Page 57 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

Sienna

I can’t help but laugh as my head dangles right next to Grayson’s ass. I’m slung over his shoulder as he jogs up the stairs.

“What are you doing?” I squeal, smacking his firm ass.

“You know damn well what we’re doing,” he says, tossing me on the bed.

I smirk up at him as he reaches behind his back with one hand, peeling his T-shirt off.

“Thank fuck we showered before we came home. I can’t wait a second longer knowing you’re going to be ours for the rest of my life,” he growls, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down his legs.

Suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore.

Tucker turns the volume up on the baby monitor, setting it on the dresser across the room.

Warren walks in, typing on his phone. “They’re still going to be fishing for a while,” he says, setting his phone down. “We’ve got time.”

“Good,” Grayson says, crawling over me. His lips fuse to mine. I relax into the mattress as his entire being surrounds me.

His lips move across my jaw and neck. Over his shoulder, I watch as my other two men strip down. They’re both so fucking gorgeous. It’s hard to fathom.

Grayson leans back on his knees between my spread thighs. Without moving his eyes from where they’re locked on me, he slides off my leggings and underwear.

Tucker leans down from where he’s standing beside the bed. His kiss is a breath against my lips.

I want more. But he doesn’t give it to me, at least not right away.

His hands slide up under my oversized T-shirt. I cringe when his palms graze across my stomach.

I don’t hate my body. It created Mia. I don’t look the same as I used to, though, especially my stomach.

“Don’t do that,” Warren says, crawling closer to me from the opposite side of the bed. “You’re gorgeous.”

“But…” I start. Grayson presses a finger over my lips, stopping me.

“We are all hard as fuck right now, Sienna. I’m pretty sure all of us are more attracted to you than we’ve ever been, and that’s saying something,” Grayson says, pressing the heel of his palm against his cock that’s straining against his boxers.

A quick glance to each side shows that Warren and Tucker are both painfully hard, too.

“Okay,” I whisper, starting to believe what they’re saying.

If I’m beautiful through their eyes, then maybe I need to learn to see things from their point of view.

Tucker peels my shirt over my head, and I’m naked. They all stare down at me for several long heartbeats before I grab Warren.

With my hand wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull him down until his lips meet mine. The kiss consumes me, tingles spreading through my body.

“Please,” I whimper.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” Warren breathes out. His mouth is centimeters from mine.

This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex since I got clearance at my postpartum appointment last week. They were sweet and attentive.

Today I want—no, need— something different.

“Please don’t be gentle,” I say quietly, but I know all of them heard.

Warren eases back, studying my face.

“I’m not a fragile piece of glass. I just want to feel like myself again,” I say.

“So, you’re saying you want to have some fun,” Tucker says with the devious smirk he wears so well.

I smirk back. “Yes.”

“Then I have a plan,” he says.

“Why are you always coming up with these plans?” Grayson groans.

“Because they’re good plans,” Tucker says, walking toward the walk-in closet. He points between Grayson and me. “More eating pussy and less talking.”

Grayson glares at him. Tucker just gives me a wink over his shoulder.

“I’m doing this because I want to, not because he told me to,” Grayson says, spreading my legs further apart.

“Mmhmm,” I mumble, trying not to laugh because I’m pretty sure making him mad now would result in me not having his tongue on my pussy.

I really need that. I need to come.

“Fuck,” I groan as he runs his tongue over me. A bolt of pleasure crashes through me when he reaches my clit.

He continues licking and sucking until I feel like I’m going to combust. Then Warren sucks one nipple into his mouth, pinching the other.

I’m done. I spiral into a pool of pure bliss.

“I love watching you come,” Warren groans against my ear.

Grayson shifts over on the bed, leaving room for Tucker to crawl between my legs. I catch a glimpse of what he’s holding—lube and a pink butt plug.

“You said you wanted to have fun,” Tucker says, waggling his eyebrows at me.

“Yes,” I say eagerly. I’ve been wanting this with them for a long time.

“Roll over, Sunshine,” Tucker says.

Careful not to kick him in the face, I roll over onto my stomach. He maneuvers me so my legs are bent underneath me. My ass is on full display for him.

“So perfect,” Tucker says quietly.

He presses several kisses to each ass cheek before cool liquid slides down my crack. His fingers gently massage around my hole. Every instinct inside of me says to tense up, but it feels so good.

The tip of the plug presses against me. I relax, doing my best to let him in.

“Good girl,” Tucker whispers as the plug eases inside of me. It isn’t large, but I haven’t done this in a while.

I moan with the combined effect of his words and the plug sliding all the way inside of me.

“Good?” Grayson asks.

“Uh-huh,” I whimper, reaching in his direction with grabby hands.

He laughs, lying down beside me. His muscles ripple as he lifts me on top of him. The movement makes the plug shift inside me, and my eyes pop wide.

“Hey,” he says, kissing my cheek.

“Hey,” I say, smiling down at him.

He lifts my hips, easing me onto his cock.

“Yes,” I rasp out, while Grayson curses under his breath.

“Not gentle tonight. Right?” he asks, his voice filled with lust.

“Right,” I say, kissing his neck.

“Then hold on, baby.”

I barely have time to grip his shoulders before he’s pounding into me from below. His thrusts are relentless. Within seconds, I’m already teetering on the edge.

Suddenly, a buzzing starts in my ass. It’s soft at first, then it intensifies.

“Oh fuck,” Grayson roars, his whole body tensing below me.

I bury my face in his neck as I come. My ass clenches around the plug. My pussy clamps around his cock that’s still pounding inside of me.

He shudders, coming inside of me. I collapse against Grayson’s chest. The buzzing stops, but no one removes the plug.

“That was…” Grayson trails off, not able to formulate the rest of his thought.

“I forgot it did that,” I say.

“I won’t be able to forget now,” Grayson says, his chest vibrating with laughter below me. His hand runs up and down my back. “You ready for round two?”

“Round three,” I grumble. “I already came twice.”

“These other two have some catching up to do.” Grayson laughs.

Warren lies down beside us. He holds his hands out toward me. I press my lips to Grayson’s one last time before crawling off of him and onto Warren.

He tucks some of my loose curls behind my ear. “You ready for me?”

I nod, biting my lip. I reach behind me, gripping his cock at the base. He hisses out a breath as I position him at my entrance and slide down. I brace my hand against his chest as my hips grind against him.

Tucker gently presses his palm between my shoulder blades. “Bend over a little, baby.”

I do as he says, taking the opportunity to kiss Warren. I gasp against his mouth when the plug slides free. I feel empty, which is insane because I currently have a very large dick inside of me.

More cool liquid is spread over me before Tucker’s slick cock is right there.

“You sure you want this?” Tucker asks.

“Yes, please. Just do it,” I say, rocking back against him.

I still my movements as he starts to ease past the ring of muscle. I focus on letting my body relax and let him in.

“Breathe,” Warren soothes from below me. He cups the side of my face, making me look at him.

I let out a heavy exhale. My body melts into Warren, giving Tucker the chance to slide the rest of the way in.

I start to say something, but it comes out a garbled nonsense. I’m in sensory overload right now.

They both hold still, giving me a minute to adjust.

“Please,” I mumble into Warren’s neck.

Tucker starts to gently rock in and out. Warren’s hips grind up against me. The pressure on my clit is exquisite. A shiver races through me.

Tucker’s grip on my hips tightens as he starts thrusting harder, deeper.

Warren’s fingers thread through my hair, holding me where I am against his shoulder. “You feel so good,” he groans.

Their movements are perfectly in sync, fucking me within an inch of my life.

“Gonna come,” I mumble.

Tucker leans over me, his hot breath hitting my ear. “Come for us, baby.”

His hips jerk against me, hitting just the right spot. Stars dance across my vision as I’m transported to another reality.

I’m floating with only the ripples of pleasure tying me to reality. I’m faintly aware of both men tensing as they reach their own release.

I can’t move a single muscle, but why would I want to? I’m trapped between two men who are going to be my husbands someday soon.

My heart thuds almost painfully in my chest at how much I love these men.

Tucker presses a kiss to my shoulder.

My eyes catch on Grayson, who’s lying beside our heap of sweaty bodies. His hand slides over mine, our fingers weaving together.

“Don’t go yet,” Warren says, wrapping his arms around me.

“Never,” I whisper because I’m not. I’m not going anywhere.

These men are my family. My life. The love I never knew I would find, but somehow did. And now I’m never letting it go.