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“Thanks.
Between us,” Ailyn leaned toward her, “I am never ordering Snake Bites again.”
After cracking her jaw, she placed her hands behind her back and clasped them.
Winking at Seth, she encased the glass in her mouth and tipped her head
backward, sucking the contents in one long pull.

Seth’s
aroused gaze lit her on fire as she pulled the clean glass from her mouth and
set it on the table. Teasing him meant a ton of fun, since he wasn’t getting
any later. She figured why not torture him with a few more of the decadent
treats. “
Mmm
, best blow job ever.”

The
guys openly gaped at her.

Seth
snorted. “Darlin’ that is my line. Damn wrong of you to ruin a perfectly good
line.” He chuckled and drank his shot. “Waitress, bring her two more. I want to
watch this shit over and over again. Ryker, go grab some quarters, I see a
table being vacated.”

“Damn,
Teach. That is sexy. I’ll buy you a shot too,” Quinlan joked.

“We
need to dress her in Saran Wrap and let her do that shit.” Seth growled at Rees.
“Go get the beer, asshole. No one sees her in that getup again but me. Don’t
make me tell Sinclaire.”

Nine
Inch Nails blared through the speakers about violating, desecrating and
penetrating as she sucked the next shot down. The sweet drink tasted divine. She
tongued the remaining cream just inside the rim and mouthed the next in line to
Seth. He sloshed his beer all over his hand and reached down to adjust himself.
If looks could kill she’d be dead. Seth copped a feel as he grabbed a fresh one,
and left to go stand with the men. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she
watched his swagger.

“Damn,
girl. Save a few of those for us.” Mia spoke above the balls banking or colliding
on the tables and the loud good-natured ribbing by the other patrons. “You’ve
met Sinclaire, my best friend, a total groupie for this group of firemen.”

“You
sure know how to introduce a girl. Let me correct her. I’m a total slut for a
good looking man. Occupation, so long as they have one it doesn’t matter. A
girl has to get her kicks where she may.” She winked at Rees and Quinlan.

“Holy
shit.
Both of them?”
Their
relationship dawned on her. She was who the men had in the house. They really did
sound proof the place, she hadn’t heard a thing.

Sinclaire
shrugged.
“Depends on if they behave.
God, I love this
song.” She leaned over, giving Ailyn a direct view of great cleavage. “They
fuck like animals. Don’t judge. Good sex is good sex and they’re pretty great
guys, it’s a win-win scenario, two cocks for me and a day to recover from their
complete attention. Their one on one action is sexy too. Plus, I love them
both.”

“Oh,
quit bragging, Sinclaire. No one cares about your little threesome you’ve got
going on with them boys.”

“Like
you didn’t brag about Dire, Mia?” Sinclaire chuckled and flagged down the
waitress for a round of shots.

“Ailyn,
is your sister, Rianna, or your brother joining us tonight?”

“Cordero
is on a date with someone. He didn’t dish with
who
,
but no he won’t be joining and I couldn’t get a hold of my sister. She’s
probably on her way here though.”

“Are
you playing?”

Ailyn
laughed. “No, Sinclaire. I don’t play pool or any sport for that manner. I plan
on watching my man, because he is about to win every bet those knuckleheads placed
against him. They don’t know he strategizes how to take their money every pool
night.”

“Hey,”
Seth called over the music and balls breaking the start of a new game. “Quit
telling trade secrets.” He pointed a cue at her.

 
Ailyn shrugged. “
Eh
, I didn’t really tell anything.” She grinned as her sister
came
sailing in wearing skinny jeans, an urban top with cute
slashes showing off serious skin and bangles adorning her arms. Her neon orange
wedges topped the charts. Apart all the pieces would look horrendous. Put
together on her sister, she looked damn good and knew it.

“Big
sis.”
Ailyn patted the seat next to her. “You know Mia,
meet Sinclaire. She has a wild make a dirty sex video relationship with Rees and
Quin.”

“Nice
to meet you.
And the video was like on date two.”
Sinclaire cast a glance over at the pool table and licked her lips.

“Did
I tell you my sister is a psychologist?”

“Crap.
Forget the two sexies over there and everything I just gabbed about.”

Rianna
laughed. “One, it’s after hours and you are not in a crisis. There’s nothing
wrong with a healthy sex life. I’ve tried a double dose of cock before, it can
be invigorating, and a great way to end a night or begin the next day.”

“Oh,
ew
,
let me
throw up. Mia doesn’t this make your stomach roll? Best friends and sisters are
almost the same TMI wise,” Ailyn said while trying to clear the erotic images
from her mind.

Mia
grabbed a long neck from the men’s bucket of beer and twisted the top off with
her shirt.
“Nah.
Too much TMI is your best friend
explaining to your masseuse how to vajazzle your vagina. Yeah, she bought me a
deluxe treatment after my accident to get my goods back in the game of sex.”

“What
is that exactly?”

“A
Brazilian wax job and some of those cute sticky gems put in a design on your
bare mons. I get it done every now and then to surprise him. But yeah, the
first time was a bit embarrassing.”

“Girlfriend,
if you haven’t had the pleasure of being vajazzled down there you should
totally go have our girl do you. She rocks at designs. Think tattoo artist but
without permanent ink and eventually the stickies wash off.”

“I
need a drink.” Ailyn graciously accepted the bottle Mia handed her,

“No
Snake Bites tonight, right? Please tell me you’ve learned the never again in
this lifetime lesson with whiskey in any form or combination.”

“Of
course.
I don’t want to hurl my ass off for hours again.
Once was enough.” She twisted off the cap and turned to see Seth cleaning house
on the table. “He should totally let them think they’re winning.”

“Guy
code, he can’t do that.”

“So,
the gluttons for punishment enjoy gambling with their money on uneven odds?” A
neon sign pulsated in a myriad of colors above his head, as he bent low to
avoid crashing into the edge as he studied the angles.
Gotta love a tall sexy man.
Seth
looked mighty fine, strong arms out showcasing his broad shoulders, the steely
glint in his eye as he picked out which pocket to strike with ruthless
precision.

“He
buys the drinks with his winnings, orders wings and stuff.” Sinclaire’s reply
made sense and her stomach rumbled at thoughts of food. She hadn’t stopped to
grab a slice of pizza before they headed out. Instead she obsessed over what to
wear and took an extra-long shower. Ailyn flagged the waitress in their section
down.

“Can
we get an order of hot wings, artichoke and spinach dip with chips and a Coke?”

“Sure.
I’ll put the order in.
Anything else?”

“Nothing
for me, I think I’m going to go greet my men.
Gotta apply my
put
your
dick in my mouth
lip-gloss.”
Sinclaire withdrew a tube of shimmering
gloss and touched up. She winked, slipped her purse over her lower arm and
sauntered over to the table.

“She’s
sure as hell not shy about
who
she is.” Ailyn laughed
as she watched both men greet her new friend, sandwiching her between them, each
laying a deep passionate kiss on her lips, then slinking a protective arm
around her waist, engaging her in their conversation. To Ailyn the posturing
looked completely normal to all parties. Their dynamic intrigued her, as she’d
never seen or known anyone to be in a threesome before, a one night stand or in
a long term relationship.

“They’ve
been an exclusive threesome for over a year. One of her first rules was no
hiding what they were. I think it’s great if a bit unconventional. It’s hard to
explain to your sixteen year old why her BFA— Oh, best friend auntie—has two
boyfriends at the same time.”

“How
do people react to them?” As soon as she posed the question she received an
answer, noticing a table of older women openly shaking their head in disapproval.
Rees cinched his arm tighter around Sinclaire while Quinlan dropped a quick
kiss on top of her head. The fools were crazy in love over their heads for the
woman and weren’t ashamed to show it. Seeing them interact made Ailyn feel
better about her past with Seth. If Sincliare could wield a careless fuck off
attitude, she could too.

“It’s
her
confidence,
it’s infectious as is the rest of her
personality. They’re as blessed to have her as she is to have them. Not saying
they don’t fight, they have some doozies, even worse than you and Seth. How are
you doing with handling the after effects from the accident?”

“I
think we’re okay.” Ailyn smiled as the waitress dropped off her food. She
fished in her pocket for cash and handed it over to the waitress.

“I
know you aren’t paying for anything, darlin’.” Seth snuck up on her.

“Is
this on your tab, Lt. Mahone?”

“You
bet, doll. Thanks,” he turned to Ailyn, “you can tip her, love. Give me a good
luck kiss.” The spicy cologne with undertones of sandalwood and some unnamed
scent made her all gooey inside. She turned her face up to accept his kiss. A
blush stole across her heated cheeks as the fellas ribbed him from over at the
pool table.

“I
do believe they are calling you a cheater.” She laughed. He dropped another
kiss on her lips and winked.

“If
them ballsy boys can have that sexy woman of theirs give them love and
attention, so can I with my sexy teacher in those wet dream inspiring cheetah
print thigh highs.”

“Stop
it. You didn’t even say hi to Mia,” she chastised as he dropped a light kiss on
Mia’s cheek and dashed back off toward a frowning Dire.

“They
are too much. Where were we? Oh yes, I need some of Sinclaire’s personality to
rub off on me and I guess okay. I don’t know. Chandler, he was like, we handle
bad days in our own way. Let him have some space he’ll come around but don’t
ask about what you didn’t see, we don’t talk about that shit. We do our
paperwork and go home.”

Mia
swiped a boneless wing from her plate and dipped it in the ranch. “Dire doesn’t
either, which means what happened was really fucked up, as in a kid died or
worse. I have a breakdown of what I think happened based on the level or
asshole-ness or aloofness. Crappy or not, Chandler is right. You and Seth are
just starting your fairytale life. It makes sense that you want to know
everything and be that rock of support. Sometimes being there means just being
there, no talking or dissecting, just a presence even if they’re acting like
bonehead dicks. Poor Sinclaire, she has crap times two.”

“That’s
so bad. I totally feel for her now. Tell me about your levels.”

“You
have your basic emergency which is a level one for normal situations—
fires, searches and rescues, building collapses
due to
natural causes. Level two is assaults, not knowing what they’re going into.
Level three is arson or the calls where someone has been torched on purpose,
thrown chemicals on for disfigurement. Level four is
drunk
driving accidents that kill entire families, where the drunk driver lives. Level
five is when a kid or teen has been killed out of negligence; they get drowned
in bathtub calls, not belted into car seats where the child and seat were
ejected in a crash. The last level—level six is wrecks caused by drivers
talking on cells, texting, putting on makeup, eating, basically anything that
causes a major crash to take multiple lives of all ages or random acts of
terrorism.”

“Wow,
so much to process. I’m curious on how you compiled your number sequence. How
can you decide what type of day it’s been?”

“You
just learn to read them, all of them. Dire and I have an agreement that I won’t
watch the news if there’s a fire. He is adamant about it, but since I don’t listen
he tries to make sure that I know he and the team are okay. I don’t always know
though, until after, sometimes way after. Trust me, when your honeymoon period
is over with your man, you’ll be able to read him just fine.”

“God,
I hope so. At this rate we might as well just stay naked we argue so much.”
Ailyn sucked the ranch dressing from her fingers.

Mia
quirked a brow at the guys.
“They’re up to
something. The game is on pause and they’re all on their phones.”

“
Hmm.
Do you like your new alarm system? I got the same one tonight. Interesting how
instantaneously the subject came up the same time Dire released Ashland from
punishment, claiming to want to cut her some slack.”

Ailyn
wiped her hands on her napkin and stood. “Shall we go see what is going on?”