Page 16 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sienna

OCTOBER

I crack my neck, trying to stay focused on the email I’m attempting to read for the fourth time. This is the part of my job that I hate.

Animals are the easy part. The paperwork, emails, grants, finances—that’s the stuff that I really could do without.

I have Hadley and a few other employees who are a huge help around here, but the majority of this type of stuff still lands on my shoulders.

Maybe I can eventually get an administrative assistant who can tackle some of these more unsavory tasks .

I hear the bell over the front door ring. Deciding the email is probably a lost cause, I make my way out of my office and to the front desk.

I come to a stop when I see all three of my men standing there.

I don’t know if I can call them my men at this point, but whatever. All of them have had some body part inside of me, whether it be their fingers or their cock.

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them again to make sure I’m not hallucinating. I wouldn’t put it past myself. I’ve been staring at that computer screen for way too long.

“I think we broke her,” Grayson says.

“We haven’t even done anything to break her in the good kind of way,” Tucker says with a smirk.

I guess they really are here.

“Hey,” I say, and my voice sounds like I haven’t used it all day. Lovely.

“Are you okay?” Warren asks. His features are lined with concern.

I swallow, trying to coat my throat. “I’m fine. I’ve just been staring at my computer for way too long.”

“So, you’re saying you need a break?” Tucker asks, taking a step closer to me.

“Maybe.”

“You have an office back there, right?” Grayson asks. His eyes are on the hallway behind me.

“Uh-huh.”

“I would very much like a tour of your office,” Tucker says. His eyes give off a far more seductive vibe than his words alone do. He grabs my hand. “Lead the way, my lady.”

I can’t help the smile that crosses my face as I pull him down the hallway to my office. It’s a smile I find myself wearing a lot of the time when I’m around him. It’s kind of an addictive feeling.

Walking into the small office, he immediately goes to sit in my office chair behind the wooden desk. The other two step in at my sides as Tucker twirls around in the chair.

“So, this is where you get to be all big boss lady,” Tucker says.

I snort out a laugh. “Not really, but if that’s the fantasy you want to hold onto, I won’t kill your dream.”

He closes his eyes, clearly envisioning something. Knowing him, it’s probably some sexual fantasy featuring me as a badass boss bitch.

“Your fucking ridiculous,” Grayson groans.

Tucker keeps his eyes shut. “Ridiculous or genius?”

“You both need to shut the fuck up,” Warren grumbles.

I hear the door click closed behind me. Then, strong arms wrap around my shoulders. A feather-light kiss is pressed to the side of my head.

I lean my head back against Warren’s chest. “Hey,” I whisper, tilting my head to the side so I can look back at him.

He spins me around in his arms until we are face to face, then leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss feels like he’s reaching inside of me and giving my heart a tug.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you again since the other night at the carnival,” he whispers against my mouth.

At least I’m not the only one who was feeling that way.

I smile, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. A single finger trails down my back over my shirt.

“Are you ready to explore a little more?” Grayson asks. The words are spoken a breath away from my ear, sending shivers through my whole body.

My mind briefly focuses on the fact that I’m at work. With them so close, I don’t have the willpower to give it much attention, though.

“I can go lock the front door and change the sign to closed,” Tucker says.

I was going to close soon, so that makes sense. “Sure.”

The men I’m sandwiched between shuffle to the side. Tucker sneaks out beside us.

I’m turned around again, so now I’m facing Grayson. He slides one hand into my hair, which is down today.

The kiss is deep and demanding. He presses into me, until my back is plastered against the solid wall of muscle behind me.

Only when Tucker walks back in the room and the door snaps shut behind him does Grayson pull away from the kiss. Warren’s grip on my hips is the only thing that keeps me upright.

Grayson retreats until the backs of his legs hit my desk. He casually perches on the edge of the desk, his legs extended out in front of him.

“Get her clothes off,” he says. “And I swear to fuck, Tucker, if you say one thing about me being bossy…” He trails off, glaring at Tucker, who forces his expression to look innocent. “I am your actual boss, so…”

“Fine, fine,” Tucker says. “You like to be in charge. I get it. It seems like our girl here likes it too, so I’ll go with it.” He steps in front of me, reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I lean in, whispering in his ear. “I don’t think you mind it either.”

A shudder runs through him, but he doesn’t say anything as he peels my shirt over my head. He tosses it so it smacks Grayson in the face.

Warren and Tucker work in tandem until I’m standing between them completely nude.

“Is she ready for us?” Grayson asks.

Warren runs a finger between my breasts and over my stomach until he reaches my pussy. My legs squeeze around his hand as his fingers slide through my wetness.

He pulls his finger away and holds it up so the other two men can see my glistening arousal clinging to his skin. I peek over my shoulder as Warren brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean.

“Just as perfect as I remember,” he mutters.

“Fuck,” Tucker grunts. He starts unbuckling his jeans and kicking off his shoes. “My dick is so hard right now. These jeans are killing me.”

I stare while he peels off his shirt, leaving only his gray boxer briefs. I can see why the jeans were painful. His dick is straining against his underwear, begging to be let out.

I can only focus on his dick for a few second because the rest of him is there and pleading for my attention.

He’s narrower than the other men in the room, but his muscles are impressive. He also has a perfect trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his boxers that makes my mouth water.

“My eyes are up here, Sunshine,” he says, catching me ogling him.

My head cocks to the side. “You have a problem with me staring at you?”

He laughs. “No, stare all you want. I love having your eyes on me.”

“What if my mouth was on you instead?”

What is it about these guys that makes me feel more emboldened than I ever have before?

“Fuck yes,” Tucker says, sliding his boxers down.

My mouth waters even more because his dick is perfect. It’s almost pretty, if that’s a thing that can be said about dicks. I guess Tucker is pretty, so it makes sense.

I look around the office, realizing Tucker and I are completely naked, while Warren and Grayson are both still fully clothed. I don’t know why this makes me laugh, but I can’t help the giggle that bursts from my throat.

“Are you laughing at his dick?” Grayson asks, laughing himself.

My eyes shoot up to Tucker. “No. No, I swear.” My hand waves around the room. “I was just laughing at how we all look right now. Half-naked. Half fully dressed.”

He doesn’t quite look like he believes me, so I wrap my hand around his length. My hand slowly slides up and down.

“I think your dick is perfect. I’m definitely not laughing at it.”

He lets out a choked noise from deep in his throat.

“Get on the chair, Sienna, on your knees,” Grayson tells me, pointing to one of the chairs in front of my desk.

I let my hand fall away from Tucker’s dick. Warren helps me up onto the chair. I’m on my knees, leaning over the back of the chair.

Tucker walks over until his dick is right there in my face. My tongue darts out, lapping at the moisture beading at the tip.

I feel strong hands on my ass cheeks. I moan as I take the tip of Tucker’s length in my mouth while Warren slides two fingers over my clit. They circle with a steady rhythm that makes me buck my hips against him.

“Want more?” he asks.

I pull off Tucker’s dick. “Yes, please.” I quickly dive back in, sliding down further this time. Tucker groans, his fingers sliding into my hair.

“You heard her. Give our girl what she wants,” I hear Grayson say, even though I can’t see him right now.

I shudder in a breath, feeling two of Warren’s fingers slide in.

“I want you inside of me,” I groan, coming up for air.

Warren’s soft, raspy chuckle reaches my ears. “I need to stretch you out a bit, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. Please just fuck me.”

“You should probably listen to him,” Tucker says, angling my face up to look at him. “I’ve seen him at work after he’s taken a shower. I think this is in your best interest.”

What the fuck does that mean?

He must see the confusion still on my face. “He has a huge dick.”

Oh. Ohh…

Warren slowly adds a third finger as he continues to work me open. I lick over up one side of Tucker’s dick and down the other. I can feel my orgasm building within me, but this isn’t enough. I need something more.

“You’re ready,” Warren says, sliding his fingers out of me.

There’s a shuffle of movement behind me, and then one of his knees lands on the chair beside me. The tip of his cock slides through my wetness.

He starts to ease in slowly, and immediately, I can feel how big he is.

His hand gently caresses down my spine. “If it’s too much, just tell me. We can always stop.”

I inhale deeply as he slides a little further in. “No, please don’t stop.”

I take Tucker back into my mouth as Warren eases in ever so slowly. He pauses to let me adjust the whole way.

So full.

“Are you all the way in?” I ask when he pauses for a little bit longer.

Grayson chuckles. “He’s only about halfway in, love.”

My head snaps to look over my shoulder at the man in question. “What the hell? Halfway? I can’t take any more. I just can’t.”

“Am I hurting you?” Warren asks. His eyes look almost pained.