Page 14 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sienna

Warren sets the pen down, sliding the “contract” to the middle of the table. My gaze bounces between all of them because what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Tucker stands, holding out his hand for me.

Wait. Right now? I look like a slob.

He must sense my panic because he’s quick to calm my nerves. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, but I was thinking we could start slow. Give you a taste of what’s to come.” He gives me a wink. “Or maybe, we’re the ones getting a taste.”

I can feel the crimson color inching up my neck and over my face. Deep breath. You’ve got this.

My hand is shaking slightly as I slide it into his. He guides me up from the table and toward the couch in the living room.

I can hear the other two guys’ chairs scraping against the floor behind us.

Tucker kicks off his shoes and settles on the couch. Not really knowing what to do, I toe my shoes off.

When I go to sit beside him, he pulls me down until I’m straddling his lap.

“Relax,” he breathes, inching his hands under my sweatshirt. His fingers connect with the bare skin just above my leggings. “Take a breath. You’re the one in control, Sunshine. Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to.”

“I don’t want to be in control,” I blurt out.

A satisfied grin casts over his face. “Good to know.”

Grayson sits on the couch beside us. He’s far enough away not to be touching Tucker, but close enough that I could easily reach over and touch him.

“You might not want to call the shots when it comes to sex, but know that you are always the one with all the power in your hands,” Grayson says.

His stare is relentless until he sees the truth of his words sink in, and I nod.

Tucker’s thumbs start tracking side to side across my skin. Though it’s comforting, it also sets my nerves on fire.

One of his hands moves from my waist to the back of my head. He eases me forward until his lips press against mine.

The kiss is soft at first, but it doesn’t take long for us to lean into it. My fingers slide into his messy blond locks, anchoring myself to him.

His tongue slides against the seam of my lips as his hand moves from my hip to span the majority of my back.

I’ve barely been in his arms for a few minutes, and I already can’t get enough of it.

My hair is shifted off my neck, and then there’s a second set of lips ghosting over my neck. I gasp against Tucker as Grayson continues to kiss from my shoulder to just below my ear.

“That feel good?” Tucker asks. His lips are only a centimeter from mine.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can get out before closing the gap and kissing him once again. The sensation of them kissing me at the same time quickly turns me into a squirming mess on Tucker’s lap.

Both men pull back when I’m breathless from nothing more than that. “I think Warren wants to join in,” Tucker says, looking to his left.

My eyes follow his gaze to find Warren sitting in the chair off to the side of the couch.

He looks completely at ease, but there’s an intensity to his eyes that I haven’t seen before. “I’m fine to just watch, if that’s what you want.”

I glance down at the impressive bulge straining against his jeans. No, I guess he doesn’t mind. That’s not what I want, though.

I don’t want to have to imagine what kissing Warren Ryder is like anymore. I want to know in the marrow of my bones what it’s like to have his lips caressing mine.

My head starts shaking. “No,” I breathe out.

Tucker’s hands grip my hips again as he maneuvers me off his lap and onto Grayson’s. My back is flush against Grayson’s chest. I glance over my shoulder at him.

“Hey, love.”

“Hey,” I say, feeling the familiarity flow between us.

I still don’t know how I didn’t connect the dots of who he was that night years ago. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re here now.

He kisses my cheek, then helps me ease back until my head is resting against his shoulder.

“You’d better get over here, Warren,” Grayson says. I can feel his chest rumbling against my back with every word.

Warren stands, walking toward me. He doesn’t have to say a word; the look in his eyes alone is enough to make my pussy quiver with need.

He bends down until his face is right before mine. He doesn’t pay any attention to the fact that Grayson’s face is literally right next to mine.

I guess if I was wondering if they were really okay with sharing me, this would put my mind at ease.

Warren proves just how okay with it he is by pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It isn’t a wild, animalistic kiss where we are clawing at each other, but I feel the intensity behind it just the same.

He eases back and drops to his knees. His hands land on my leggings-covered legs, slowly sliding up until he reaches the crease between my hips and my thighs. His eyes search mine for any sign of hesitation.

He finds none because I have no reservations. I’ve never been with three men at the same time, but surprisingly, none of this feels wrong.

I figured I would be panicking at this point, but I’m just not.

His thumbs hook in the waistband, tugging them down. Grayson helps lift me up so Warren can slide my leggings off. He tosses them to the side along with my socks.

Grayson moves my legs so they’re resting over the outside of his. When he spreads his legs further apart, I’m left wide open before Warren in my yellow and orange thong.

“Of course it’s yellow,” Warren says, running his finger across the lace but not touching anywhere I really want him to.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“It’s your favorite color,” Warren says.

“How do you even know that?”

My mind flits through the few conversations we’ve had over the last couple of years, when we both moved here. No, I’m pretty sure I haven’t said anything.

“Warren pays attention to everything,” Tucker says from his same spot beside us on the couch.

Oh.

Warren runs his finger over my clit, and I gasp, my whole body locking up in anticipation. Even through the fabric of my panties, his touch quiets my mind, making me focus solely on him.

Or I should say their touch, because Grayson takes that moment to tilt my head to the side and resume his relentless kissing and nipping on my neck.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” Warren asks.

My mind is already a bit hazy, but I manage to get out a strangled, “Both.”

He grins, sliding my thong off. I love his smile.

But then his tongue moves up over the entirety of my pussy and I think I love that a whole lot more.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, bucking up against his face.

“Thatta girl,” I hear Tucker say.

Warren’s strong hands grip my thighs while his mouth works over my pussy. I am going to come embarrassingly quick like this.

Grayson’s fingers tilt my chin toward him until his lips are right there. His mouth grazes against mine.

A flood of all the kisses we shared that night storm through me. The way he groans into the kiss tells me he’s probably thinking the same thing.

Even though we only spent one night together, kissing him feels like coming home.

Warren flattens his tongue against my clit, increasing the pressure as he licks from side to side.

I bury my face in Grayson’s neck as my orgasm slams into me. I moan and writhe against Warren’s face as I continue to come and come and come some more.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he eases back. I’m completely boneless on top of Grayson. Even as spent as I feel, the sight of Warren licking me off his lips is almost enough to send me over the edge again.

“I think she’s got one more in her,” Grayson says. I glance up at him with wide eyes but nod. “Good girl.” He kisses my temple.

Why do those words make women a melted puddle on the floor? I don’t know, but that’s currently what I am.

Warren slides a single finger through my wetness before easing it into me. “So beautiful,” he says, barely above a whisper.

I’m so worked up, it doesn’t take long before he slides in a second finger. I watch as his fingers move in and out of me. I see Tucker’s hand move in until he’s gently caressing my clit.

After my previous orgasm, I’m already sensitive. His barely there touch is making my legs quiver.

Grayson’s hand slides down over my torso until he’s nudging Tucker’s hand farther down.

“So bossy,” Tucker says.

“Shut up and make her come,” Grayson orders, his fingers fluttering over my clit.

Warren and Tucker share a look, and the next time Warren eases his fingers out of me, Tucker slides one of his in alongside Warren’s.

My muscles clamp down around their fingers.

“Fuck,” Tucker groans as they slide in and out of me in perfect unison, like they’ve done this hundreds of times before.

My voice is shaky at best when I stammer, “I’m going to come.”

“Give it to us,” Grayson says.

That’s all it takes, and I fall into oblivion. I’m pretty sure I ramble as pleasure rocks through me, but I have no idea what I say.

I can’t comprehend anything other than the way my body feels.

I feel soft lips against my thighs, neck, cheek. A warm cloth is used to clean me up, and the whole time, Grayson remains a steady presence at my back. His arms wrap protectively around me.

I blink several times, bringing myself back to reality. I’ve never been so transported by an orgasm, especially from just foreplay alone.

Tucker is kneeling before me, starting to slide my underwear and leggings back on.

I jerk upright on Grayson’s lap, which makes him grunt. “What about you guys?” I can feel Grayson’s length pressing against my ass.

“Easing into it. Remember?” Tucker says.

He gets everything pulled up as far as he can while I’m sitting. Grabbing my hands, he helps me stand. He finishes pulling everything back into place and grabs my hands.

“We’ll get there,” he adds. “Tonight was just about you.”

“Did you guys plan that?” I ask.

They all laugh.

“No,” Grayson says, standing up beside me. “It just kind of happened.”

Warren steps in a little closer. “Was it good?”

My brows scrunch together at his question because is he serious right now? “Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Good,” he says with a subtle nod.

“I knew this could work,” Tucker says, still holding one of my hands. “You might need to work on your bossiness, though.” He points at Grayson with his free hand.

“And you might need to work on being less… well, you,” Grayson grumbles, which only makes Tucker laugh.

They made me come twice, and now they’re making me laugh, and all I can think is, this is the way sex is always supposed to feel.