Brotherhood of Fire (6 page)

He was beautiful. Hard, muscular, but agile and lithe, he seemed to move with a controlled grace, the minimal movement of a man who had been a soldier, who had trained his body to be restrained even when his emotions weren't. Right now, his blue eyes were burning, intense. Any hint of nervousness gone, he seethed barely controlled desire, the straining bulge in his jeans telling her he hadn't lost one ounce of his need to do this whether he had just come against her or not. As she watched, he pushed off the doorjamb and started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on hers, but his words directed to Garrett.
"Give me some direction here; I don't want to piss you off."
"You don't need direction. Treat her like she's yours, if that's what you mean. Nothing is off limits; I trust you."
"Hey, what do you mean 'nothing'?" A nervous giggle escaped her as she looked from John to Garrett then back to John again. He grinned at her, fingers still moving down the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes glued to the movement; she couldn't tear them away, realizing her mouth watered at the thought of seeing him naked for the first time. That incredible body naked, against her, on her, in her.
"Well, no Hell Raiser sex weird shit, you know what I mean." Garrett nodded to John, laughing.
"Hell Raiser sex?" John chuckled. "Where the fuck did you come up with that? Nothing freaky, but I don't know how much I can hold back. Not now." John's eyes darkened as he turned back to her. His shirt gone, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. He didn't give her nearly enough time to take in how unbelievable he looked naked, striding the few steps to them as Garrett moved around against her back, holding her as John stepped into her. The image of his toned body, cock jutting proudly from a silky mass of black hair, filled her mind as the heat of their two bodies surrounded her.
"All yours. I can't believe how hot this is watching you. I've been waiting so damn long for this." Garrett groaned the words, moving around to stand at her shoulder. Maintaining contact with her, he quickly ditched his own clothes.
John closed the space between them. The feel of his entire naked length against her skin made her suck in a deep, hard breath. He felt amazing, unbelievable. More so because her husband flanked her right with him, the heat of them both burning into her.
"Feel good?" John whispered into her ear, then gave her neck a nip as he ground his hard cock into her belly. "Need you so bad. You okay?"
"Yeah." She managed to get out, closing her eyes and just feeling him against her. Everything else in the universe slipped away.
"That's it, let him love you." Garrett's voice broke in, close, yet with the distance of being wrapped naked around another man as John devoured her skin with his lips.
Her nipples rubbed against the scruff of a small patch of soft hair on his chest. His cock pressed hot and hard on her belly. The unfamiliar feel of him sent a new shivering rush through her. The thought that she wanted this to be familiar, wanted to know him in every way possible, came to her more lucid than she thought she could manage to be right now. The feeling added a new element to the excitement, but she pushed it back, losing herself in the moment, not wanting to think too much with the two of them wrapped around her.
A ragged sigh escaped John, and he pulled back, breaking the moment. He hung his head close to hers, forehead to forehead, as his breathing ruffled her hair.
"Condom," he said roughly. "I don't have one. Tell me you do."
Garrett's voice broke in behind them. "Uh, we get tested every six months at the station; I already know you're clean."
"Yeah, but—"
"She's on the pill. We're clean. Hell, we spend twelve hours a day together; we know where we've been. Unless you don't want to, I say he can have you bare."
Her breath caught in her chest. John, inside her, bare.
"Yes."
John groaned into her neck. He slid his hand down her hip, moving his fingers over her skin so slowly it felt like a trail of sparks singed the path they made. He cupped her gently in his hand, and she arched against him, her body crying out for more, but she kept her voice trapped behind her bottom lip clenched between her teeth. His hand shook against her. She felt the tremble even as his fingers softly parted her, as his control slipped, and he buried not one but two deep into her core.
"You're so wet." A low growl came from him, his reserve snapped, and he lifted her, pulling her legs around him. He carried her to the bed. She was on her back beneath him before her eyes opened, before he ordered her to look.
"Watch us."
His eyes met hers, the pupils so full and dilated they looked wild, like black ringed with electric blue. She followed them as they lowered, traveling to his cock that he had firmly gripped in one large fist. They watched together as he began to push into her, slowly filling her, groaning in pleasure with each short thrust. She forced herself to stay focused enough to watch, biting her lip. He slid a little farther inside with each move of his hips, filling her thick and hard. Her inner walls clenched around him, each mini stroke bringing a low moan from her.
"That's it, take him." Garrett groaned from the edge of the bed, and she pulled her eyes away from John long enough to see him standing there, his face dark and filled with lust as he stroked his cock.
"Hottest thing I've ever seen. You're so beautiful. God, yes, take him."
His words rushed over her, and the entire moment swallowed her whole. She fell into blackness, coming in waves so hard they nearly pushed her into unconsciousness. The image of Garrett stroking his cock, his groans and encouragement, John's warm breath and deep, hoarse grunts and moans in her ear as he pushed into her all combined and brought the orgasm down on her like a wall of pleasure. With the first clench of her pussy on his cock, John growled a loud yelp and let loose.
"That's it, come for me, ride me," he demanded. He ended the gentle thrusting and bucked into her hard, letting go with full force, driving his cock into her again and again as he rode the waves of her orgasm with her.
"You're so tight—I'm never going to last." Grabbing her hips, he pulled her harder into him. With his face buried in her neck, she barely made out his whisper as he began to thrust deeper. "I've wanted you like this for so long. Too damn long."
The words barely registered before Garrett's voice broke through. "God, yes, give her everything you've got." He groaned, closer now.
She came out of the haze and reached for him. He mounted the bed next to her. Cock in hand, he directed it to her waiting mouth.
"That's it, god, I love your mouth, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now."
Uncontrollable moans matched the rhythm of John's thrusts as she closed her mouth over Garrett's cock, lost in the cascading pleasure of her own orgasm, the feel of her husband slipping between her lips, bringing the three of them together. For several moments, nothing but the sensations assaulting her filled her existence. Garrett's thrusting into her mouth, groaning his pleasure with the same tempo John took her body, the two of them taking her together, her body on fire, pleasure coursing like a circuit between them as the intensity rose higher.
John's harsh growl broke the haze. "Going to come, Carrie, god, that's it, pull me deeper."
His heavy thrust was followed by a loud, guttural shout as he squeezed her hips and held her before he managed several more deep, jerking lunges into her. His climax sent Garrett right down over the edge after him, shouting his own release. "Fuck yes . . . come in her . . . god, coming too."
She felt the heat and wet of John filling her just before Garrett spilled his seed down her throat. Moaning, she fell into another hard orgasm at the feel of the two of them coming into her together, a sensation like nothing she could have imagined. Not one man giving her everything he had to give, but two. Both of them looking at her like she was the center of the universe, both of them clinging to her.
John slumped against her, his warm body as welcome as it was foreign and unfamiliar. Garrett fell onto the bed next to them, stroking her skin, kissing her shoulder. John's head rested heavily on the other side of her chest, his breath coming in pants against her skin.
The amazing and yet surreal feel of it all descended on her. Garrett's broad smile and warm hands coaxed her away from feeling odd that another man was full on still inside her, his body carefully lodged over hers so he didn't crush her with his warm, solid weight. The physical intensity began to fade, replaced by a flood of emotion. John tentatively stroked her gently, a stunned look of admiration in his eyes. It sent a little flutter through her belly just as Garrett's sleepy gaze met hers, full of love and appreciation. She felt completely immersed in the two men, no part of her left unprotected or unattended.
As her eyes closed, exhaustion crept over her. Not just from the sex, but from the adrenaline, the intense rush of the three of them coming together like this. Curling Garrett's hand into hers, she relaxed into John as well, intending to just float and savor the moment.
Voices drifted through her head. The bed moved; she felt something cool, then something warm and soft and wet between her legs. She smiled at the feel of Garrett cleaning her up, taking care of her, until she remembered he wasn't the only one there, and this wasn't the usual, intimate, after-sex fade. John was still there too. Sweet, hot, sexy-as-sin John, who had just taken her body with a force she'd never felt outside of her own husband, who had shared the whole thing with them. Even in a half awake state, the thought of him buried deep inside her made her entire body tingle, her belly tighten.
Shifting bodies, voices, then the warm, hard feel of her husband against her back drifted through to her. The nagging thought that something was missing dragged on her mind as she fell into warm, dark sleep.
Complete darkness met her eyes when they opened. The hard feel of Garrett's warm body still spooned into her back, but in front of her there was cool empty space. Stretching her arm out, she had a small lurch of guilt that she instinctively wanted to search out John.
"He went home. I think he felt uncomfortable once the adrenaline wore off."
"How did you know that's what I was thinking?"
"You're my wife. I think I've managed to figure you out a little after five years." He chuckled softly in her ear. Hands tightening around her waist, he cradled her against him. "It's okay, don't feel bad; I wish he would have stayed too."
"Do you think he regrets it?"
"About as much as I do. So that'd be
no
. It's a little different for him. He's feeling like a third wheel. I guess I wouldn't know what to do with myself once the show was over either."
She yawned. "Is that it? Was this a one-time thing? What are we doing here, Garrett?"
"Not if I can help it. We'll have to see what he says. You know we're supposed to go to the Firefighter's Memorial weekend in a few days. Forget?"
The plans they had made to rent a cabin together when things were still platonic between them came back to her.
"I didn't even think about it. Puts a whole new perspective on things, doesn't it?"
A deep, lusty laugh came from him, and he pushed into her hips, pulling her tighter against him. "Oh, yeah. Hell of a lot more fun, if you ask me."
"Guess that answers the question about where you want to go with this."
"Only if you agree and if he doesn't decide he can't handle it."
"You'll have to tell him what you think, Garrett. It's going to be what you're feeling that he's worried about." She pulled his arms closer around her, thoughts of the three of them together again flooding her. Clenching her thighs, she felt the tight twist in her belly when the vision of John thrusting into her, his face dark and filled with passion, loomed in her head.
"And now I know exactly what you think about taking this a step further, because I can feel your heart pounding," he murmured into her skin. "Sore? I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it. Turns me on knowing he was in you. Damn." He swore, his breath coming hard against her back.
Reaching behind her, she grasped his rock hard erection and smiled. "Not sore at all, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love the idea I'm going to have you both in one day."
"That's my girl." He groaned as he turned her to him and slid inside with one smooth, long thrust.
Her breath caught at the feel of him filling her, and she looked into his deep brown eyes as they shared the incredible sensation of knowing what they had just experienced, and that they would likely be doing it again soon.

Carrie watched Garrett talking on his cell. His voice sounded easy, relaxed, but his face looked tense.
"All right, we'll get there just before you then. See you in awhile." He snapped the phone closed and settled back, looking thoughtful.
Carrie turned back to the window with a sigh. She adjusted herself in the seat. Nestled into the deep leather, her restlessness had nothing to do with the tilt, the warmth, or how much legroom she had. The inability to sit still came from the same source putting a frown on Garrett's face but for a completely different reason.
She could play devil's advocate all day, argue maybe they had gotten it out of their system, and the uncertain nature of this might just make things go back to some semblance of normal. It was all bullshit.
Her body twitched with the anticipation of seeing John walk into that cabin, of just being there with them both and the possibilities of what might, no, likely
would
happen between them. If John felt a tenth of the pent-up desire she felt, there would be no stopping the three of them together, and she was only half as worked up as Garrett. She could see the stiff ridge of his cock through his cargo shorts, and every so often, he shifted his legs, lifted himself, and adjusted the straining bulge. His concern was that John wouldn't show at all. Hers was what would happen when he did.
The guilt that still rode her about the whole thing felt cold. Even as badly as she wanted the three of them together, the little lick of shame over the thought that Garrett might be disturbed by how badly she wanted more stuck with her. As effortless as it had been on their porch and after, and even with Garrett full-on pushing for this to keep going, she couldn't shake the red lights flashing in her mind.
You just weren't supposed to want to climb into bed with your husband and his best friend this badly.
He looked over at her, his frown easing into a familiar, lopsided grin. "You're thinking too much. It's going to be fine, you know? Whatever is going to happen will happen."
She sighed. "Truth time. I can't think about anything else. I feel like I'm focused way too much on this. Feels dangerous."
"Scared?"
She studied her husband . . . his deep bronze hair cut short but curling just behind the ears where she loved to twist her fingers, his brown eyes full of unchecked lust, and a little concern. His big body was her source of comfort, strength. The idea of him moving aside and making room for someone else to join in and not just on a whim, not for a couple of hours but for days, both terrified and excited her. Her stomach twisted in knots at the thought.
"Hell yeah, I'm scared. I love it, I couldn't turn around and run if you guys sprouted fangs and fur, but yeah, I'm scared."
"We're trying something out that makes us all feel good, that we all enjoy. Yeah, there are some little bits that make it kind of out, there but that's the fun part, right? The sting of knowing we're pushing the limits? Me, I'm kinda high on it, case you didn't notice." He grinned and rubbed his cock through his shorts.
"Yeah, sweetie, I noticed." She smiled, the warm flush at watching him palm himself spreading through her. His excitement built the intensity just that much higher for her, knowing how turned on he got even thinking about the three of them. Let alone watching the physical effect the whole thing had on him. That John touching her thrilled him that much, set him so deeply on fire to see them like this, made her want to give him everything he needed and then some. She wanted John next to her just as badly as Garrett wanted to see them that way.
"I think I might not be able to wait. John may just walk in to me pounding you right there on the table in the middle of the cabin."
A low giggle escaped her. "Let's not go there again. It's one thing if we all just sort of fall into it, but putting on a show? No, so not going there."
His laugh was loud and warm, and he pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "Relax. This is going to be a great trip. We're all going to do just fine, and we probably won't want to leave in two days when it's time to come home."
She sighed again, this time a satisfied, easy release as she felt the snap of tension drain away. Her husband might be making room for someone else with them, but he was still right here with her, and clearly, he didn't have any reservations about how much she wanted the same thing.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Now chill, sexy woman, and just enjoy the ride." He snickered. "Might be sayin' that later too."
Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help her sly grin, thinking that shouldn't sound as good as it did.