Part 5 (1/2)

”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 winds.h.i.+eld 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 s.h.i.+fted in his seat, one leg propped up slightly. Aaron's fire-r.e.t.a.r.dant pants and coat creaked as he moved. His blue eyes narrowed as he a.s.sessed 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 b.u.t.ton 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 f.u.c.k 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 p.u.s.s.y 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 p.u.s.s.y.”

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 t.i.tillating, 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.u.n.t. 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 tw.a.n.g 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 a.s.s. ”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 c.l.i.t. She arched up and gasped, unaccustomed to such raw s.e.xual energy. This was another first for her, just as a.n.a.l s.e.x 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 f.u.c.king 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 s.e.xy 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 p.u.s.s.y pulsing against my lips.” He delved back in, f.u.c.king her with his tongue and flicking her c.l.i.t so fast she thought she'd see stars. When her o.r.g.a.s.m neared she reached out for something to anchor her. She grabbed hold of his T-s.h.i.+rt 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 p.u.s.s.y until she begged him to stop.

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

Tammy crawled up to her knees in the confined s.p.a.ce, needing to sit on that c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k. She could feel every warm inch filling her, leaving nothing untouched inside her. A wash of satisfaction filled her veins, a new o.r.g.a.s.m imminent. There was something in his eyes-a secret, a burden. Maybe she'd never know, since he'd already stated this was just s.e.x.

”I love your p.u.s.s.y. So hot and tight.” He held her hips with his big, calloused hands, a.s.sisting her in working his c.o.c.k. 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 c.l.i.t, her p.u.s.s.y afire with pleasure.

”Oh, G.o.d,” she cried. Tammy wasn't sure she could handle another intense o.r.g.a.s.m, not so soon after the first. Aaron wouldn't allow her to slow her pace, lifting her up and forcing her down over his d.i.c.k. His pants rubbed her inner thighs. She was so close.

”Let me feel you squeeze my c.o.c.k, 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 o.r.g.a.s.m to finally break free. Her p.u.s.s.y flooding with molten heat, her walls clamping down around Aaron's throbbing c.o.c.k. 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. s.e.x alone would never be enough for her.

Chapter Nine.

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 s.e.xcapades. 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 f.u.c.k 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-s.h.i.+rt. His bare skin was almost hot against hers. She only wore an unders.h.i.+rt 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.