“I take it you’re a regular here?”
Slade pulled the glasses closer and offered her hers. “What makes you think that?”
Their fingers brushed as she took the glass from him, sending an electric current zinging up his arm. He knew he wasn’t the only one who felt it. He saw a hint of the same electricity move through her eyes.
“You know the bartender by name.”
“We work together at sta—” Though he quickly cut the word short, her slow nod and the knowing expression that took over her face told him he hadn’t been quick enough.
“—tion,” she finished for him. “What number?”
Slade sighed as he watched his hopes for the night shatter to bits. Not that he knew exactly what those hopes had been in the first place, but they’d definitely had something to do with her.
She lifted her glass to her mouth and studied him over the rim as she took a sip. “Which means you lied about being a cop.”
Yeah, he had. He was a firefighter, part of Truck Company 52’s B-shift crew. Taylor Parke was a paramedic on Ambulance 61.
“You told me to,” Slade reminded her.
That got him a quick laugh as she toasted the air between them with her glass. “I guess I did. Thanks for the drink anyway, Mr. Not-a-cop.”
Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but he figured he didn’t have much to lose. He hadn’t come into Sirens tonight looking to pick up a woman. Before she’d walked in, he hadn’t really noticed any of the females in the lounge save for one, and the only reason he’d noticed her was because he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that she looked familiar. He could’ve easily found out her name. He knew the two men she was sitting with. Russel Bozeman and Chip Cardan were firefighters at Station 4. He’d been considering approaching their table to say hello when Gidget walked in. All thoughts of anyone else in the lounge had vanished. Damn if there wasn’t something—more like several somethings—about this woman that made him want her pretty freaking bad.
“Is that why you came in here tonight? On the hunt to pick up one of CPD’s finest?”
She shook her head. “I’m not on the hunt to pick up anyone, but on the off chance that I did meet someone, I was hoping he would be a cop.”
She was direct, honest, and he got the impression she wasn’t one to hold anything back. He liked that and, because of it, figured his next question wouldn’t offend her. “You’re a badge bunny?”
It didn’t. Instead, she threw her head back and laughed. She had a great neck, the kind that made his mouth water to taste and his teeth tingle to nip.
“Not even close. I’m well aware that the only men who hang out at this bar are cops, firefighters, and the occasional doctors.” She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t date firemen, and most doctors are too boring. In this bar, that leaves cops.”
In Slade’s experience, the only women who didn’t date firemen were either firefighters themselves or they’d been burned by one. Wondering which category she fell into, he asked, “What do you have against firemen?”
“Absolutely nothing. I have five brothers, a father, and two grandfathers who are all, or were, firemen.”
“You have five brothers?” As far as shift principles went—such as the unspoken code that one didn’t date a coworker’s sister without permission—she was safe ground. None of the guys on B-shift had four brothers.
“My mother loves gadgets, but none of them have ever been the birth control variety. There are enough Darcy men to practically rule the Ridgeside FD.”
And now Slade knew precisely who to call if he wanted more information on the Darcy family. Axl Shaffer had worked a temporary stint on Station 2’s B-shift while Ethan Crawford had been out of the action a couple of years back. The man worked for the Ridgeside FD now, but his wife, Lena, and Wes Stanley, Lena’s other husband, were still at Station 2.
“What brought you to Cherish?” Ridgeside was only a little over an hour from Cherish. Still…
“Distance, a good job offer, the opportunity to no longer be surrounded by firemen... Don’t get me wrong. I love my family, but being known as the Darcy brothers’ little sister wasn’t how I wanted people to see me for the rest of my life.”
“Is that why you’re not a fireman?” Slade realized what he said and corrected himself. “Firefighter?”
“I’m not a fireman for obvious reasons.” She shot a pointed glance down her body.
Slade couldn’t stop his gaze from following, which didn’t help to cool the heat inside him anymore than the ice in his drink was.
“As for not being a firefighter…” she continued, and he forced himself to drag his gaze back to her eyes. She had truly beautiful eyes, hazel and expressive and full of a carefully controlled heat. “Yeah, I guess that could be it, too. Apparently, the desire to rush headfirst into a raging inferno ran out of the family blood by the time mine was pumped. I don’t want to be a firefighter, and I don’t want to fall in love with one.”
Slade wasn’t exactly looking to fall in love, though he wasn’t totally opposed to the idea. He’d walked into Sirens tonight with the intention of having a stiff drink or two before heading home to bed. He’d expected to complete both acts alone. Then she’d walked in, and, well, act number one now had company. As for act number two…
“Gidget, how do you want us to make love to you tonight, sweetheart?”
She shivered between them. Excitement or trepidation? He wasn’t sure. He hoped for the first. It seemed like an eternity, though he knew it was barely more than a second, before she answered.
“Together. I want both of you inside me.”
Her words were breathless and quivered as much as she was. Needing her to know it didn’t have to be that way for them to be satisfied, he told her, “If, at any point, you change your mind, all you have to do is tell us.”
She looked at him again, her eyes glassy with arousal but, beneath that, full of gratitude and her love for them. “I know.”
Slade bent his knees, slid one arm behind hers and the other around her waist, and met River’s gaze. The man stepped back as Slade scooped her into his arms. He cuddled her close as he carried her to River’s bedroom—the one with the largest bed—with River following close behind. The man reached inside when they made it to the doorway, flicked on the overhead light, and Slade proceeded inside.
At the bedside, Slade slowly lowered Gidget to her feet between him and River and started to undress her, leaving her upper body to River, knowing it would be easier for the man to strip with only one good arm. In heartbeats, they had her naked and writhing between them as they explored her flesh with their hands and mouths.
“Oh God. Please!”
Her heated, breathless plea turned Slade’s already throbbing dick harder still, throbbing with the need to bury itself in the hot, wet confines of her pussy.
“Not yet, gorgeous,” River said as he feasted on her breasts. “Let us enjoy you first.”
And enjoy her they did, taking turns with her delectable body. River dropped to his knees first, devouring her pussy and sending her into spasms between them. Slade reached around her to fondle her breasts as he planted tender kisses and licks from her ear to her shoulder and back again. Then River turned her and took over the fondling the best he could, nipping and savoring the side of her neck as Slade sank to his knees, indulged in her scrumptious heat, and sent her flying again.
“Oh, oh! Oh, wow!”
Slade straightened in front of her as her eyes fluttered open after her second orgasm of the night. Over her shoulder, he saw River’s lips tilt in a grin before his teeth captured her earlobe.
“Are you wondering now why you waited so long to try out ménage sex?”
Her lips twitched, but her answer filled Slade’s heart fit to bursting. “No, because if I had tried it before, it wouldn’t have been with the men I love.”
“Oh, baby.” Slade hadn’t thought his heart could feel any fuller, that he could love her any more, but he’d been wrong.
Her head was resting on his chest, and she angled it, meeting his gaze. “Don’t make me wait any longer. I need to feel both of you inside me now.”
Slade met River’s gaze over her shoulder, knowing neither of them could deny her request any more than they could deny themselves their next breath. Especially when their next breath consisted only of her.
He stepped back, releasing her, albeit reluctantly, and rid himself of his clothes. River attempted to do the same but ran into a bit of difficulty with only one properly working arm. Gidget offered her assistance, and then they were both naked, their dicks jutting out from their bodies eagerly seeking the heat of her sexy body.
Knowing how River preferred their ménage sex, he met the man’s gaze with a questioning one of his own. “It’s your call. Whichever way will be most comfortable for you is the way we’ll do it.”
Gidget shot him a look over her shoulder. “Do you have to remind me that this is my first time at this but not yours?”
Slade was instantly contrite. “Sweetheart, that wasn’t my intention. I was just making sure that—”
“River is comfortable, too,” she finished for him. Then she smiled from ear to ear and planted a kiss on his lips. “And that’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you, Slade Thomas. I know the two of you weren’t virgins before you met me. You know I wasn’t either. Quite frankly, I’m glad for that. I think I can figure out how to please both of you, and I’m so looking forward to finding out how both of you can pleasure me.”
Slade met River’s gaze again and got the wordless answer he’d been looking for. The man was confident he could take Gidget from behind while she was riding Slade, even with his left arm in a sling. Okay, they’d give it a shot.
Slade stepped away from her again, climbed onto the bed, and stretched out in the center. He patted the mattress next to him and held out his arms for her. “Come straddle me, sweetheart. River will take care of the rest.”