Free Burnin' Love [Men for Hire: Firemen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page A

having her body filled with both of them took her.
    She returned to Wade’s cock and licked him from his wide base to the mushroomed head. His groans told him that she was doing it right. She licked him as Troy’s thrusts grew faster, stronger. He swiveled his hips, giving her more sensation, and his balls flapped against her pussy.
    “Shit, I’m gonna—”
    Wade never got the rest of the sentence out. Instead, he clutched her hair, holding her to him. His seed shot hard and fast into her mouth. She did the best she could, swallowing as fast as she could, but it was too much. A lot of it ran out of her mouth and over her chin.
    “That’s it, baby. Drink as much of it as you can.”
    The sound of Troy’s tone was enough to warn her. As she pulled away from Wade, Troy shoved against her and groaned out his climax. His grunts matched his slams, and when she turned to look back at him, her own release washed over her. She cried out and let it fly.
    They could barely make it onto the bed before she and Troy collapsed. She fell onto her stomach with him by her side. Wade pulled her farther onto the bed then lay at her feet.
    No one spoke for a while as they took time to regain their breathing. Once she had, she turned and gazed into Troy’s face.
    “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” She laughed, not wanting an answer, but seeing it on his face.
    When she glanced down at Wade, a movement in the darkness by the doorway caught her attention. “Paul, is that you?”
    He stepped out of the shadows. “Yeah. Sorry. Troy, it’s your turn.”
    She arched an eyebrow at him, not embarrassed at all by her nudity or being with his two friends. If she had her way, he’d join them the next time. “How long were you standing there?”
    That was the question she’d asked, but she knew they were all thinking a different one. How long have you been watching?
    He shrugged, his expression as somber as always. “Long enough.”
    Turning on his heel, he was gone.
     
    * * * *
     
    Daisy woke up with a smile on her face. What woman wouldn’t have after having two men treat her body like their personal slave while making her feel like a princess? How they’d managed to do that, she wasn’t quite sure, but she wasn’t about to question her good fortune.
    The only thing that would’ve made the morning better was if she’d had the men waking up beside her. But Paul had insisted that they sleep on the couch and recliner in the living room, putting them together in one room. She’d understood his reasoning, had understood that he wanted to keep them on the alert—and away from her. That, along with the added assertion that he didn’t want Melissa to find them in bed with Daisy, and they’d relented. But only after she and the Chambliss brothers had done some grumbling about it.
    Once again, she thought about how Troy and Wade had looked in high school. If she’d known they had all that male hotness dormant inside them, she would’ve dragged them both into the janitor’s closet and had her way with them.
    She slung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. The sun shone through the sheer shades to warm her body and brighten the already luminescent yellow paint of the walls. Catching her reflection in the full-length mirror on the other wall, she couldn’t help but put on an even bigger smile.
    “You, girl, have hit the mother lode.”
    A tingle rushed through her as she recalled the way their hands had caressed her body, making every nerve ending come alive. They’d known exactly where to put their fingers and their tongues. She wouldn’t have guessed that some of those places were erogenous, but under their attention it seemed as though there wasn’t an inch of her skin that wasn’t.
    The sound of a bird chirping outside her window brought her to her feet. The world was up and moving and she had things she had to do. Although she wanted nothing more than to check on the men, she knew she should see if Melissa