Uniform Fetish: Men Of Station 23 Part 3

He started to walk away. "By the way, if you plan to bunk with Aaron again, be a doll and let me know. I'd prefer to sleep in my own room if you're not going to use it."

Before she could retort, he was gone. She stomped her foot like a child, her fists clenched. She wasn't f.u.c.king Aaron. Last night had been a vulnerable time for her, reminding her of the parents stolen from her when she was young. Normally, she kept all those old hurts locked up, but for some reason they held extra power after the emergency call. All she wanted was a little comfort, to not feel alone in the world. It had nothing to do with s.e.x. Nothing at all.

Darius tugged on a fresh T-s.h.i.+rt while facing the lower bunk where Aaron still lounged. "So..."

"What?"

"Don't f.u.c.k with me today, cowboy. What are you doing with that girl? She's not one of your bar-trolling tramps."

He sat in his bunk, swinging his legs around. "Look, she came to me. And I was a perfect gentleman. Ask her if you don't believe me."

"So now she's no different than one of your three little sisters?"

Aaron smirked. "I wouldn't go that far. But there is something to be said about having a hard-on all night and not acting on it."

They both laughed. Darius tossed a hand towel at his friend before leaving the room. It was cleaning day, and the sun was s.h.i.+ning. He'd open the bay doors and let the fresh air in when they washed the trucks. First he had to find their little journalist before she got herself into more trouble.

Conall was in the gym, as usual. Jake said he hadn't seen her. He checked all the common areas and still nothing. Had she given up already? Had one of the guys said or done something inappropriate?

As he leaned against one of the trucks, the door opened, capturing his attention. Tamara struggled to open the door with her back as she balanced two trays of coffee. He dashed over and took her load.

"I was looking for you," he said.

"You remember me-Tim Hortons addict. I bought black coffee for everyone because I didn't know what you liked." She held up a small brown bag. "I have cream and sugar, though."

They walked to the kitchen, side by side. Today she'd skipped the skirt suit and heels in exchange for jeans and a T-s.h.i.+rt. It looked good on her. She was no longer just a businesswoman on a.s.signment, but real, down-to-earth, a woman he could invest in. But couldn't. It was difficult fighting his natural inclination and desire to settle down. Every year it became harder to not think about the bigger picture. Having a serious relations.h.i.+p would be forever out of the question for a man like him. He wouldn't have his wife up at night worrying about him, or kids missing him on his weeks away at the station. Darius had devoted his life to the city and Station 23 just as a priest gave up everything for the church. There was no turning back now. Not even for a beauty like Tamara.

She filled out her Levi's in a wicked way. He could grab hold of those round hips and f.u.c.k her properly. Darius shook away his l.u.s.t-filled and futile thoughts as they entered the kitchen.

"Jake said it was was.h.i.+ng day today, so I dressed down. I hope that's all right."

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d said he hadn't seen her. Why? He trusted Jake with his life but not much else. He was an enigma, never quite fitting in the way the rest of them did. There was something missing-a spark, an inner peace. Darius knew about Aaron losing his mom to a fire. It was the reason he was so nonchalant about love. He was afraid to invest in a woman and feel that familiar loss if the relations.h.i.+p were to crumble. But Jake? He had no clue what his story was because he never opened up enough to let anyone in, not even his three best friends.

"You look perfect. I'll put you to work today, too." He winked at her and she immediately lowered her gaze. Was she shy, or trying to repel him? It shouldn't matter, but it did. He couldn't get the curvy brunette off his mind.

The smell of fresh coffee was probably the lure which pulled the others to the kitchen. Jake, Conall, and Aaron drifted into the room within the next five minutes. He noticed how Conall immediately captured Tamara's attention when he walked in with a towel around his neck, and no s.h.i.+rt. He was sweat glistened, his muscles pumped up from another heavy workout. They all had their therapy.

Darius's nightly jogs around the neighborhood were a long-standing tradition. Last night was one of the first nights he hadn't even remembered. Tamara was an excellent distraction. Normally, his jogs would help him vent his steam, frustrations, and pent-up energy. He'd turn on his iPod and leave the real world behind for an hour.

After they'd all finished their drinks, they moved to the large garage. Jake set up the hoses as Darius explained to Tamara what they usually did. He had to remind himself she was there to learn about their lives at the station, the good, the bad, and the not so pretty.

Aaron plunked a heavy bucket of sudsy water in front of their guest, a bit slos.h.i.+ng over the edge onto the dry concrete, and pa.s.sed her a yellow sponge. "There you go, little lady. Have at it." She looked dumbfounded for a moment.

"You can start by was.h.i.+ng down the rims," said Darius. "Just soap 'em down good and then we'll bring out the hoses."

She dragged her bucket over to the first wheel, squatted down, and went to work. He gave her credit for not stalling or complaining. From his experience, women balked at the thought of manual labor, but Tamara seemed quite comfortable getting down to business. He stood back to admire the way her a.s.s filled out that denim. When he stopped staring long enough, he realized his three friends were beside him taking in the same view. He elbowed Aaron, who was closest. They began to scatter, going about their duties.

After about twenty minutes of scrubbing down the trucks, Tamara broke the silence. "You guys keep the trucks in excellent condition. It seems like a waste of water to even wash them."

"Images are everything, darlin'," said Aaron.

She stood up, dropping her sponge into the bucket. Her hair was slipping free of its bind, so she unleashed it long enough to twirl it into a makes.h.i.+ft bun. "It's such a beautiful day out. Don't you have any music or something? I always listen to music when I do ch.o.r.es or wash my car."

Conall leaned over her shoulder and mock whispered in her ear. "So do we. We're trying to look all professional for you."

She shook her head, turning around with a sweet smile on her lips. "You all need to cut it out. If I'm going to live with you for two weeks, you can't just keep up a front that long. I want to know the real you, how you live on an ordinary day."

Then a stream of water came near her from the side, catching her off guard. The spray from the green garden hose hit the truck so close that she was covered in the splash effect. She stumbled back, clearing her eyes with her hands. When she looked up, her s.h.i.+rt and clothes damp from the water, she looked shocked, then angry. What he didn't expect was for her to start laughing.

One of the guys turned the surround sound system on, unleas.h.i.+ng a lively techno beat.

"You're so dead, Aaron!" She picked up another hose and pumped the handle, sending a gush of water out. Tamara aimed at Aaron who childishly fought back, water for water. They both laughed as they became more and more soaked. Conall grabbed the third hose, joining Aaron in soaking their guest. Within minutes they'd all gotten in on the action, throwing soapy sponges and using the hoses as weapons. Even Jake joined in the melee. Was that a smile on his face?

Tamara laughed, the sweet, feminine sound giving life to their darkly masculine world. Her wet hair whipped to the sides and she tossed her head back and forth to avoid getting sprayed in the face. He couldn't help but notice how her white T-s.h.i.+rt became transparent, molding to her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She wore a pink bra, not the color he would have pegged for her. Laughter mixed with the music, and Darius lost himself to the moment.

"It's cold!" she squealed. Tamara began to retreat, outnumbered by the four of them. She backed up, breathless and giddy.

"You'll pay for this, little one," said Conall, moving in for the kill. He dropped his hose and scooped her up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. She struggled, pulling at the s.h.i.+rt on his back and kicking her legs. He reached up and tickled her sides as he carried her to the tailgate of the nearest truck. Water pooled around Darius's black boots as he watched Conall lower her to the rear platform of the truck. She didn't fight him, and the laughter suddenly ceased.

Tamara wrapped her arms around Conall's neck and he lowered in for a kiss.

Chapter Six.

Tammy couldn't be blamed for her wayward behavior. She may have stifled her attraction for the men for the sake of business, but once they began to play, confirming her desires weren't one-sided, her guards lowered completely. She was cold, wet, and highly aroused. Darius had tossed his wet T-s.h.i.+rt and the other three were in soaked unders.h.i.+rts. The material clung to toned muscles, their small nipples beaded. Conall's array of tattoos was on display, having a direct effect on her libido.

She felt like a kid, wild and carefree. Tammy couldn't even remember the last time she laughed so hard. Although she may be thirty-six, these four firefighters made her feel like she was eighteen again, ready to take on the world...including the four of them. Her p.u.s.s.y was molten lava compared to the gooseflesh on her arms.

When Conall charged her, winning the mock battle, she savored the feel of his hands on her. He was strong, hoisting her up like she weighed twenty pounds. The music demanded she be naughty, take what she wanted, but the responsible Tammy kept nudging her to think about her future at the Heartland Tribute.

Her decision was made for her when she looked up into Conall's ocean-blue eyes after being set on the tailgate. Moist, blond hair fell down around his face, his thick lips moist and tempting. He resembled an angelic demon ready to possess her, body and soul. She instinctively reached around his shoulders, needing him closer. The only thing that mattered was the here and now. Tomorrow could wait. When he took up residence between her legs, pulling her taut against his hard body, she eagerly accepted his kiss.

His shoulders were so broad, she felt as if his body would swallow her whole. She held on for dear life as he leaned forward, never pulling away from her lips. He kissed well, a man who knew how to pleasure a woman. Moisture dripped down off his face from his hair, combining with her own. Her nipples were so tight it was painful.

"She'll catch her death of cold if she stays in them wet clothes." Aaron's southern tw.a.n.g registered on the periphery of her consciousness. She was so enamored by Conall that it was hard to focus on anything but his taste and the hard flesh pressed against hers.

When he finally broke the kiss, she was left breathless and wanting. Never in her life had her p.u.s.s.y ached so desperately or her desires been so wanton. She'd successfully kept her deepest, darkest fantasies locked away where they wouldn't tease her. Since she'd settled to the fact that she'd never get laid again, she didn't need a futile distraction in her thoughts.

Aaron's eyes were hungry, his lips slightly parted. He was gorgeous, and now all his attention was on her. She respected him for not putting the moves on her when they shared a bed last night, which only increased her attraction for the cowboy. He lifted the hem of her s.h.i.+rt, so cold and clammy against her chilled flesh. She didn't stop him.

Part of her mind convinced her he was only doing what he said-looking out for her health. But she wasn't foolish enough to believe he didn't have illicit plans. It was just easier to accept an advance by four men when she held some innocent doubts. What kind of woman would she be if she gave herself over fully without a second thought?

"The girl's nearly frozen to the bone. I think she's going into shock." Aaron had a wicked smirk on his face.

Darius stepped in, created a wall of male flesh right out of her most vivid fantasy. "It's our job to rescue her. I say we cut her free of these wet clothes and warm her up Station 23 style."

She wasn't sure what that entailed, but as much as she wanted whatever it was he planned, she also hoped this wasn't a common thing for them to do. Right now she felt special, enveloped in their affection and strong, male l.u.s.t. It was the kind of dream she never wanted to end but knew it was only temporary. Good things rarely lasted in reality.

"But they're my favorite jeans," she said.

"Then take them off," said Jake from the background. She couldn't even see him, but for some reason his voice made her body fire to life. Every cell became a hot wire screaming out for stimulation.

She slipped off the truck, and Conall helped her to her feet since it was a big drop to the concrete floor. They watched her expectantly, their bodies beaded with moisture. She blatantly studied their ripped bodies, the same ones she'd drooled over for months. Now they were hers for the taking. From her vantage point, she noted Darius had a ma.s.sive hard-on, his c.o.c.k outlined in his pants, a diagonal marking of his readiness to f.u.c.k her. She couldn't even imagine one of these firefighters wanting a plain thing like her. It was unreal.

Aaron nodded to the zipper of her jeans. She believed them when they said they would cut the clothes off her body. These were the type of men that got things done, whether using the jaws of life or demanding a woman's obedience. Already she stood in her bra, four sets of eyes able to see her ample cleavage and most of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s through the lacy material. The fact they treated her like one of their emergency victims turned her on even more. She was all for their kinky game.

"Off, darlin'."

She proceeded to peel the damp denim over her hips and down her thighs. Her panties matched her bra, something she rarely bothered to care about. Normally, she'd grab whatever was clean in her drawer. It was the dark place inside of her that hoped something would spark between her and one of the men, and here she was being hit on by all four. Was this the mentality of all firefighters? Or were these four men so close they truly did do everything together, as Aaron had teased about when she arrived?

They surrounded her like wolves to a helpless lamb. But this was exactly what she secretly hoped would happen. She stood in the large garage, so exposed and vulnerable. This was the craziest, most t.i.tillating thing she'd ever done. It all felt so natural-the banter, the kiss, the touches, the s.e.xual demands. She'd follow wherever these men led her.

"Will you look at that," said Conall. "Her skin's so milky white and soft. I just want to bury my face in her little p.u.s.s.y."

Her jaw dropped a bit. He spoke so crudely, but at the same time, it made her hotter. Made her imagine all the dirty things he'd gladly do to her body. Most of her exes worked in offices, used to behaving in a politically correct way-even in the bedroom. These were real men. Rough, no mercy, no apologies. Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed, desperate to know what it would feel like to have one of their thick, impressive c.o.c.ks filling her, sating her needs.

"I'll f.u.c.k her right here in the truck bay," said Aaron. He moved in first, cupping her a.s.s and grinding her against his erection. His c.o.c.k felt harder than the concrete she stood on.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were squeezed against his chest, forcing her lace bra to sc.r.a.pe her sensitive nipples. She smoothed her hands down his arms, savoring every curve of muscle on her descent. "I thought I needed emergency care," she whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the music which was now on a low, repeating beat, the ba.s.s reverberating in her c.u.n.t. How had she locked up such powerful yearnings before today? Tammy never thought of herself as a s.e.xual being. But she just needed the right men to bring her out of her sh.e.l.l.

"You'll get it, sweet thing." He lowered his dirty-blond head and suckled her neck. The connection, his hot mouth against her erogenous zone, made her world spiral in a whirlwind of sensation. Was that a new set of hands on her? One of them cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from behind, making her gasp. Her knees felt like jelly.

"Are you wet for us, Tamara?" Darius was at her side, slipping his rough hand down the softness of her stomach toward the hem of her panties. She braced herself for his intimate touch. Too many hands. Not enough. Her blood pressure pounded in her ears, rivaling the beat of the music. Darius slid his hand past the material, his fingers grazing her sensitive folds. He tested her readiness, impaling two fingers into her c.u.n.t. His touch flipped a switch on inside of her. She dropped her head back against one man, her eyes only half-mast.

Tammy needed them to take over, control her, guide her along this path of ecstasy. She was floating, her body radiating burning heat, her p.u.s.s.y flooded with need. As much as she wanted to tell Darius her panties were likely soaked through because she was so aroused, her voice wouldn't cooperate. They worked some kind of erotic spell on her.

"You didn't answer him, baby doll. Are you ready for us?"

How could she answer Aaron any more than she could Darius? But she didn't want her silence to signal her unwillingness to continue this s.e.x party. So she pulled the back of his neck down so she could reach his lips. She kissed Aaron with all the energy stored up inside her, like a volcano ready to erupt. It was incomparable to experience more than one man at once, each unique, adding to her overall enjoyment. Aaron's kiss was gentler than Conall's but no less addicting.

Her bra was unfastened and panties tugged down her legs. If anyone ever told her she'd be standing naked with four firefighters in Station 23 she would have laughed herself silly. Tammy had always been insecure about her figure, forever trying to lose ten pounds that didn't want to go. Now she'd transformed into another woman entirely, only caring about the heights these men could bring her to.

She heard the distinct sound of a zipper going down. It piqued her interest but also brought out her trepidation. Was she actually going to go through with this? Her mind raced. If she had no plans on saying no, she at least needed to demand they use protection. Which one would actually take her? Would they take turns like some kind of twisted gang bang? She knew she needed to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment. But it wasn't easy. She'd worked so hard to become an independent, modern working woman.

They led her to the back of the fire truck they used last night. She knew it was Conall who pushed her forward with a hand to her back because she caught a glimpse of his black tribal tattoos. Tammy heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper. Her heart raced. Her p.u.s.s.y demanded to be sated, throbbing with antic.i.p.ation. But the woman inside craved more than a wild romp, a night of f.u.c.king.

"I don't need that," he said to one of the guys. "She's wet and ripe." He slid the head of his sheathed c.o.c.k back and forth over her p.u.s.s.y, distributing her abundance of natural moisture.

Before she could speak, protest, or question them, Conall impaled her p.u.s.s.y from behind. It only took one eager thrust for him to fill her completely. She yelped and reached for something to grab hold of. The metal under her stomach was cold, but the body behind her, and hands gripping her hips, were warm and comforting.

"Oh, G.o.d, Conall," she managed to say. Never in her life had she been with a man so well endowed. His c.o.c.k was thick and hard, filling her to overflowing with so much male heat. The sensation of being sated was instantaneous, but she wanted more. Her c.l.i.t pulsed, her p.u.s.s.y clamping down around his erection. Knowing the other three men were watching Conall f.u.c.k her over the back of the fire truck turned her on in new, wicked ways.

"Does that feel better, Tammy. Do you like having my d.i.c.k inside you?"

"Yes," she blurted. She wanted to know exactly how talented he was and how high he could bring her. Her other boyfriends failed to keep her satisfied. She began to think something was amiss with her, but it was them. Thanks to one minute with Conall, she knew a man's size and skill really did make all the difference when it came to s.e.x.

He began to work her body, pumping his thick shaft in and out. Each thrust of his hips forced her aroused nipples to rub against the smooth metal. She'd been so achy, so wanting, and now savored the fullness, the stretching.

There were clear gla.s.s panels on the ma.s.sive garage doors. If they weren't hidden behind the truck, anyone in the driveway could see what they were doing.

"Let's bring her to the room," said Darius.

"No, it's better out here." Aaron pulled Conall away from her and turned her around. Part of her felt bereft when the c.o.c.k slid out of her p.u.s.s.y. But she much preferred to see the men rather than the steel grating in front of her. Tammy craved to touch them, feel an intimacy between them, even if it was a lie. She was good at fantasies. The only difference from this one was that she got to experience it firsthand. "I've always pictured her on one of the trucks."

The cowboy slid off his damp unders.h.i.+rt. He wore a thin leather necklace with a ring hanging on it. It looked stunning against the hard, tanned planes of his chest.

"Should I get the jaws of life?" asked Jake. What the h.e.l.l did that entail?

"Not today. We have two weeks with our little wildcat," said Aaron as he trailed a finger along her inner thigh. She glanced to his side and saw Conall's erection with her own eyes. The man was hung like a horse, his c.o.c.k thick and virile. He slowly stroked himself which somehow made her more anxious to continue this s.e.x party. "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded, parting her legs. He didn't dash to f.u.c.k her like Conall had. He moved with the grace of a panther, tracing her curves with a narrowed gaze. Once close enough, Aaron lowered his head and latched onto her breast. She wasn't expecting his hot, wet mouth to seek out her nipple. It felt exquisite as he tugged on her sensitive flesh. So much attention. So many men.

"That feels good," she murmured. Her head lolled on her neck, her eyes closed. She filed each wondrous sensation to memory, hoping never to forget how these men made her feel. It would be nice to remember on the lonely nights in her apartment when it was just her and her vibrator.

"Wait 'til you see what we have in store for you, sweet thing. We've been dreaming about this day for months but never expected it to happen." Aaron sounded like her. The men of Station 23 were her fantasy turned reality.

He unzipped his pants and tugged her to the edge of the platform. Darius was standing next to him. Two solid bodies ready to claim her. "If you want us to stop, just say the word," said Darius, staring her in the eyes. When she said nothing, he gripped the back of her head, his fist clenching a handful of hair. He brought her face forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time she felt the broad head of Aaron's c.o.c.k begin to penetrate her slit. She didn't know where to focus, her body alight with heat and fire.

"f.u.c.k, she's tight," said Aaron.

"She's perfect." Conall's deep voice was so close, she imagined his hands could be on her, too. She felt rough hands on her t.i.ts, her hips, her thighs. There was a mix of pleasure and pain as she was f.u.c.ked and fondled like never before. She didn't even try to open her eyes now, too lost, floating on a virtual cloud of sensation.

Before she could even focus on what they were doing, she was lifted off the truck, Aaron's stiff c.o.c.k still fully penetrating her as he supported her around the hips. She held his shoulders and kept her legs wrapped around him to keep from falling.

She dared to peek open her eyes. Her c.u.n.t was only a breath away from erupting, her o.r.g.a.s.m balancing on a precipice. She wanted to live in the sweet zone, the delicious realm of preo.r.g.a.s.mic bliss. If she gazed upon her gorgeous men, it would be enough to push her over the edge. Jake's beautiful green eyes stared back at her, intense and unreadable. She reached for him but he stayed inconveniently out of her grasp.

"Have you ever taken two men, Tammy?" asked Conall. His voice sounded drunk on s.e.x, low and gruff.

"No," she said quickly. This wasn't something she did every day. It was completely new to her on so many levels. She still had to remind herself she was awake and living this experience.

"Don't worry, we'll ease you into this, nice and slow." Darius tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her temple. "I'm going to lube up my c.o.c.k so slick, you won't be in any pain."

"What?" Why hadn't she seen this coming? They were going to try and double-team her like on some cheap p.o.r.no. Was it even doable? Tammy couldn't imagine having two c.o.c.ks stuffed into her body, especially ones as endowed as these hulking men. Even though her skin was still chilled, she broke out in a fine sweat, her fears manifesting themselves in her body.

"His d.i.c.k, little one. Darius is gonna lube up his d.i.c.k and fill your a.s.s with it." Conall used his straightforward way so nothing was left to her imagination. He stood on one side of her as Darius came in from behind.

"Hurry up, boss. I'm barely hanging on over here," said Aaron, his c.o.c.k throbbing inside her. Then she felt the cool jolt of Darius's c.o.c.k against her virgin entrance. She was spread wide, her legs around Aaron, her a.s.s kissing the open air. It was time to put her trust in these men just as the city had.