Free Seven by Amy Marie

spurt jet into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I slow my pace, allowing him to finish his orgasm and then pull away from him. I swallow the rest of him before standing up and adjusting myself. My eyes are cast downward, so I don’t see him move until he is turning me around and up against the desk. His front is to my back and his hand is working its way down the front of my jeans.
    “Your turn,” he rumbles in my ear.
    I’m embarrassed with how wet I am. He could slip that huge fucking cock inside me with ease, but I’m not looking to fake an orgasm with him right now. I turn in his arms, trying not to relish in the feel of his muscles wrapped around me. Making a big gesture of wiping my mouth free of his come, I lick my lips and snatch it between my teeth. “No, that was for you,” I say, looking around the small space. “Now every time you sit on that bed, you will remember me having my mouth wrapped around you.”
    His head tilts to the side. “Are you sure? I’ve never had a female turn down me returning such a generous favor. I promise I’m fucking fantastic at it.”
    My fingertips gently slide up his chest, coming to rest just below his jawline. “I have no doubt of that, but I’m sure.”
    He leans in closer, his nose brushing along mine. “I don’t know what it is, Embyr, but I can’t help but want to be near you all the damn time.” His mouth captures my mouth. His tongue is gentle, timid, as it entwines with mine. I shudder as his hands come up to capture my face in his palms. I’m stiff as a board because I don’t want to have this reaction to him.
    Years of wanting to get back at him for sitting on the sidelines as his friends treated me like garbage are colliding with years of not being satisfied by any man. Sure, there have been plenty. Some have even gotten me off but none have filled the void that is my need for intimacy.
    I’m a strong woman. I’ve been hurt and I’ve protected myself ever since I gave myself away. But, you can be hard as ice and still want a man to melt you down into a puddle. I want to be in charge, but there is something to be said for a man who makes you want to submit to him.
    I know Casen could ruin me again if I let him.
    We never dated.
    We never kissed.
    He never even knew I had feelings for him, but he didn’t have to reciprocate for it to completely shatter my heart. I was young and in love. Maybe if I would have told him, it would have changed things, but I doubt it.
    I pull away at the sounds off footsteps along to the carpeted floor. “Casen?” They call out.
    His head turns towards the door just as Reece appears. “Yeah, man?” Casen responds, not giving me an inch of space. I can feel him hardening under me again.
    “Jedi’s tonight?” Reece asks.
    Casen looks down at me. “Only if Embyr comes.”
    I nod. “Sure.” God, he has no idea how much I want to “come.”

 

    I started to regret the decision to join them tonight almost immediately after I agreed. I am here, but I’m not interested in making nice with Casen and his friends. All I want is to get in, break his heart, and get the hell out all while sabotaging the other’s lives. Even though it’s getting harder each day to do that. But then, I look across the high-top table we are all crowded around and see my reason.
    Reece and Ian.
    Just like Wesley, the two of them seem to be pristine. I can’t find anything on them that would help me in my cause. So, if hanging out with a bunch of hot firefighters, after hours, will help me learn all their dirty secrets, then I’m all in.
    “So, Embyr?” Ian asks. “What do you do?”
    Ian Smith. The fucking bane of my existence.
    This man—this piece of shit of a man—won the bet. He walked alongside of the PITCREW with his chest puffed out like a goddamn peacock that had the winning lottery ticket. He won and I know, for a fact, Reece resented him for it.
    Reece tried. Oh, he tried over and over to get me to go out with him. But