Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (12 page)

She nodded, partially in a daze, her eyes unfocused. She was ready for him, no signs of apprehension. He used a condom and lube from his lockbox and then positioned himself behind her. The plug came out easily, signaling she was ready to be entered.

“I’m close,” she muttered. Her hands were braced on Darius’s chest, gripping handfuls of his shirt. Darius continued to ride her hard once he was down on his back.

Conall pressed her forward, shifting his knees between his friend’s legs for the best position. Tammy’s anus was slightly open from the toy, an erotic sight that made his cock even harder. “Wait for me, baby. I want to be inside you when you come.” He poised his erection and eased in. The glide was smooth thanks to the lube and her preparation.

“Fuck,” Darius grated as their cocks slid against each other, only a thin membrane separating them. Tammy groaned, her breathing heavy. The sun reflected off the light sheen of sweat over the feminine curve of her back. She was perfect—cute and petite, sexy and wanton.

“I want to come,” she said. “Give it to me hard.” Tammy turned on a switch in him, bringing out the beast. He pulled out and plunged back in, watching his cock disappear into her anus.

“Better?”

“God, yes.”

Darius smacked and grabbed her ass as they fought for leverage. They’d both gone off the deep end, fucking Tammy hard and fast. It still surprised him a tiny thing like her could take the two of them with no problem. There was no hesitation in her, her body almost limp as she encouraged them with her constant mewling.

He knew when her climb to release began. Her insides spasmed at random intervals, clamping down on his cock and then releasing it. Tammy’s breathing came out in short, rapid bursts, as if she was holding her breath, tensing, waiting. Then she exploded. She cried out, the sound carrying across fields. Darius came before him, his cock pulsing against his, swelling and then releasing.

Conall splayed his hand in her hair before grabbing a fistful. He tilted her head back as he wrapped his other arm around her stomach to anchor her as he fucked her. His balls pulled up tight as he felt his orgasm looming. Darius was spent, his lifeless body lying beneath her, his flaccid cock still in her cunt. Conall worked her tirelessly until he ejaculated. The resulting bliss pulled a deep groan from his gut. Sex had never been this good with any other woman and he imagined never would again.

He finally flopped down on his back next to Darius, and Tammy rolled down between them. They were all quiet but for their heavy breathing. The white clouds drifted lazily across the late-afternoon sky. If he stared long enough he swore the whole world slowed down.

“That was amazing,” said Darius after a lengthy silence. There was no tension between them, just exhaustion and a calming afterglow.

“Agreed,” he said.

“I wonder how many more times we can fuck before my assignment is over.” Tammy wasn’t the type of woman to curse. It didn’t sound right coming from her sweet mouth. There was something bitter in her tone, but he knew damn well she enjoyed every minute of the sex.

Darius rolled to his side, looking at him briefly before focusing on Tammy. “What’s wrong with you?” He stroked her hair. Rather than grow angrier, she took a cleansing breath and scrubbed her hand over her face. “You mad at one of us?”

She shook her head. “It’s not either of you. It’s just me.” Conall didn’t like that she sounded defeated. His urge to make everything better for her surprised him. His career required him to care for others, but this was different. “I’m not twenty years old anymore. I’m a woman, and have to live with my decisions.”

“You regret what we’ve been doing?” asked Conall.

Tammy turned and made eye contact, even reaching out to cup his cheek. “No. I regret that it has to end.”

* * * *

She didn’t want to become an emotional basket case in front of Conall and Darius, but a lot had transpired since she came to Station 23. It may have been a short time frame, but she’d done things she never dreamed of doing with her four men, even starting to open up to them. She’d finally begun to face her past, bit by bit, by being around the constant reminders of the fire which stole her parents. And she felt safe. For the first time since breaking it off with her ex, she felt protected, cared for.

But it was all an illusion. What man would say no to a woman willingly opening her legs? She was just the station tramp and would soon return to her old life at the
Heartland Tribute
and be forgotten.

“I won’t say I don’t like making love to you, Tamara, because it would be a lie. But that’s not all I care about.” Darius’s dark hair fell partially in his eyes. God, it was so unfair to want something so badly and know she couldn’t have it.

“Please don’t bother. Don’t tell me you care about me. I’ve been with you less than a week. A blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things.”

“It’s enough to know I haven’t been happier in years. A man needs a woman, and it’s not natural living without one. Especially at my age.”

“Aren’t you the one making your daddy proud? I’m pretty sure committing to a woman would go against some type of firefighter code, no?” She knew she was being snarky but couldn’t help herself. It was her own little pity trip. The unwelcome walk down memory lane when climbing the rope wall combined with the impossibility of a future with her four gorgeous firefighters had soured her mood.

Conall sat up, bracing one arm on the grass beside him. His forearm was thick with muscle, his tattoos peeking out from the sleeve of his shirt. “I know lots of station guys who are married or in serious relationships. It can work.”

There was no way he was offering. She knew his type. He talked about his many years working up north and his brief stint in the Maritimes. He was a wild card, a drifter who would likely feel stifled with the same woman every day of his life. Darius she wasn’t so sure. Although she could imagine him settling down, she knew he’d never give up his career for a woman. It was a part of who he was, and she’d never ask him to let it go. Then there were Jake and Aaron, two men she only envisioned as bachelors.

“You don’t have to console me,” she said. “I’m fine.”

Tammy sat up, cupping her breasts to regain a bit of dignity. She wished she had of just kept her big mouth shut and enjoyed her remaining week with the men.

Darius smiled, bringing out her hackles. This was her life she was discussing, not a game. “Do you really think I’ll let you walk out of my life when your time slot is over?” He laughed this time, a possessive sound which slithered through her body. “I’ve had the itch to find a woman of my own for years but fought it until now. The truth is I’m not getting any younger and it’s more important to me than anything to have what my parents had before it’s too late. I want to know love, share life with a woman who makes my heart beat a little faster. A woman like you, Tamara.”

What could she say to that? She wanted to believe him, but she had been let down so much in the past. Even her ex, Brian, had seemed like a great guy in the beginning. He turned out to be her worst nightmare. Tammy was terrified of giving over her heart only to be sorely disappointed again, left worse off than when she was single. “I can’t do this,” she said.

“Too bad.” Conall tilted her chin up. “Are you telling us this was only sex to you? You can go back to your life behind a desk and never think of us again?”

“Of course I’ll think of you!” she snapped. “I’ve been thinking about the four of you since long before I got my assignment. It’s forgetting that will be a challenge.”

Conall lowered his brow as if her argument didn’t make sense. “Then don’t forget.”

If only it were that simple.
She stood up and walked over to the partial fence to retrieve her skirt suit. As she danced into her clothes with as much self-respect as possible, both men joined her. She laughed and shook her head. “What’s your plan? Am I just going to move into the fire station and be your mascot like some freaking dalmatian?”

“You’d be our woman.” Conall tried to kiss her lips, but she pulled away. She had no right to be angry for something she allowed to happen, but a war waged inside her, making her volatile.

She tugged on her jacket, concealing her breasts by doing up two buttons. “This is ridiculous. I have a good job, peace, maybe a promotion coming up. And for once in my life I have some sense of security.”

“So who’s the one not wanting to commit?” Darius’s eyes darkened, something she recognized from herself. A self-preservation technique to avoid getting hurt—just turn off the emotion.

“I just don’t want to get hurt,” she whispered. Tammy felt drained. It would be so easy to collapse into Darius’s strong arms and let him fend off the world. But she had to take care of herself. She’d gotten this far on her own since running from Brian and had to keep strong, keep going forward.

They both surrounded her like two mountain ranges. The sun was choked out as they each held her, their hands roaming over her hair, back, and arms. “Who hurt you?” asked Darius. “Tell us.”

She had a feeling these were the type of men a person didn’t mess with. There was a hint of threat when he spoke which strangely aroused her. “An ex. A very crazy ex.”

“But he’s out of the picture now. You can’t live in the past, Tamara.”

What if the past continued to haunt her? She could have sworn she’d seen Brian’s face in the crowd near one of those garage fires. But she wasn’t certain. “It’s a long story, and it ends with a restraining order and moving apartments and jobs several times in just two years.”

“Why didn’t you tell us this before?” asked Darius.

“It’s not exactly something you blurt out to everyone you meet.”

He cupped her face. “I’d like to think we’re more than strangers.” She leaned into his touch even though she wanted to remain distant. The more she fell for these men the harder it would be to get over them. “Not every man is created equal. I promise I’d never make you regret giving me your heart.”

Darius’s sweet words only cemented the fact he deserved better. She had so much emotional baggage dating all the way back to her childhood. What she needed was some serious therapy—like a whole team of specialists devoted to her—not a new relationship.

“We’ll talk about this when we get back to the station,” said Conall. “Don’t push her. She’s obviously upset.”

They returned to the truck, trudging over the crisp, dry grass. Part of her wanted to blurt out for them to love her, protect her...forgive her. The other part refused to weaken but followed the course she’d set for herself to stay safe and advance her career. Tammy Palmer had no time for love. It was dangerous, painful, a gamble designed for younger woman too foolish to resist.

She looked out the window as they drove back along the country road on the outskirts of the city. The wide open fields were a relief to her eyes. She was only used to buildings obstructing her view. But they soon turned down the road which would bring them back into the city. She didn’t want to talk. It was so much easier hiding from her problems and skirting around reality and fantasy by giving into her wanton desires. But it wasn’t just sex, was it? Tammy was quickly losing herself to each of her four men. Each held a unique key to her heart, yet she continued to lock them out. Perhaps she felt hesitant to commit in a tangible way because not all four men wanted her equally. How could she start a relationship with one or two when she desired all four? It would be awkward and unfair to everyone. Or maybe she was terrified to reveal her childhood trauma, certain they would never understand since they were firefighters. Or was it love itself? She’d given up hope in the notion of happily ever after when things went sour with Brian—but maybe she was too hasty.

If Steph were there she’d tell Tammy to buck up and follow her heart’s desire. To stop moping and living in the shadow of her former self. She missed her best friend. It was times like these when she really needed another woman’s advice and listening ear. But she only had herself now, and her decisions and actions would affect the rest of her life.

“Did she tell you his name?” asked Jake.

“Brian Oxford. She says she got a restraining order, but it didn’t help.” Darius sat on the edge of his bed, fresh from the shower.

Jake didn’t like the idea of Tammy holding back because some asshole from her past had emotionally scarred her. Like Brad and Liam from the department always said, men who dared to abuse a woman should be locked up and given a taste of their own medicine. It seemed even criminals didn’t favor those who preyed on women and children. Jake couldn’t agree more.

“That’s the name,” said Aaron. “The guys from the department said the crank caller was a Brian Oxford from an area code two cities east of here. He’s got a record and spent a few years in and out of the psych ward.”

“They do anything about it?” asked Jake.

Aaron leaned over his knees. “They can’t. Unless he said something threatening, the most we can do is get his number blocked.”

“The hang-ups only started after Tammy moved in. He knows she’s here. Does he expect her to pick up the phone?” Conall paced the small room. Tammy was downstairs taking pictures of the fire trucks. There was no way they could tell her about this discovery. She was already terrified as it was. They’d have to deal with the little prick on their own.

The emergency siren began to wail. “Fuck,” he muttered. That alarm seemed to know exactly when not to go off. A personal nemesis.

“What else started since Tammy showed up?” asked Darius, a knowing look in his eyes.

He thought about it for a minute, and then everything fell together in his mind. “The garage fires. You think Oxford has something to do with them?”

“I’ll bet you any money he’s luring her to these locations because he knows she’ll be with us. What if this time’s different, and he manages to hurt her? I say we leave her here. He won’t expect that.” Conall was dressing as he spoke. Time was always of the essence when responding to an emergency. Jake knew too well how a few minutes could mean life or death. He bolted from the room, knowing full well he had to protect his woman.