Authors: Em Petrova
Under Control (14 page)
Jayla leaned against the wall between kitchen and living area, wearing a naughty, slinky fireman’s uniform. The top barely covered her nipples and each ripe breast popped from the see-through cups. Her thigh-highs ran right up to a thin strap holding a thong in place. Her hair was loose and flowing, inviting his hands.
Behind him, Joey barreled through the door. “What the fuck? Where’s the fire?” he rasped.
Understanding overflowed in Gabriel’s brain. “I think we’ve got a bad girl who cries wolf.”
Joey’s expression cleared, to be replaced by a smoldering look. His eyelids hooded, and he started for Jayla. Catching his arm, Gabriel said, “Don’t you know what happens to bad girls who scare the hell out of the men who love her?”
A low rumble of desire escaped Joey, and Gabriel caught the whiff of pure arousal on his lover. “Oh yeah, I do know. She deserves some torment like she just put us through.”
Jayla straightened from the wall. “I really did start a fire.” She pouted her rosy lips, and Gabriel drown in images of her plush mouth wrapped around his cock.
He advanced on her. “Yeah? Show me this fire.”
He expected her to say that she was on fire with need, but she stepped aside, allowing him to see several candles flickering on the kitchen table.
“That’s it. Grab her feet, Joe.” He picked her up and they did a two-man carry to their bedroom. Once the door was shut, they did as promised—they tormented her with just enough kisses and bites to keep her writhing before they stretched naked on the bed and took each other’s cocks in their mouths.
»»•««
Jayla was burning up. Her little plan to entice the guys home had backfired—she was lying here frustrated and needy while they pleasured each other.
Watching the men was more erotic than anything she’d ever seen, but the passion and love was evident in their every move. Gabriel’s big fingers gripping Joey’s thigh, the flicks of Joey’s tongue over Gabriel’s veined shaft.
She must have made a noise, because Joey pulled away from his lover to pierce her in his intense gaze. “You want to join us?”
Breathless, she could only nod.
As one, both men rolled apart. Gabriel crawled up the mattress on all fours, his shoulders rolling like a big cat’s. Anticipation shivered through Jayla. When they laid hands on her, she’d combust. She couldn’t wait.
Throwing an arm around each, she dragged them up her body. Instead of kissing her, though, Gabriel’s hard lips crashed over Joey’s.
She made another noise, part arousal, part desperation. Joey angled his head, and Gabriel slanted his mouth over his lover’s. Determined to get what she needed from the only men on the planet who could give it to her, Jayla caught both of their hands and brought them to her breasts.
Twin groans sounded and they began to toy with her aching nipples. Rough thumbs swiping back and forth, fingers pinching. She arched into their touches, her pussy slickening with desire.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Joey tore his mouth free of Gabriel’s and claimed hers. She threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to tangle her tongue with his. Gabriel took control of her throat, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. When he licked a searing path to her breast, she cried out.
“You taste so damn good,” Gabriel rasped.
“I want a taste.” Joey placed tender kisses down her jaw to her neck. He went right for the tender spot behind her ear, which made her wiggle. She lifted her hips off the bed, her pussy clenching with need.
“I want both of you at once. Take me.”
The guys stilled. In a flash, they flipped her to straddle Joey. Two condoms were rolled into place with smooth, sure strokes. She stared into Joey’s eyes and saw love shining there.
“This ass is mine.” Gabriel’s growl raised the hairs all the way down her spine. He wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her head back. Warm lube trickled down her ass crack, followed by two fingers. Massaging, spreading her. She sucked in a sharp breath.
Joey clamped his lips around her nipple, sucking her into a pinnacle as Gabriel toyed with her anus. Pressure built in her core. If they didn’t ease it soon, she’d lose her mind.
As Gabriel withdrew his fingers, pleasure rolled over her. Joey clutched her hips and settled her, slowly, over his cock. With every inch he penetrated, her moans grew louder. She’d barely had time to adjust to his thickness before Gabriel’s cock head pursed at her pucker.
Her scalp burned from his tug on her hair, but it only added to the need claiming her. She dipped her back to accept him. But he didn’t need permission—he sank into her ass with a slow, steady shove.
“Oh God…” Her voice wobbled.
Joey’s eyes darkened. “I fucking feel you. Jesus, her pussy is so tight.”
Gabriel seemed beyond speech. He released her hair and curled his hand around her throat, drawing her head up and back. Nuzzling her ear, he bottomed out in her ass. She quaked, her muscles tense and ready to give her the orgasms she craved.
With a swish of his hips, Joey brought his cock deeper. Her breathing grew ragged as sensation overcame her.
So big. So much man. She was helpless in their arms—and helpless to the love they were showing her. Her heart splintered with emotion for them.
Everything good in her life up until this point seemed small, a faint pinprick of light in the night sky. But they’d ripped open the fabric of her being, and the world glowed.
Gabriel withdrew a few inches and then pushed back in. Joey did the same. Soon they found a rhythm that had her pulse hammering and her thighs shaking. She gave herself up to their capable hands.
When her first orgasm hit, Joey’s eyes bulged. He cupped her breasts and kissed her, swallowing her screams of bliss.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on his cock. Then I want you coming all over mine.”
The way he ground his hips meant she didn’t have a prayer of not responding to his body’s demands. His cock slid in and out of her ass with a determination she’d never seen from him.
“Joey…Gabriel…” Her whisper hung between them.
“Sweets, you belong to us. Let yourself go. We’ll keep you safe.”
They pushed into her simultaneously, stretching her to a breaking point. With a wild cry, she came. Her body clamped down on both cocks. Their roars resounded in her ears as she stole their control too.
Floating, joy flooded her. Fate had brought them into alignment, and she never scoffed off Fate. She planned to grab this opportunity—and all the muscled man she could get—and live a life of complete freedom.
»»•««
“Pass me the peppermill.” Joey nudged Jayla in the shoulder in the same way he would Gabriel, but softer. A push that wouldn’t budge Gabriel would knock Jayla over.
She shot him a sidelong look. “Reach around me if you want it, rookie.”
He didn’t even bristle at the name everyone at home and at East Street had been calling him. After completing his intense training with the city, he’d been officially named a part of the East Street Fire Company.
“Oh, I’ll reach around you.” He slid his hand along her lower back to her hip, spreading his fingers so the tips almost reached the V of her thighs. She squirmed and stopped chopping the onions and potatoes for the kabobs. Chicken and steak bits were marinating in the fridge, and Gabriel was icing down the drinks out back.
Joey rubbed the crease between pussy and thigh, and she gave him a hip-bump to knock him away. “Here’s your peppermill, since you can’t seem to find it.” She plucked it off the counter and handed it to him.
“Thanks, love.” He gave her a crooked smile that always earned him a smoldering look from her.
Gabriel swaggered in the back door, two empty ice bags in hand. With a jerk of his arm, he flicked the cold water droplets lingering on the plastic in their direction. Water splattered them, and Jayla threw a potato at him. It fell with a solid thud to the floor.
Sobering, Gabriel swiped it off the floor with a move that ignited a fresh need in Joey. The past few weeks together, they’d all been insatiable. The new dimension in their partnership had added that spark they’d always craved. And Jayla was pretty satisfied too, if the claw marks stinging his back were any indication.
“I think you dropped this, ma’am.” His low, serious tone made her laugh, a tinkling sound that chimed all the way to Joey’s soul.
Gabriel removed the knife from her hand and the pepper from Joey’s. Then he pulled them both against his chest. They clung to each other, an unbreakable circle.
“I’m so proud of you, Joe.” He brushed his lips between Joey’s brows.
A knot clogged his throat, and he nodded. “Too bad we can’t be on the same team.”
“Too much invested. It still scares the hell out of me thinking of you going into these dangerous situations, but you’re damn good at what you do.”
Joey grinned at him.
“And at least Blaine is caught. There shouldn’t be as many fires,” Jayla added. It turned out that the bike parts numbers were actually the street numbers of the fires. His connection to the crimes was indisputable and she was free of all blame in connection with the explosion.
Blaine was recovering from his injuries behind bars, and Jayla had gone from sleeping restlessly to being dead to the world. Until they got between her thighs, that was.
A horn blast rattled the windows.
“No mistaking that horn. The guys’re here.” Gabriel released them and strode from the kitchen to greet the members of East Street who could attend their celebratory barbecue today. As voices filled the house, Joey nudged up Jayla’s chin to meet her gaze.
“If you think having two firefighters in my life now is going to keep me from making 911 calls, you’re crazy.”
“Naughty little wench.” He swatted her behind, and she squealed.
Then Gabriel entered the kitchen with five of the guys. They patted Joey on the back and congratulated him. Jagger promised him a hazing, which Corey gave a shake of his head to.
Gabriel stomped outside and came back with two six-packs dangling from his fingers. After passing some around, he popped the top of his and raised it. “To East Street’s new recruit and to the new addition to
my
family.” His gaze settled on Jayla.
She sucked in a breath and looked up at Gabriel with tear-filled eyes. When she turned that teary gaze on Joey, he gave her a nod.
“It’s true. You’re our family now, sweets.”
She set aside her beer and threw her arms around them to a round of applause from the firefighters.
“Let’s get this food on the grill,” Gabriel said after a moment, and they broke apart. Each of them with his or her own job to keep the wheels spinning smoothly. Without Jayla, Joey wouldn’t have considered taking the steps toward serving and protecting people.
Jayla had crash-landed into their lives, but after the smoke had cleared, they’d seen what a treasure she was.
Joey raised his beer toward his lovers. “To the future.”
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
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