Four Play (2 page)

“Oh hell yeah,” he breathed. “I love them watching, knowing they can’t touch what’s fucking mine. I love that they’re jealous, and they’re all wondering what you see in me and they think I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.”

“Mmmm.”

She let out a breathy sigh as she imagined herself doing just the things he fantasized about. Dancing in front of a room full of men all focused on her.

The possession in his voice, the pride in his ownership tightened every nerve ending until she gasped for breath. She loved that he was so into her, so proud of his relationship with her.

“Not yet, Zoe,” he reminded her.

Shit. She was close. So close. She squirmed as she tried to hold her orgasm at bay.

“And what if they touched me,” she whispered. “What would you do?”

He rolled, tucking her into his arms and coming to a stop, him still buried deep, their positions reversed. His eyes glittered as he stared down at her.

“Do they touch you in
your
fantasy, Zoe?”

She swallowed and slid her hands up his arms to his broad, muscular shoulders. She loved touching him. It was something she never got tired of doing. He’d worked hard for his body. He stayed in tip-top shape. His job as a fireman demanded it. And she enjoyed the benefits. Oh hell yeah, she did.

She normally wasn’t shy about imparting her fantasies to Chase. They often enjoyed naughty pillow talk during or right before sex. But this particular fantasy . . .

He leaned down and kissed her, licking over her lips then delving inward to slide his tongue over hers.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

Her hands curled around the back of his neck, and she arched into him, wanting him deeper. His strokes were firmer now, more powerful, and he touched a part of her that sent fiery shards of intense pleasure blowing through her body.

“I fantasize about being captured—by you . . . and others. You capture me when I’m not expecting it and you take me away and you take turns making me ...”

“Making you do what?” he asked huskily.

His pupils were dilated, and his lips parted. His breaths came out in jerky little puffs.

“It’s weird because in reality . . . it’s not something I’d want to ever happen. But with people I trusted ...”

“What do we make you do, Zoe?”

She touched his face, her fingers trembling as the excitement from the mental images bombarding her coursed through her veins.

“You make me pleasure you. You pleasure me. You bend me to your will. You fuck me over and over. And while they fuck me, you watch. Sometimes you tell them what to do. Sometimes you let them do whatever they want. You watch and you enjoy seeing other men take what’s yours and completely take me over.”

“Ah shit,” he breathed.

He tightened all over. He swelled within her, and they both teetered precariously on the edge.

“Don’t move,” he said harshly. “Not an inch. Give me a minute.”

She obeyed because if either of them moved, she would explode. She was so tense, so buzzed on sexual excitement that she tingled from head to toe. Her clit swelled, and she ached to reach down and touch herself. Just once. It was all she’d need, but she waited, wanting them to go together.

“You like my fantasy?”

She was genuinely curious. They were pretty open about their sexual kinks, and Lord knew they had a very active sex life. Their motto was they’d pretty much try anything once.

“Fuck yeah,” he gritted out.

She ran a finger over his lips, easing some of the strain as he fought against the urge to come.

“The idea of you stretched out between two other men? Or maybe you’re riding one while another takes your ass and another is fucking your mouth? While I watch? Holy shit. That’s hot.”

She trembled. His words buzzed over her skin, evoking erotic images of her being taken over and over as he watched. She arched helplessly into him, no longer able to control the rising tide.

Chase withdrew and then slammed hard into her, his muscled thighs pounding the backs of hers. His balls slapped against her ass, and he leaned forward so his angle was sharper and his entry deeper.

She curled her fingers into his shoulders and then raked her nails over his back. He loved it when she did it, said he loved wearing her mark.

Their mouths fused hotly, in rhythm with their bodies. Over and over he thrust, taking them closer and closer until every inch of her body was one big balled-up jumble of nerves.

“Chase, please!”

He reached down, knowing what she needed. His thumb brushed over her clit, and then he pressed harder, rubbing it in a circular motion. He thrust again, and she lost it.

She came unglued in his arms. Her cry echoed across the room, and then his mouth came down over hers, silencing her. His hoarse shout was swallowed up by her inhalation.

Faster and harder. Pleasure razored across her body, a thin edge of pain and ecstasy. Sweet, sweet ecstasy.

She spun out of control, and for a moment lost all sense of herself, only that she floated on a hazy cloud of oh-my-God good.

Slowly she became aware of Chase kissing her. He kissed a lazy line up her jaw and to her mouth, nibbled on her bottom lip before continuing on to the other side of her jaw and down to her neck. Ah shit, her neck.

She shivered uncontrollably as soon as his lips touched the column below her ear. He chuckled and sucked lightly. Tremors overtook her, and a second orgasm raced over her like a quick thunderstorm in summer.

“Not fair,” she croaked as she collapsed underneath him.

“You love it and you know it.”

There was that.

He kissed her one last time before carefully withdrawing from her body. She lay there as he rolled out of bed to get a towel. She loved not using condoms and was happy they’d been together long enough that trust was established and they could enjoy spontaneous, mind-bending sex without latex. She didn’t even mind the cleanup afterward because Chase always took care of that.

She was a lucky, lucky woman.

After taking care of the sticky parts, he slid back into bed with her, and she snuggled into his embrace. Another thing she loved about him is he didn’t seem to mind her need for postcoital cuddling. How cliché was that?

Not that they didn’t have their share of quickies—half of which were instigated by her. There were plenty of times they had sex on the run and cuddling was definitely out. But times like tonight when they had all the time in the world, lying in his arms after spectacular sex? There wasn’t anything else like it.

He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair away with gentle fingers.

“So tell me another fantasy,” he said.

She shifted until she looked up at him. “Oh no, it’s your turn. I confessed last.”

He grinned. “Hard-ass.”

A door shutting across the house had her looking up. “Guess the guys got home. At least this time they weren’t around to hear me scream,” she muttered.

Chase snorted and reached over to pat her behind. “They’re used to all the noise you make. It’s a regular joke down at the station.”

She rose up on one elbow and pounded his chest with her fist. “Get out! Tell me that’s not true!”

It was bad enough that their roommates Brody McNamara and Tate Winslow were an inadvertent audience to their noisy sex—okay, so she’d tried really hard to be quiet, but sometimes it just wasn’t possible!—but now the entire firehouse knew she was a screamer?

Chase had that smug shit-eating grin that told her the other firemen definitely knew and that Chase took it as a personal badge of honor that he could satisfy her so thoroughly in bed.

“You probably brag about it,” she said in disgust.

“Of course I do. I’m a guy.”

She flopped back onto the pillow and sighed. “You’re not getting out of telling me another fantasy. You owe me two now.”

He chuckled and cupped her ass possessively. “It’s sort of like your fantasy, only I walk into the house one day to see another man bend you over the counter in the kitchen and fuck your brains out while I’m watching.”

Her eyes went wide. “Are we talking like cheating here? I mean you catching me with another guy?”

He shook his head. “No, babe, I don’t mean it that way. I know you wouldn’t cheat. It’s just sort of a fantasy of seeing you, bent over and fucked six ways to Sunday while I watch and me knowing you’re completely helpless.”

“Mmmm, I like the helpless part. It’s sort of like one of my favorite fantasies I think about when I use a vibrator. You know, when you’re working forty-eights and I’m all alone,” she pouted.

He tweaked her exaggerated lip pout, then nipped at her full bottom lip. “What’s this fantasy?”

Heat rose up her neck.

“You’re blushing!”

It came out as a hoot, and his eyes twinkled with laughter.

“Oh shut up,” she grumbled. “I feel like such a slut.”

He snorted. “You’re my slut and I like you that way.”

She thumped him again for good measure.

“So? Fess up. What’s this vibrator fantasy you have?”

She closed her eyes and conjured up the image. “You’re holding me down. My arms above my head while other guys take turns fucking me. I’m all stretched out, and you’re holding my wrists so I can’t move.”

“How many are there?” he asked huskily.

She blushed again. She just knew it.

“I don’t really know. Several. Two hold my legs apart and I look down to see one step between my legs and he just thrusts. It’s so wicked. He fucks me down and dirty and hard and then he moves and another guy takes his place.”

“I’d like that one if you were on your belly so I could fuck your mouth while they’re fucking your pussy,” he said thoughtfully.

She rolled her eyes. “Trust you to turn my fantasy into yours. I’m more comfortable on my back. I don’t want to have to do any work, and giving you head is work.”

He grinned. “Are you saying I’m a chore?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “It takes concentration to suck you off. You’re not exactly small.”

“Poor baby,” he murmured. “Would it surprise you to know I’m not very small right now at all?”

She glanced down to see that he was indeed very erect again.

“Holy hell. You trying to set a record?”

“It wasn’t intentional. I fully intended to retire him for the evening after going two rounds with you, but all this fantasy talk has him revved up and ready to take off again.”

“As long as I don’t have to do the work this time,” she teased. “I’m tired!”

He rolled over onto her, parting her thighs and settling between them. He leaned down to kiss her.

“Don’t worry. All you have to do is lay there.”

CHAPTER
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TWO

Zoe whipped into the parking lot—or what served as the parking
lot—for the community baseball and softball fields. The town of Cypress had banded together a few years back to build the fields for the Little Leaguers, but in the fall, the adults used them for mini leagues.

She’d barely had time to get home after her shift in the ER and change and get to the ball field before the game started.

Today the guys from the Cypress fire station played the EMTs and paramedics from the ambulance service. The winner got to play the sheriff’s department in the next game.

She hopped out of her sporty mini SUV and bent down to tie the laces of her tennis shoes. She eyed the bleachers and saw that a large number of supporters had shown up for both sides. She smiled. Good times followed by beer and barbecue. Life didn’t get much better in the South.

Toni Andrews drove up and parked beside Zoe, and Zoe got a glimpse of the toddler in the car seat. Little Samantha was as cute as a button wearing her MY DADDY’S A FIREMAN shirt.

“Hey Toni,” she called when Toni got out of her car.

“Hey Zoe. You just get off work?”

“Yeah, busy shift. Almost didn’t get out in time. I’d hate to miss the game.”

Toni walked around to get Samantha out of her car seat, and Zoe smiled and blew kisses at the grinning baby.

“Is Simon playing today?” Zoe asked.

Toni wrinkled her nose. “No, but Matt and A. J. are. Simon’s working. I couldn’t miss the two boneheads, and plus Sam loves her uncles to pieces.”

Zoe walked toward the bleachers with Toni, but her thoughts drifted. She hadn’t been able to get last night’s fantasy conversation with Chase out of her mind. An idea had taken root and now it refused to go away.

She shook her head, wondering how she’d manage to pull this off.

She was about to take a seat with some of the other wives and girlfriends when she heard her name. She looked up, holding a hand over her eyes to shield the sun.

Brody stepped out of the dugout and loped over to where she stood.

“Hey, glad you made it. We need you to play shortstop.”

“Where’s Chase?” she asked. She turned to the parking lot. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen his truck when she pulled up.

“He was called in. Captain has one out sick. We drew straws. He lost.”

Zoe rolled her eyes. “How badly did you and Tate cheat?”

Brody gave her an innocent look, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Before she knew what was happening, he was tugging her toward the dugout.

“Brody, wait! I can’t play.” She glanced down at her tank top and denim shorts. “I’m not dressed, for God’s sake.”

Brody paused long enough to send an assessing look down her body that had heat climbing over her ears.

“You’re perfect! Besides, if we start losing, we can use you for distraction purposes.”

She glared at him.

“Come on, Zoe. You’re a kick-ass shortstop. We need you.”

Tate Winslow stuck his head out of the dugout. “Come on guys, we’re taking the field.”