Free Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Stacey Espino

uniform. It held some kind of power over her that she was helpless to fight. All that bulk over hard muscle combined with a fearless determination made each of these men irresistible. Even in the heart of an emergency, the lights flashing and alarms sounding, she envisioned herself fucking one or all of them while they kept their uniforms on.
    “Tamara, hop in, we’re leaving,” said Darius as he climbed into the driver’s seat. She ran around the side where Conall and Aaron hoisted her into the rear. The truck took off and she toppled back in the small space between Aaron and Jake. They were all in uniform, helmets and all. She’d never realized how handsome their faces were because their bodies were always a distraction.
    The speakers spat out a bunch of garbled gibberish as the truck raced through the streets, sirens blaring. “What does that mean?”
    “Another garage fire,” said Conall. “The last one was declared arson, so I’m guessing this could be a cry for attention.”
    “The last one was just inside our jurisdiction on the east end. This is the same, but on the west. Looks like someone may be playing a game, perhaps trying to make your mayor look like a fool for the placement of Station 23.” Jake made her wonder how anyone could set a fire just for attention or to prove a point. Lives were at stake. Fires spread, destroyed the lives of innocent people.
    “Well I hope they catch him, if it’s true. One day he could do a lot more than property damage.” Her heart began to clench against her will. She could go off on a tangent about fire safety but stopped herself. Tammy wouldn’t reveal her sins and weaknesses to these men she barely knew. She was the flavor of the week. Nothing more.
    It was easy to forget with all those sinfully seductive eyes trained on her. She only wore her jeans and an oversized, navy sweatshirt since there was no gear small enough for her. They must be very deprived to see anything attractive in her now.
    “You’re right,” said Jake. His agreement surprised her. She expected he’d balk at anything she said just to be difficult. “Which is why we never take chances when going on calls like these. It’s too easy to assume a rundown garage is empty, but there could have been kids playing in it, teens using it to make out, or a homeless person using it as shelter. We can never play it too safe. No fire is a good one.”
    Conall leaned over on his knees. “That’s true, but I’ve yet to find a victim in a garage fire. You’d be surprised how many we have in the city.”
    The truck suddenly veered to the right on a sharp angle. The men reached up to grasp bars which were too high for her. Instead, she got three firefighters holding her carefully in place as if she might break. She was glad for the distraction because she had a feeling Conall and Jake were about to have at it. It did feel incredible having all those rough, rugged men showering her with attention, making her feel special. If only it could last forever.
    Travelling in the light of day proved much more difficult for Darius than their late-night call. He had to frequently use the air horn at intersections to remind several drivers to pull to their right so they could pass. Tammy knew all too well how important it was for firefighters to get on the scene as soon as possible. Minutes and seconds were the equivalent of life and death. She may have her parents today if things had been different twenty-six years ago. Of course, Tammy had replayed the possibilities over in her head to the point of near insanity. The past couldn’t be rewritten. It was a lesson she still had to learn how to accept.
    The laneway they navigated was similar to the last, maybe even narrower. There were already a couple police cars on scene, the smell of burning wood and rubber infused in the air.
    “Wait here, darlin’. We’ll be right back.” Aaron kissed her before dropping down to the pavement. Once they were all gone, she stood