as solid as ever.”
Trey considered that for a moment. Korlin “Jenk” Jenkins had encountered one television reporter who had made mincemeat out of an incident that had occurred on a scene a few weeks back. The reporter hadn’t interviewed Jenk directly, but had talked with a Cherish PD officer and proceeded to use his commentary to make the scene appear to be more of an issue between C-shift and the CPD than it had been in reality.
“As long as you can assure me the reporter you bring in here won’t twist our words around or create more complications than we already have, I see no problem with that.”
She blinked her surprise. “Then you’re willing to work with me on this campaign and give me the clearance I need?”
Working with her wasn’t going to a problem. Then again, it just might be that his apparently sex-starved libido was throwing a party at the idea. “I think your position in the fire commissioner’s office gives you all the clearances you need. But, yes, I will work with you, Miss Hofstede, on one condition.”
Curiosity mixed with suspicion in her eyes. “And that is?”
You go to bed with me before we get started so I can get the idea out of my head and concentrate on work.
Yeah, this woman was definitely managing to make him feel alive again, but that was not the response he needed to give her. “You run your ideas by me before putting anything into motion.”
She nodded once. “I can agree to that.”
Would she have agreed to his first response, too? He couldn’t help but wonder. Still, it was safest not to put the thought to voice. They would be working together and every sane man on the planet knew what they said about mixing business with pleasure.
“You mentioned three things you’re considering. Are there anymore?”
“A few.” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. His dick pulsed painfully at the sight, and the sanity of not mixing business with pleasure lost a great deal of its rationalization in his head. “I would like your permission to talk with your men before I bring up any others. I want to get to know them, get their input, and listen to any suggestions they might have.”
“Okay.” Trey wanted every member of his shift to be involved and to be in agreement with whatever events they decided to hold in this campaign of hers.
“I have a while before I need to be back at the office. I could talk with them now, take some time to work on the other ideas, and tell you about them over dinner tomorrow night. That is, of course, if you don’t have any other plans, Captain.”
A part of Trey knew damn well what she was suggesting was merely a business dinner, but that’s not how another very specific part of him took it. His dick went through a routine vicious and pristine enough to make an Olympic gymnast jealous at the idea of going on a date with her.
A date? Holy Christ! What the hell was he thinking? He hadn’t been on a date since he’d met Lara a year before they’d married. Five years later, they’d gotten divorced. Another five years had passed and he’d barely even looked at a woman.
He was damn sure looking at her, had been since she’d walked into the firehouse bay, and every ounce of testosterone in his body was not only enjoying what he saw, but wanting to see a whole lot more. Feeling like a man again for the first time in who knew how long, he let primal instinct win over propriety, unfolded his arms, and started toward her.
“If you’re going to ask me to dinner, you should call me Trey.”
“Renee, sweetheart, I—”—”
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him. “Are you really going to tell me no, Mick Bracken?”
That got her a soft chuckle, but his expression immediately turned serious again. “Are you sure?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.” It was the truth. Well, almost. There were several things she was sure about these days. She was sure of her love for him, of her love for Trey, and of her desire for both her men to make love to her at the same time. It would hurt, being filled by two massive cocks at once. She was certain of it, but she no longer cared.
“Damn, I love you.”
The husky declaration spun through her, heating her system and filling her heart. “Damn, I love you, too.”
He grinned, lifted his head to brush his lips to her mouth, and then gave her ass a soft pat. “Go to Trey while I get some lube out of the bathroom.”
“Come here, baby.” Trey reached her, his hands steady on her sides as she moved to straddle his waist. “In case there’s any doubt in your beautiful mind, I love you, too.”
She hadn’t thought her heart could feel any fuller, but it did. “And, I love you just as much.”
“Should we wait for Mick?”
Renee answered him by flattening her hands on his chest and lowering her body onto his. Her pussy was already drenched. It stayed that way when she was around either of the men she loved. And when she was with both of them…
“Christ,” Trey ground through his teeth as she settled her body on his, taking his cock all the way inside her cunt to the hilt.
Being filled by Trey’s cock was the greatest of pleasures. Her body immediately accepted the intrusion, her inner muscles expanding only to clench around his shaft, increasing the fantastical sensations that ricocheted through her.
“Mick can catch up with he gets back,” she managed to say, albeit breathlessly.
“He better hurry.”
Amused, she chewed her bottom lip as she met Trey’s gaze. “Oh? Why is that?”
“I should be too old for premature ejaculations,” he said gruffly, “but damn if you don’t do that to me every time I get inside you.”
Renee threw her head back and laughed. Then she stopped laughing as she felt the foot of the bed dip behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Mick had returned with a tube of lubrication fisted in one hand.
“Do you two need a few more minutes?”
Trey answered before she could. “Not if you intend on coming with us.”
Renee laughed again. “I think he means that in the literal sense.”
Mick grinned, but eyes flamed with a desire that scorched her soul. “Bend over Trey, sweetheart.”
Trepidation and anticipation mixed a crazy concoction in her system as she followed his instruction and fixed her gaze on Trey. She stiffened when Mick palmed her ass and silently willed herself to relax. She started to shake from her head to her toes, her breaths becoming ragged as eagerness slammed into fear inside her.
Trey laced his fingers in the side of her hair. “It will feel good if you let it.”
Unable to speak, she nodded as Mick’s cool, wet fingers moved between her buttocks. She couldn’t hold Trey’s gaze any longer. Her eyes closed on their own accord and her head bowed. Her mind raced as rapidly as her heart as Mick’s fingers massaged her flesh, spreading the lubricant over her ass. His finger pushed inside her anus, bringing with it a stinging pain that quickly dissolved into a mind-numbing pleasure.
“Talk to us, Renee,” Mick softly urged. “How does it feel?”
She shook her head, unable to describe the bittersweet pain morphing to astronomical bliss. It took the form of searing darts that shot from her ass straight to her pussy that was already filled by Trey’s cock. “More,” she finally managed. “Please, I want more.”
Mick twisted his finger inside her, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper. Together, his fingers stretched her anus until she pleaded with him to stop, to give her even more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing through her body.
“Oh, God, Mick, I can’t.” It was too much. The pleasure of it was blinding her, the pain a burning craze that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.
Mick’s fingers spread deep inside her, separating to stretch her as they circled and eased back only to pump inside her once more. The burn magnified, her pussy leaking juices around Trey’s cock even as it convulsed around his shaft. The intensity of it drove her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips jerked against Trey’s hold, now firm on her hips. Mick’s fingers began to methodically pump into her rear.
“He’ll stop if you want him to,” Trey told her.
“No!” The cry was wrenched from her throat as Mick pulled his fingers free only to plunge them in again. More coolness added to the inferno he’d built in her ass as he worked another glob of gel into her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her deeper, faster.
“I’ve got two fingers in your tight sexy ass, sweetheart. God, I wish you could see this.”
“Forget seeing it. I can damn near feel it,” Trey said through clenched teeth. “Her pussy is tightening around my dick. Fuck, it’s amazing.”
“Are you ready for my cock now, Renee?” Mick asked as he continued to thrust his fingers inside her ass.
“Yes, please.” She half groaned and half cried out the words. “Make love to my ass, Mick.”
“Mother of God, that sounded so sexy.” He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as his cock nudged against her anus.