“Jeez, I’ve played hell catching you alone today.”
Wes Stanley bit back a grin, even as his dick gave an excited jerk behind the zipper of his uniform pants at the sound of Lena Durham’s voice. It was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send his system rocking with a longing he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he’d tried.
He’d stopped trying. He couldn’t say when things had changed for him when it came to Lena, when he’d started to see the amazingly beautiful woman beneath the tough treat-me-like-one-of-the-guys exterior or when exactly he had fallen for her. He knew only that it had happened, and it was high time to do something about it.
He glanced at her as he closed the door to the tool compartment nestled in the side of Ladder Truck 52. The woman was amazing, always so well put together, and always so on top of everything. Today was no different. Her shoulder-length brown hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail high on the back of her head, her uniform T-shirt and slacks were wrinkle free, and he would’ve sworn she’d spit-shined her boots. Damn if looking at her didn’t make him want to rumple her up.
“I would’ve made it easier if I’d known you were trying.”
Her eyes completely slayed him, especially when he caught those quick flashes of desire that moved through them when they were together before she got control of herself and blinked them away. Things hadn’t just changed for him over the years they’d worked together. They’d changed for her, too. She was damn near a pro at hiding it, but every now and then, she gifted him with just a little something that confirmed his suspicions. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
“I need a favor, a very big favor.”
Wes flattened a hand on the side of the rig and leaned on it. “Name it.”
Lena hesitated and slowly scanned the bays again, obviously making sure they were still alone. “I need you to crash a date tomorrow night.”
No way! Was she serious?
Lena took a deep, audible breath and let it out slowly. “Mine.”
Because he knew laughing wasn’t the response she would expect and it would ruin a much thought out and very carefully laid out plan, he managed to keep it together and simply blinked at her. “You want me to bust in on a date you have with another guy tomorrow night?”
“Yes. I’m supposed to meet him at seven-thirty at Amigo’s. It’ll look staged if you get there exactly at seven-thirty, so maybe wait about ten, fifteen minutes max before you show up. It would probably be better if you brought someone with you, too.”
Wes lifted a brow. “Who am I supposed to bring?”
She gestured toward the closed door to the common room of the firehouse. “I don’t know. Bring Prescott and Thomas. They love Mexican food. Hell, bring any of the guys. I just need this to look like it always does when we get together off shift and not like a date.”
Wes couldn’t bite back the grin this time. “But you said it is a date.”
“It is, but I don’t want it to look like one.”
“Then why did you agree to go out with the guy?”
“I didn’t. I mean, I did, but I didn’t have choice.”
Wes gave her a puzzled look. “Are you saying this guy is forcing you to go out with him?”
Lena blew a frustrated breath up her face, and damn if Wes didn’t feel his lips spread in another grin. It was happening, just not in the way he’d fantasized about for years. She was getting rumpled. Well, okay, rattled was probably the more appropriate word, but either way, he was loving every second of it.
“He isn’t forcing me. My grandparents are. Well, they’re not exactly forcing me,” she corrected, “but they really want me to go.”
Wes slowly nodded. “And you couldn’t say no.” It didn’t surprise him. There was only one thing in Lena’s life he figured meant more to her than being a firefighter. Correction. Three things. Her grandparents.
“You’ve met my grandparents. Could you say no to them?”
Wes chuckled and shook his head. “I doubt it.”
“Look. The guy is a firefighter. You know how my grandparents always donate money to the orphaned children’s fund during the cops and firefighter auction?”
“They’re some of the fund’s biggest contributors.”
“Right. Well, usually, they write a check and that’s the end of it.”
“But this year, they bought you a date.”
“You really have to help me out here, Stanley. You know I don’t date firefighters.”
Oh, he knew that all too well, but he was really hoping tomorrow night would change that.
“Who’s the firefighter?”
Lena shook her head hard enough to send her ponytail swinging. “I don’t know. The grandparents wouldn’t tell me. I know it’s not anyone on our shift or A-shift out of Station 5. All of those guys are in relationships these days, and none of you were involved in the benefit.”
She sounded so sure of that that Wes wasn’t about to tell her otherwise.
“At least you’ve eliminated twenty-seven guys.”
Lena scoffed. “And still have close to a hundred possibilities, counting the captain and crews left at this station and the other two firehouses. Thanks for reminding me. So, you’ll do it, right?”
The hope in her amazing eyes filled his heart. “Yeah, Durham. I’ll do it.”
And pray like hell you don’t burn me alive after I do.
Lena knew exactly what she was asking for, and though her arms on either side of Wes’s head shook when she felt the foot of the mattress dip as Axl climbed onto the bed behind her, she wasn’t asking for anything she didn’t want. Her body burned from roots to toe with the desire to feel both of her men inside her. She wasn’t sure she could take it, but apparently her body had decided it could. Otherwise, she wouldn’t feel the intense need ricocheting from her filled pussy to her empty ass like a ping-pong ball ready to explode if it didn’t get the satisfaction it craved.
Could a ping-pong ball really crave satisfaction? The ludicrous question flew from her mind as Axl flattened a large, callused palm on her left butt cheek. The heat of that simple touch she’d felt so many times before shot through her like a harpoon. That heat spread even more, driving her to the point of near madness as he tenderly caressed her ass before slipping two well-lubed fingers from his other hand into the crack of her ass.
Her inner pussy muscles flexed around Wes’s cock inside her of their own accord, and she saw his eyes roll back in his head before they slowly closed and a low-throated growl escaped his lips.
“Lena.” The tone of his voice made her name a warning.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, already on the verge of breathlessness. “You know I can’t help it when he touches me like that.”
They’d had this conversation before, about how her whole body tended to tense up when one of them played with her ass while the other one was inside her pussy. Now was even more different than it had been because she was riding on the potent, trepidation-laced fear of feeling more than a couple of fingers in her ass while she was straddling Wes’s cock.
“Axl, stop playing around,” Wes told him through gritted teeth.
“No way. I’m not going to hurt her.”
The conviction and concern in Axl’s voice had Lena looking back at him over her shoulder. He met her gaze, and she saw both emotions mirrored in his eyes. “It’s going to hurt. I know that, and I’m not going to try to pretend it won’t. But it will only be for a moment. I want you, the real you, inside me.”
She’d learned almost instantly that the real Axl was the rough and wild one during sex. Wes enjoyed the occasional bondage play, but he was always more tender and preferred to take it slowly.
“You’ll get me, baby, in just another minute.” His well-lubed fingers traveled farther down the crack of her ass, found her forbidden hole, and gently eased their way inside.
Lena’s breaths quickened, her eyes closed, and righted her head, only to let it bow as Axl worked the cool gel into her flaming ass, stroking the inner walls of her anus, and spreading his fingers to stretch the opening as he pushed the digits in deeper.
“Tell me that minute is almost up,” Wes said, his voice strained with his slipping control. “Her pussy is so tight around my dick. Jesus!”
Axl chuckled. “It’s about to get even tighter.”
A soft sound that closely resembled a whimper of protest escaped Lena’s lips as Axl pulled his fingers from her ass. The absence of that pressure, of the odd pleasure, was instantaneous. She wanted it back. She wanted more!
He stopped making her wait. She felt the mattress shift, felt one hand pull at the heated flesh of her rear, opening it as the bulbous head of his cock slipped between her cheeks. She froze, tensed, her heart racing, and every ounce of her focus on what was about to happen.
“Wes, distract her.”
Wes’s hands were on her sides, and he glided them up and down, caressing her flesh as he lifted his hips and slowly started to make love to her. It was enough to remind her of the man beneath her, inside her, and she lifted her head enough to gaze down at him when she opened her eyes.
“Don’t think about it.”
Lena gave Wes a breathless laugh. “Easy for you to say.”
She couldn’t help but think about it. Especially when Axl pushed the well-lubed, latex-covered head of his cock inside her anus. Though he took it slowly, the razor-sharp pain that shot through her as he breached her most sensitive opening, pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and eased deeper inside her drew a cry from deep in her throat. But that pain didn’t last. It almost instantly morphed to a wild, crazy, and bittersweet pleasure that turned her next cry into a moan.
“Fuck!” Wes growled. “I can feel your dick going inside her.”
“So can I.” Axl’s words shook with equal parts amusement and pleasure and kept on pushing until the base of his body met with the swells of her ass. All the way inside her anus now, he stopped and folded himself over her back.
“Are you okay?”
Okay didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling. Wes had stopped, too, with his cock buried impossibly deep in her pussy. Her body was full, amazingly so, with two enormous cocks and so much electrified pleasure she felt it short-circuiting everything in her system.
She had to gulp before she could answer him. “Better than. Oh God. It feels so good. Move. I need you both to move. Make love to me. Now!”