Page 21 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Sienna

“Good night,” I say, closing the door behind me.

Jackson insisted I be the one to put him to bed tonight, since I was still here. We read a couple of books before his eyes started to flutter closed.

I stand frozen in the hallway with my hand still on the doorknob. There’s just something about that kid. He’s adorable, and I love him already.

I know he doesn’t warm up to many people very quickly, so the fact that he has opened his heart to me so quickly seems significant.

“Everything okay?” Warren’s deep voice comes from behind me.

I turn around, facing him. “Yeah, I’m fine. He’s just pretty awesome.”

His smile is filled with so much love for his son, it makes my heart squeeze in my chest. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says.

I walk into his bedroom to pack up the rest of my stuff into the bag Tucker brought over. Tucker is sitting on the edge of the bed, while Grayson is leaning against the far wall.

My hands are just about to reach for my bag when Grayson’s voice stops me. “Are you really feeling better?”

“I am.” I feel even better now than I did this morning. “I’m tired, but I’m mostly back to normal.”

“Good,” Grayson says before his arms wrap around me, and his mouth crashes against mine.

He kisses me like it’s the only way he’ll get enough air to survive. Each gasp and nip at my bottom lip is filled with desperation.

It isn’t hard to reflect the same level of intensity. I just let myself feel everything for him I’ve been hiding since the day I found out he and my mystery man from Nashville were one and the same.

My clothes are quickly stripped away, and I’m lying in the middle of the bed. Tucker moves from the side of the bed and crawls up between my legs.

He presses gentle kisses from my ankle to the apex of my thigh. Just when I think his mouth will land where I desperately want him, he retreats to my ankle on the other side.

By the time he reaches my center, I’m so needy for him that I can barely stand it. The first swipe of his tongue over me makes my hips jolt against him. I start to moan but then think better of it.

Grayson leans over, resuming our kiss from a moment ago. One of his hands grips my hair, while the other caresses my torso. His lazy fingers make even more shivers spread through my over-sensitized body.

Tucker works his fingers inside of me, and it takes barely any time at all for him to send me into orgasmic bliss.

I’m still half dazed when Tucker and Grayson ease away from me, and then Warren is there.

I look up into his gorgeous brown eyes. He’s taken his glasses off. I get it because of what we are about to do, but I can’t say I’m not a little bummed.

Seeing him with them over the last couple of days was a major turn on. He said he only wears them at home, but I guess that means I just need to spend more time with him here.

Fuck. Casual, remember?

His callused thumb slides over my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I give him a small smile as I nod, trailing my hand down his tattooed muscles. I remember the shock I felt seeing him without a shirt for the first time.

Most of his back is covered by a grove of aspen trees. The trees are connected into a single root system that winds down his spine. He told me he got it after his divorce to symbolize starting over and establishing roots.

My hand continues its path from his chest down his right arm, where he has a large chrysanthemum tattooed across his forearm. He got it for Jackson because he was born in November.

He kisses me softly as he starts to ease into me. His size isn’t as much of a shock to my body as the first time, but he’s still huge. He takes his time, letting me adjust.

Even as he starts to move inside me, his rhythm is patient yet purposeful, just like his kisses. He’s so much bigger than me, but the way he’s holding me is nothing short of gentle reverence. It makes me feel like I’m precious in his eyes.

I don’t have time to think too much about it, though, because the orgasm he’s been building in me detonates out of nowhere. I pull him even closer to me.

My hands grapple at his back. He shudders his release inside of me, holding me like he never plans on letting me get very far away from him.

He nuzzles into my neck, mumbling something I can’t make out. He starts to pull back, but my grip around his neck remains.

His eyes lock with mine, and a tsunami of emotions slams into me. Fuck. Not those kinds of feelings.

He gives me one last passionate kiss before I finally release him. He pulls out of me, and I stare as he moves toward the bathroom.

I don’t look away until the other two men climb up onto the bed on either side of me.

“Hey,” Tucker says, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Hi,” I say, smiling up at him.

“Do you trust us?” Grayson asks.

My eyebrows pull together as I turn my head in his direction. “Yeah, I do.”

Saying the words, I realize how true they are.

“Would you want to have both of us at the same time?” Grayson asks.

“Like, one of you in my ass and—” I start, but Tucker cuts me off.

“Not in your ass this time, Sunshine. We don’t have any of your sexy butt toys here.”

I roll my eyes but pause. “Then what do you mean?”

They share a look. “What if we’re both in your pussy at the same time?” Grayson asks.

There’s no escaping the way my heart rate instantly speeds up at his words, a result of wariness and raging lust.

“Remember, you said you trust us,” Tucker says, angling my face back toward him. “We won’t hurt you. I promise. But if this isn’t something you want, we’re fine with that, too.”

I can’t deny I’m a little nervous, but the thought of them both sliding inside of me at the same time makes me even wetter than I already was after everything Warren and I just did.

“I want to try,” I tell them.

Tucker grins, giving me a quick peck on the lips. Grayson doesn’t move from his spot beside me, like he’s frozen.

“Snap out of it, Jones,” Tucker says as he shucks off the rest of his clothes.

Grayson blinks a couple of times. He glares at Tucker, but when he looks back at me, all the fight leaves his features.

He cups my face. “Sorry. I just got lost in my head.”

“Do you want to do this?” I ask him.

“More than you know, love.”

Tucker lies down beside me. He swings me over, so I’m straddling him. I moan as his grip on my hips helps me lower myself onto his length.

He groans, arching his head back into the pillows. “Come here,” he says on a heavy exhale.

I lean down until we’re chest to chest.

“Just move your hips against me. Do whatever feels good.”

I do as he says. My clit grinds against his pelvis with each circle of my hips.

I feel the bed shift behind us, and then Grayson’s hand smoothing up and down my back. I hear a cap click open. Then, one of Grayson’s fingers presses at my entrance where Tucker is already inside of me.

He doesn’t move any further, though, even when I press my hips back against him.

“Are you scared to touch my dick?” Tucker asks.

“No,” Grayson says.

“Then just do it. Our girl clearly wants it. Don’t you, Sunshine?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan, continuing to move my hips.

Slowly, his finger slides in. He quickly adds a second. I moan, grinding harder against the perfect stretch.

“I think she’s ready,” Tucker breathes out shakily.

Peeking over my shoulder, I see Grayson smirk as he pulls his fingers free. I immediately want them back—or maybe I don’t.

As soon as he squirts lube all over his cock, I know that’s what I want.

“Is Sienna the one that’s ready, or are you the one that’s about to blow your load before we even get to the main event?”

Normally Tucker would be snapping back at him with a witty remark, but he just grunts back a “fuck you” like he’s terrified to release his control for a single moment.

Grayson presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, and his cock is right there. He eases the tip inside. I gasp into Tucker’s neck as his hands caress up and down my spine.

“That’s it. Relax and let him in,” he whispers.

Grayson eases a little farther forward. I have to focus on continuing to breathe and stay relaxed. It isn’t an easy task with the building pressure inside of me, but there isn’t a single part of me that wants it to stop.

Tucker and I both groan, clutching onto each other as Grayson slides all the way inside of me. I have never felt this full, ever.

It definitely borders on pain, but with every breath I take, pleasure starts to bloom inside of me. I need them to move.

Our minds must be connected because Tucker rambles, “I can’t move much down here, man. I… I… move please.”

“Please, Grayson,” I whimper, trying to move my hips, but it’s kind of impossible right now.

Grayson’s hold on my hips tightens. He eases out a little bit before pushing back in. His pace is slow, but he goes a little further each time.

The stretch and pressure are so much. The feelings overwhelm everything else other than what they feel like inside of me.

Grayson picks up his pace, his hips gently grinding against my ass. Tucker lets out a string of rambled curses. I can tell he’s close.

“It’s like you’re fucking both of us,” Tucker groans.

Grayson growls behind me, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. His fingers slide through my hair, pulling me back toward him.

He leans forward until he’s pressed against my back. His free hand slams against Tucker’s mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” Grayson growls.

His hips are thrusting even harder because as much as he might not want to admit it, he is fucking both of us into oblivion right now.

He’s hitting nerve endings inside of me I never knew existed, but now I’m never going to be able to forget. My eyes lock with Tucker, and I see the exact moment he falls into pure bliss.

I’m mere seconds behind him.

My pussy clenches and quivers around them as the waves of pleasure roll through me. Grayson gently bites my shoulder as he stutters inside of me and comes.

None of us moves a muscle as our minds and bodies settle back into reality. We are nothing but a mess of sweat, sex, and pure ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” Grayson finally mutters.

Tucker says something, but I don’t understand, with Grayson’s hand still covering his mouth. He shifts his hand away with a mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Holy shit is right. That was…” he trails off. “I have no words.”

Grayson pulls away, and Warren is there pulling me off Tucker. He lays me back on the bed, cleaning me up with a washcloth.

“Did you like that?” he asks.

“What do you think?” I joke.

“I would say yes by how hard you came, but I just wanted to check.”

This guy. “It was amazing.”

He nods, and then he’s sliding his huge hoodie over my head. He helps me shimmy into a pair of panties before maneuvering the covers over me.

“Wait. I thought I was going to go home tonight,” I say, but don’t move from under the covers.

“Let me have just one more night with you in my bed,” Warren says, climbing in beside me.

I’ll sleep here every night if you want me to. Where did that thought come from?

Grayson and Tucker crawl under the covers as well. It’s a tight fit, but I get the feeling no one is willing to leave right now.

I snuggle against the pillow and the men surrounding me. My body is sore, but in the most delicious way possible.

With Warren’s earthy scent surrounding me, I fall into unconsciousness.