Page 25 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Tucker

“Boo,” a familiar female voice comes from behind me as her hand presses against the small of my back.

I turn around, seeing Sienna standing there. She looks tired, but she’s gorgeous as always.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I tell her.

She grins, then leans a little to the side, seeing Grayson and Warren standing behind me. Her eyes rake over all our uniforms.

“What are all of you doing in here?” she asks, waving her hand around the coffee shop. “I saw the firetruck parked out front.”

Grayson steps closer. “We had to get gas for the truck, and the guys wanted to get coffee on the way back.”

She smirks. “But why are all three of you in here? I saw some of the guys still in the truck.”

“Were you looking for us?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she says with a noncommittal shrug.

“Uh-huh, sure,” I say. “I came in to get everyone’s coffee. Warren came along to help carry all of it.” I point to Grayson. “Boss man here just had to tag along because he thought I was going to mess up everyone’s orders.”

“Not everyone’s,” Grayson grumbles. “Just mine.”

“It’s not that hard to order a plain-ass black coffee.”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t be, but I’m sure you could find a way to mess it up.”

Sienna tries to keep from smiling as her eyes volley between the two of us. Finally, she looks over to Warren.

“How do you put up with these two?” she asks him.

He shrugs, stepping past Grayson and me until he’s right in front of her. He pulls her in for a one-armed hug. I can tell he wants to do more, but he refrains.

“I have practice dealing with kids,” he says with his usual straight face.

Sienna’s eyes widen as she laughs. “Did you just make a joke?”

He shrugs, stepping back from her.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her.

She groans. “I can’t seem to stay awake this week. I needed a second cup to get me through the afternoon. I thought maybe the go-go juice from here would have more oomph.”

All three of us guys start chuckling.

“Did you just call it go-go juice?” Grayson asks.

Her eyes narrow. “Yes. And?”

He holds up his hands in front of his chest. “Nothing. Just clarifying.”

“Well, consider it clarified,” she snarls.

Wow. Feisty.

We place our large order of coffees, including Sienna’s. Much to her displeasure, none of us was going to let her buy her own cup.

When we move over to the far side of the counter to wait for our order, Sienna spots her grandma and Martha sitting at one of the small tables.

“Oh, hey, Gram.” She bends down, giving her a hug. She moves to the other side of the table, giving Martha one too.

“I was going to give you crap about having a secret boyfriend, but I can’t decide which one of these fine firefighters you’re actually seeing,” Louise says.

A blush creeps up Sienna’s cheeks as she fights to keep her face neutral. “I’m not dating any of them, Gram. We’re just friends.”

“That may be true, but they are sure friends you want to climb like a fire pole.” Louise smacks her hand against the table. “I guess that fits with the whole firefighter thing.”

“Oh my god, Gram. Please stop talking.”

Martha chuckles. “Maybe you should listen to her this one time, Louise.”

Sienna couldn’t look more relieved when the barista says our order is ready. She scurries to the counter, grabbing her cup.

“Bye, Gram. I’ll talk to you later,” she says over her shoulder before booking it to the door.

The three of us say our awkward goodbyes. We catch up to her just before she slides into her car, that’s parked right behind the firetruck.

“Come to the firehouse,” I tell her quietly.

“What? Why?” she questions.

“For some fun,” I say, emphasizing the last word.

“Won’t you guys get in trouble?” she asks, looking over all three of us.

I point to Grayson. “He’s literally the boss, so as long as he gets to come, I’m pretty sure we’ll be okay.”

“The number of times I want to hit you throughout the day is astounding,” Grayson grumbles.

“Park in the alley, and one of us will let you in the back door,” Warren tells her. “We can get you up to Grayson’s office without anyone seeing.”

Of course he’s the rational one in this situation.

“Why has my office been chosen for this mission?” Grayson asks.

“Are you complaining?” I ask, giving him an “ are you kidding me” look.

He shakes his head. “No, never mind.” He looks right at Sienna. “You’re always welcome in my office. Whether it be for sexy reasons or literally any other reason.”

That was a little serious.

They stare at each other for a beat.

“Okay. Text me when you’re at the door.” With that, she slides into her seat, closing the door.

Warren and Sienna slip inside Grayson’s office. Grayson, and surprisingly Warren, insisted that I not be the one to sneak her up. They both said it would be way too suspicious, since I’ve been known to pull pranks from time to time.

I only agreed to let Warren do it because he’s so big, and if anyone stumbled upon them, she could just hide behind him like a big tree.

Sienna looks around. “I didn’t know you had a bedroom in here, too,” she says, looking through the adjoining door that leads to his private sleeping quarters.

“Captain perks,” I say.

“Hmm,” she hums, walking into the bedroom area. We all shuffle in until we’re standing around the bed.

“I don’t mean to rush things, but we could get called out at any time,” Grayson says.

Sienna nods a few times before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She kicks them off, along with her boots.

We all stand there, transfixed, as she takes off her coat and sweater, until she’s standing there in just a matching bra and panty set. The bright pink lace is a beautiful contrast to her creamy, pale skin.

“Hands and knees on the bed,” Grayson says. His tone is low, leaving no room for questions.

She crawls up on it, and he guides her so she’s positioned across the bed.

I step in behind her. My hands grip her delicious ass. She whimpers when I trail a finger over the already damp lace covering her pussy.

Not wanting to waste time, I slide her panties down until they’re right above her knees.

I slide my fingers through her folds. They come away soaked in her arousal.

“I guess you liked the anticipation of this little rendezvous,” I say before licking my fingers clean.

She gives me a heated glance over her shoulder, then turns back to the two men she has before her.

I quickly pull down my pants and boxers just enough to free my rigid cock. I notch the head at her entrance.

Her moan has me diverting my gaze from the mesmerizing sight of my cock being surrounded by her tight heat. She’s leisurely stroking Grayson while her tongue runs up the length of Warren’s cock.

Gripping her hips, I slam all the way in. She moans loudly, but it’s muffled by the head of Warren’s cock.

We all must sense the urgency of the moment because all our movements quicken. There’s an unspoken race to see who can reach the finish line faster.

I slam into her harder. My thrusts force her mouth down Grayson’s length, which she now has in her mouth.

A smart-ass remark about me using her to fuck him pops into my head, but I don’t voice it out loud. He would murder me, and that would stifle the vibe we’ve got going right now.

I’m not attracted to Grayson, but messing with him is a hell of a lot of fun. We’ve always bickered back and forth like this at work. It has just ramped up a lot since all of this started with Sienna.

It always seems to make Sienna smile when we’re bickering, and who am I to deny that girl anything that makes her smile.

Warren may act like the indifferent dad who’s irritated by our antics, but I think he finds it amusing, too. Most of the time .

Sienna pops off Grayson’s cock. “Touch me, Tucker. Please,” she sighs before switching gears. She shifts her position, taking Warren in her mouth this time.

Like I said, who am I to deny her anything?

One of my hands slides from her hip to her swollen bundle of nerves. I press two fingers against it, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. She’s close.

I adjust my angle, hitting a spot I know will take her straight to heaven. My hips slam against her as my fingers start to slowly caress her clit.

She moans around Warren’s cock, which must send him over the edge. He holds her head in place as he shudders.

I spit, watching it slide down the crease of her ass. With my hand that’s not massaging her clit, I use my thumb to circle her tight ring of muscle that’s just staring right at me as I fuck her.

She said she likes anal play, and I kind of want to test that right now.

She locks eyes with me over her shoulder. “Fuck. Yes. Please.” Each word is a breathy pant, a plea for me to force her orgasm out of her.

Now that’s a challenge I’m ready to accept.

I ease my finger inside of her, and she convulses around me. Her pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock. Her ass clenches around my thumb.

I can only imagine how it would feel for her to come around my cock while I’m buried in her ass.

That thought sends me spiraling with her. I fold in half on top of her as my body quakes with release.

Through the one eye I still have open, I see Grayson’s release coat both his and Sienna’s hands that are currently wrapped around his cock.

We let ourselves bask in the post-orgasm bliss for a moment before the room is a flurry of cleaning up and putting on our clothes.

“I’ll walk you out,” I tell Sienna. I shoot a glare at both Grayson and Warren before they can object. They both sigh but keep their mouths shut.

She gives them both a quick kiss before linking her fingers through mine. I peek out into the main living area, seeing that it’s still clear.

I guess Grayson’s plan of having the other guys organize the supply room downstairs really worked.

Warren and I are going to need to make quick work of cleaning up the pantry because that’s what we’re supposed to be doing right now.

It was well worth it, though, for the girl whose hand is still in mine as we quietly sneak down the back staircase. I look through the back door, making sure no one is in the parking lot.

“I can make it from here,” she tells me when I start to walk with her to her car.

I give her hand a squeeze. “I’m walking you to your car.”

We sneak along the side of the building and up the narrow alley to where her car is parked. I suddenly feel like a teenager who’s about to get caught sneaking in after curfew.

She leans back against the driver’s side door, looking up at me. “That was fun. I think I’m more awake now,” she says with a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there when we ran into her at the coffee shop.

I step in closer, so our bodies are pressed together. “I’m glad we could be your very own cock-flavored energy drink.”

“Where do you come up with this shit?” she laughs, resting her cheek against my chest.

My arms wind around her. “I have no idea. I’m pretty sure I was just born this way.”

She hums against me but doesn’t make any move to separate herself from our embrace.

Finally, she tilts her head back. “Well, I like all the parts of you, your weird-ass humor included.”

Her words make my heart squeeze in my chest. An ache radiates through me that feels an awful lot like longing—and something more that makes me want to sprint away in the opposite direction.

I deflect with another joke that makes her giggle as I help in into her car, but the look she gives me in the mirror as she pulls away has my brain rioting.

This was fun. It’s supposed to be just fun.

My heart shouldn’t be longing to hold onto her… For what? Forever?

I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. I don’t do relationships. Everything I do is light and fun with no commitment in sight. And I definitely don’t do anything within the realm of…

I can’t even make myself think the four-letter word.

Fun. This has to stay in fun territory. I can’t do more. It will hurt far too much.

I can’t have someone else leave me.

They always leave.