One Bride for Three Firemen

“Well, if I promise to get one, can we do that again?” I purr back.

“Oh, we can definitely do this again,” he assures me.

Just to make sure, I look at the other two who are nodding and smiling, their expressions both hungry and sincere. They definitely all seem to be on the same page.

“Okay, well, I’m Olivia,” I shrug, happy to feel that some of my muscles still sort of work.

“I’m Pete,” says the one in charge. “This is Stephan… And the big one is Tony, but we call him Trigger.”

The other guys kiss whatever part of me is closest when they are introduced. It is cute, and kind of formal.

“Trigger?” I repeat with a smile.

“Yeah, you know,” he smiles back. “Just a nickname. About how quick I am to make things happen.”

This is the gentle giant, the guy that I hid behind. The one who made me feel so safe.

“Well, it’s really great to meet you guys,” I smile, suddenly shy again.

I sort of want to cover myself. I really can’t think about what just happened. I’ll get all embarrassed. I’ll run away, like a snail hiding in a shell or one of those little roly-polies that you touch and it turns into a hard little ball.

“I hate to do this,” Pete, the older one says. The one whose cum is still trickling down my throat.

“But…” Trigger says quietly.

Obviously, Trigger wouldn’t mind staying here. I wouldn’t mind either. That giant cock is giant. I would love to see what else it can do.

The air goes awkward. Pete looks meaningfully at Stephan, who seems to give him a look that says “Really?”

“Oh! I bet you guys are still on the job…” I interrupt helpfully.

“Well, yes, I’m sorry to say that we are…” Stephan answers, taking an opportunity to slide regretfully off the bed.

When he stands again, I kind of want to start over. What a body. He looks like an Olympic diver. Long and strong. Perfectly copper-colored skin. Only a single trail of fur from his belly button down to the deep V-cuts of muscles that girdle his narrow hips.

“I can just stay here?” asks the third one… Trigger. “Keep an eye out for that other guy? I don’t like the look of him.”

“What, Roger?” I ask.

They all look at me, as though waiting for me to say it’s okay. I kind of like it. I mean, it’s nice when one man checks up on you, making sure you’re okay, making sure he doesn’t need to do some kind of heroic man thing to save your day. But when three of them look at you like that…

My goodness.

“Do you really want to stay?” I ask.

“If I stay, we should probably all stay,” he answers, surprising me with his thoughtfulness.

“Well, I think you scared him off,” I smile. “At least for now.”

“He’s your landlord?” asks Pete, the older one, as he pulls his work trousers back on.

Though he is older, he is just as virile and strong as the other two. Maybe even more so. I could tell he has had muscles for a really long time. It looks different than the young guys. Experience.

“Yeah, he’s my… landlord,” I confirm. “He doesn’t usually yell like that.”

The guys glance at each other, silently conversing about what kind of person Roger is, I guess.

Pete slides the card from the clipboard and places it on the table.

“So, he really should be bringing you a fire extinguisher… Here’s my card with our contact information. Please let me know if this is not resolved by the end of tomorrow.”

Oh. I guess we are being all formal now. I guess that means I should cover my tits.

“I mean, please,” he continues, seeming to correct himself, “feel free to contact us if you need anything at all.”

Trigger looks absolutely heartbroken at this change in attitude. It’s understandable, but I have to admit I am a little disappointed too.

“Yeah, call us if something… you know. If you need something,” Trigger mumbles helpfully.

The last one… Stephan… He seems more edgy. I can tell he is on the fence about leaving or trying to find a reason to stay. Maybe searching for a joke to close out the conversation.

To cover, he walks around the perimeter of the apartment, checking window latches, then gives the smoke detector by the front door one last poke to make sure it’s working. He nods officially at Pete.

“Well, I suppose that’s it,” Pete announces gruffly.

“Yes… Thank you so much for stopping by,” I shrug.

I mean, what am I supposed to say at this point? What’s the appropriate protocol? Should I tip them or something? Give them my phone number?

Actually, that’s probably a good idea, but now it just seems awkward. Pete and Stephan head for the door, with Trigger following right behind.

But then suddenly, Trigger turns around and dashes back toward me, sweeping me up under my elbows for a last, crushing hug. I am engulfed in his form, practically absorbed by his giant body. I almost feel like I should be scratching him behind the ears or something, like he is a big, friendly animal.