Brotherhood of Fire (10 page)

"Shh." He pushed her back down next to him. "It's fine; I've had enough for one day, but my cock's not going to stay down watching you come like that, ever." He nuzzled her ear, kissing her softly. "Ever."
He felt her smile as much as saw it. She settled back into him, her arm possessively around Garrett, who lay facing her, eyes half closed.
When John heard Garrett's deep, even breathing and felt the shallow rise and fall of Carrie's back against his chest, he leaned up on one elbow just to stare at her. Gently, he reached out to touch her hair, to caress her face, letting everything he felt finally just flow free in his mind. A few weeks ago, he merely dreamed of Carrie and guilt had wracked him for wanting her. Now, he didn't have to dream. She curled against him with the full-on approval of the man he never wanted to betray by the feelings he had kept hidden. Closing his eyes, he let the feel of her against him push away the doubt, let himself imagine for a moment that things might stay just like this, perfect, unspoiled. Tomorrow would bring back reality, but for now, in the warm cocoon of the firelight, of her embrace, of the soft blackness of the night, he could dream of forever, couldn't he?

Carrie watched as the teams shook hands. Garrett, John, and Marcus, the third member of their team, had triumphant smiles on their faces. They had fought damn hard in the competition. Alternating each time they were up with who had the hose and who was support, they had managed to take every match and push the ball suspended on the high wire across to the other team's side. Once a training exercise, the game had become a rousing competition every year at the festival, with the bragging rights for the winner being a trophy and T-shirts they wore proudly back to their own fire houses.

Laughing, she waited for them to strip out of their wet turnout gear as they strode over to the side of the bleachers where she stood. Garrett leaned in and kissed her on the nose, then stepped in behind her. "Go on, congratulate our winner," he said, nodding at John.

Catching her breath, she looked around, realizing a chaste kiss wouldn't be odd while everyone was hyped up from the games, and a winner should get a kiss—or a hug, at least. Marcus stepped up and laughed. "Yeah, I want one of those too!"

She giggled and went for him first. "You big goof ball!" She stepped up and stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach his cheek. Dropping down, he turned his face to the side, but when her lips came close, he swiveled and planted a wet one right on her mouth.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" He hooted, giving Garrett a high five as she laughed.
Turning to John, she swooped in for his as if it were no big deal, but his eyes met hers as soon as their lips did. Brief, chaste, warm, and sweet, the kiss rocked her through and through. Not just the secret knowledge behind it, but the sudden sharing of something much deeper than the idea John was their new bed partner.
She was starting to care about him.
Care whether he won. Care whether it made him feel proud to have her watching him, to know she was there. He was becoming more than just Garrett's best friend who happened to have ended up in bed with them.
The idea he felt the same resonated in that one little kiss and landed in her belly with all the grace of a frog splashing into a pond. Loud, churning, and leaving ripples battering her mind around as she let go and stepped back.
Turning into Garrett, her source of comfort and strength, she buried her face in his chest and tried to breathe as the two men laughed and chattered over her head. A not-so-long-ago, brief conversation rose up in her thoughts.
If someone else is in bed with you, there's always the chance you'd get attached to them.
She had tried to warn him. Had instinctively known this could happen. Her feelings had gone too far already.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on with the usual slow chaos a huge group of 's out of town and on a mission produced. Everyone milling about, meandering the fair grounds, watching displays, eating, running into old friends, and hitting the vendor booths. Vendors with shirts, ball caps, stickers, light bars, gloves, boots, any and all kinds of firefighter paraphernalia you could imagine. Then there was lunch at the chicken BBQ and more wandering.
The entire time, she only paid half attention to what went on around her. Her mind had sunk into a blissful state where she walked casually between her husband and John. The delicious secret she shared them both burned inside her. Having to steal intimate little touches from John—brushing forearms with him as they wound around the crowds, his hand at her back every so often to guide her around clusters of people standing in the way—made them all the more precious. Her belly twisted just watching the two men together. And she noticed she wasn't the only one who couldn't keep her eyes off them. Her husband looked like a bronzed god in his jeans and faded blue Tshirt stretched tight over his muscular chest, white-toothed smile flashing frequently. Then John, in total contrast to Garrett's sun-kissed face, was like a dark flame. Thick and broad like her husband, his sinewy body was tanned, showcased to perfection in lowslung jeans and a white T-shirt that made his black hair stand out against the blue of his eyes.
Both hers. The secret made her smile each time it came through her mind. The remembered feel of lying between them, the heavy, masculine rise and fall of their chests as the exertion of their sex subsided. The deep voices, harsh and hoarse with need, when they shouted their climax. The feel of two sets of hands, two mouths, two large, muscled bodies encasing hers. A shiver went through her. They had barely scratched the surface of things between them as of yet, and the things she was already feeling threatened to swamp her with desire that overtook her with each new thought of what was yet to come.
"You look far away." Garrett's smooth baritone rang low in her ear, against her neck as he nuzzled her, hand twisting in hers.
"I'm hot, dusty, and my mind is definitely somewhere else," she answered with a mischievous grin.
"Tell you today I love you?"
"No, Mr. O'Neal, you didn't."
"Mmm. Well, I do," he said, leaning closer. "And I love that you let both of us in like this. It's amazing. It's beautiful to see, just like you."
Another cool shiver passed through her overheated body. Her husband's evident look of pride and his words erased any guilt or ideas of indecency. All that was left was her deep love for him, her growing affection for his best friend, and a healthy dose of non-stop lust for them both. Right now, the constant proximity of both of them through the entire day meant more than just the afternoon heat was causing some intense dampness between her legs.
"Want to go? I don't expect to just keep going at you every day. I mean, we're pretty demanding." Her husband peered down at her, real concern in his eyes. John had turned toward them and waited for her answer as well.
"I'm fine. We've barely done anything."
The look of total lust passed over both of their faces at the exact same moment.
A silent nod between them, and they reached a mutual decision; the tourist impersonation was over. They moved to head for the gates, striding with purpose, her locked directly between their towering figures.
Flushing with heat, her body humming with excitement, she swallowed hard. All the spit seemed to have evaporated from her mouth. Legs wobbly with anticipation carried her forward. A buzzing started along her spine, and her heart beat swift and heavy. The knowledge that everything they'd done so far was nothing compared to what she would wake up remembering tomorrow morning spun in her brain. Tonight, she needed them both. In her, around her, loving her. The spiraling desire for this to be more than a weekend fling wound around her thoughts. The promise of what would come before too much longer added to the idea that every step farther was unavoidable. She was unable and unwilling to turn away from this, from them, even if it meant risking her heart.
They climbed into the truck and drove in comfortable silence the entire way to the cabin. No straying hands, no need to do anything but savor the anticipation. The only thing to give credence that the three of them were any more than a couple and a good friend was the fact that she had both men's fingers laced tightly between her own, hands interlocked in the pledge that they were indeed bound together by more than just friendship.
When they got into the cabin, Garrett gave her a quick kiss and shooed her into the bedroom. "Go get comfortable. Be right there." As an indication of what he meant by
comfortable
, he lifted her T-shirt over her head and pulled it away from her before patting her on the ass and pushing her toward the hall.
Once in the room, she nervously shed her jeans, her bra, her panties, and then stood looking at the bed, wondering what the hell to do with herself. Just like the first time at their house, she didn't have time to worry. The door pushed open, and she turned to face two really hungry-looking men. Garrett smiled, doing the little lip lick he did when he looked at her and liked what he saw. She took him in, so familiar, so achingly beautiful and hard. His brown eyes were soft and filled with desire for her, the look that melted her heart. Every inch of his body was like a comfortable pair of jeans she'd worn a million times and never got tired of.
John had become a little familiar but not enough for comfort. She'd known him for months, but this still felt new. His dark blue eyes were heavy now, filled with sensual promise, and taking in every inch of her. He matched Garrett in his hard physical presence, and both of them in their own ways had individual traits that outdid each other. Two hard-as-hell 's and both of them hers.
They stripped down fast. When they were done and faced her once again, she felt her breath catch in her chest. One of them alone was enough to clench her gut and drench her pussy; the two of them together had every nerve ending in her body going off like a string of firecrackers.
"Baby?" Garrett cocked his head at her.
A shy smile curled her lips, and she went to him. Wrapping herself around his familiar comfort, she kissed him, hard and deep. Groaning into her neck, he lifted her legs to wrap them around him and turned, backing her into John, who caught her easily from behind.
John pressed into her and supported her weight against his chest, hands cupping her ass and holding her hard against him. Garrett's hands let go to smooth over her body, her hips, her belly, up to her breasts. Cupping their weight in his hands, he rolled her stiffened nipples between his fingers, and she whimpered against his mouth. She felt John's lips close in on the back of her neck as he ran a line of tender kisses over her shoulder, the side of her neck. When he latched on to her skin with his teeth, sucking gently, she arched and moaned. The heavy length of his cock slid against her ass.
Garrett rode his hard dick against her, devouring her mouth and pressing hard between her thighs. The heated thickness of his shaft slid teasingly over her swollen lips, her wetness slipping over her and coating him.
The feel of two warm, hard chests pressed into her made her whimper in pure satisfaction and need.
"You ready?" Garrett whispered into her throat and licked her skin.
She nodded, unable to speak. He reached for her legs, lifted them, released her from around his waist, and set her down. Stepping back, he smiled at her. Still staring into her eyes, his own burning hot, so dark they were nearly black, he spoke to John. "Time to take this all the way."
With a low growl, John pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in close. "You okay with all this?"
Her body on fire, her breath somewhere between non-existent and a harsh pant, she nodded mutely.
John led her to the bed and sat her in front of him. She looked up at him with a nervous smile that eased into a full one as she saw the look on his face. A wicked light filled his eyes, but his expression was total open admiration.
Garrett grinned, lowering himself to the bed, pulling her down to lie next to him. "Let him taste that sweet pussy. I'm going to spend some time with these luscious tits of yours."
The rough words were so erotic, like the echo of Garrett's fantasies coming to life, even if this wasn't the first time they had. John smiled that lustful grin and dropped to his knees between her thighs.
He gently parted her with his fingers, slipping his tongue over her, just tasting her. The touch was feather light and soft, but it sent her rocketing up off the bed. "Oh! Oh, god . . . John!"
She felt two warm hands on her belly—one John's, one Garrett's—as they pressed her down to the bed so John could keep his mouth latched onto her.
Garrett smiled at her. "Good?" he murmured, lowering his face to her nipple, taking the hard little knot in his mouth and swirling it against his tongue.
She was on fire. John's tongue moved softly over the folds of her pussy, exploring, not even moving deep, yet sending her into a whole new level of need.
He let out a small groan. She felt it vibrate through her, felt his tongue slide deep into her.
"Mmm . . . oh, god, yes . . . ."
"You taste so sweet." John whispered between her legs. "I want to lick you all night."
Garrett pulled harder on her nipple, and John flattened his tongue and rasped it roughly over her clit, as if they'd planned to assault her senses at the same moment. Her hips bucked forward. John wrapped his big hands around her hips and held her, pulled her tighter against his mouth as he began sucking gently on her, her skin, her clit, every little inch of her.
"Make her come John; it's our turn to drive her crazy."
"Hell yes."
He took Garrett's words seriously. She felt him go at her with a renewed vengeance, small groans coming from him as he lapped at her, licked and suckled her clit and spread her farther to get at every little bit of her.
The orgasm didn't build slowly. She had been on the edge since John had laid his mouth to her, the intensity deepening and building, but the sudden ferocity that crashed in on her took her by surprise, rocked her entire body as she shuddered and arched. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, but the sound locked in her throat, barely enough breath coming to fill her lungs. John lovingly licked every last tremor out of her before he stood, a wicked grin across his face.
All this time, she'd thought the real thing couldn't ever live up to the fantasy when the opposite was true. The desire in her barely faded from the powerful orgasm as John stood there, poised between her legs, just looking at her. Male perfection, naked, and all hers. His hard body was tense, and his eyes, those deep, dark blue eyes, stared at her with raw, open need. He looked at her through the thick fringe of his lashes, breathing deep and steady. Everything she'd thought about him shifted, broadened the more she saw of him. No longer just the sexy and slightly shy sweetheart she'd started falling in love with, he was intense, sensual, as dominant as Garrett in some ways. The way he easily mastered her body made her shiver.
"God, take her, John, before I fucking die over here." Garrett whispered hoarsely. He had moved around to the side of the bed near her head, and she looked up at him. His hand gripped his cock, and it was as hard as she'd ever seen him. Pre-cum coated the dusky purple, plum-sized head of his cock, and the veins along the shaft were thick and prominent.
She licked her lips, heard John give a low groan. "Suck him, please just put him in your mouth."
Tearing her gaze away from Garrett's cock, she sat part way up. "You first. I want to watch."
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back with a low, raspy groan. "Okay." Opening his eyes, he looked down, grabbed her hand, and wrapped it around his shaft. "Help me. I want to see you put me inside you."
She moaned, and her entire body tensed and shivered as she grasped him, slid the thick head of his cock just into her opening. With another gasp, she pushed a little with her hips and had him halfway in before she released him. He lunged forward on a loud growl as she cried out, the thick fullness of him stretching her as her body tried to accommodate him. She heard Garrett hiss in a low breath behind her as John buried himself in her, coming to rest hip to thigh with her.
"Fuck, you feel so perfect." He gasped, his chest heaving. "Now suck that cock between your pretty lips while I watch. I want to hear you scream out your next orgasm while he's buried in your mouth."
She didn't have to be told twice. The sensual promise of what Garrett had described suddenly flooded her, what two men together could drive her to. John moved up onto the bed with her, kneeling between her thighs, holding himself inside her as he moved her closer to the edge of the bed where Garrett stood. She laid back, looking up at him, head hanging over the edge just enough for the perfect angle. Garrett slid the head of his cock over her lips with a deep groan. Cupping her head, he began sliding in and out, and she moaned as she sucked him deep. The sensation had her head spinning, like she was being carried away on a black velvet cloud, her skin so sensitive, every little touch setting her on fire. The more times they took her this way, the more the intensity grew as both men learned to work in harmony, in sync.