Page 13 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)
CHAPTER TWELVE
Grayson
“Did you really just pull out paper and pens?” Tucker asks, eyeing me warily.
I set everything down on my dining table. “What? We have things we need to discuss and figure out. We aren’t just diving into something like this without laying down some ground rules.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve done it before without any ground rules, and I’m still standing here.”
“That was with one other guy. Plus, as far as I know, it was only ever a one-night thing. Right?”
“Right.”
“This could potentially be more than that.”
“I get it. Believe me, I do, but you need to relax. Just let it all go sometimes.”
Easier said than done.
There’s a soft knock at the door. I pull the door open to find Sienna standing there in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt.
I don’t know what I was expecting her to wear, but I’m loving this look on her. Her hair is pulled back from her face in a messy ponytail that just showcases how naturally beautiful she is.
I don’t even think she has any makeup on. I love that she just is who she is, no apologies.
“Hey,” I say, holding the door open wider for her to come in.
“I can’t believe you are making this a whole thing we have to do,” she huffs, walking past me.
Just as I’m about to close the door, I see Warren pull his truck to a stop out front. He jogs up the steps and into the house.
“Sorry, Jackson wouldn’t go to sleep tonight. I didn’t want to leave until he was out, so it would be an easy night for the babysitter,” he says.
Sienna’s face softens when she looks at Warren.
What the fuck? Why does he get that look? Just because he’s a dad. I mean, he’s a great dad, but that’s not the point.
Tucker holds up the paper and pens I set on the table. “Mr. Organized got everything set up over here.” His tone is dripping with derision.
We’re going to be lucky if we make it through this night without me punching him in the face, apparently.
“Wow,” Sienna mouths, but she pulls out one of the chairs and takes a seat. The rest of us follow suit, sitting around the round table.
“I know you guys think this is ridiculous, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” My eyes focus on Sienna.
She inhales loudly but nods her head.
“Do you want this to be a one-night thing or for it to go on longer?”
She bites her lip. “Longer, I guess.”
I nod. “Is there anything you aren’t comfortable doing at all?”
Her eyes dart around the room, like she’s searching for answers. “Is it okay if I say I don’t really know?”
“Of course it’s okay,” Warren says, resting his hand over hers on the table.
“How about we just say we will all be open and honest with each other?” Tucker says. “If anything comes up that any of us don’t want to do, we won’t do it.”
We all nod in agreement.
“Same goes for if any of us want the whole thing to stop,” I add. They all agree.
“Have any of you done this before?” Sienna asks. “Like had a threesome or foursome, I guess?”
Warren and I both shake our heads. She turns to look at Tucker, who’s nodding. She doesn’t seem that surprised.
I wasn’t either when I found out. Tucker has always been open about all things sex related. Sometimes it drives me up a wall, but it’s also something I admire about him. I wish I could be as carefree about things as he is.
“I had a few threesomes in college,” Tucker says. “They were all just one-night stands.”
Sienna looks like she’s fighting the slight blush on her cheeks. “Two guys or two girls?”
Tucker smirks. “Two guys.”
She nods. This plan of his is probably making a lot more sense to her now.
“Don’t think that I’m an expert with all of this, though,” Tucker adds.
I let out an incredulous exhale. “We will definitely not be doing that.”
“Jackass,” he grumbles under his breath.
Sienna is quick to defuse the tension. “What about condoms?” she asks. “I’m on the pill, so…”
“That’s up to you,” Warren says. His hand is still covering her much smaller one.
She opens her mouth, but no words come out.
“We all have the option to get tested regularly through the department. The last time was only a month ago. I can’t speak for these two, but I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Same,” Warren says.
Everyone turns to look at Tucker.
“Why are you all staring at me? I was clean, too. Damn.”
“Have you done anything since then?” Sienna asks almost warily, like she’s afraid he’ll say yes.
He shakes his head. “No, I haven’t. I swear.”
“I believe you,” she says with a small smile. She looks around at each of us. “No condoms, then.”
My dick twitches at the thought of sliding into her bare, getting to feel all of her pressed against me, skin to skin.
Fuck. Focus.
“No condoms, then,” Tucker says, grinning like a fool.
Sienna speaks up again. “I think we should keep this between the four of us.”
We all mumble our agreement. If that’s what she wants, then we will all oblige.
“Anything else?” I ask.
Warren and Tucker both shake their heads.
“No one falls in love,” Sienna says. “This is just friends with benefits. Just fun.”
Right. Just fun.
I jot down our list of agreements.
Project “Make Sienna Like Sex Again”
Communicate about what we all want and don’t want along the way
Respect each other’s boundaries
Keep this a secret
Don’t fall in love
I sign my name across the bottom of the page, then slide it over to Sienna. She reads over the list. Grabbing a pen, she adds her much prettier signature below mine. Tucker and Warren follow suit.