Arson & Ache (Surrender to Them 8)

“Then I guess we’ll just have to see who wants her more.” I growled under my breath again.

“We don’t have to do that.” Donovan shook his head back and forth. “Why don’t we just both date her and see where it goes? Tonight was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah—I guess it was.” I turned my head towards the window. “I don’t know how something like that would work. Two guys and one girl?”

“You’ve never heard of a polyamorous relationship?” He chuckled and folded his arms across his chest. “Traditional relationships are overrated.”

“Like you’ve ever had one.” I turned back towards him. “What’s your longest relationship? A month?”

“Watch out when you start throwing rocks Mr. Glass House.” Donovan sighed and tilted his head to the side. “Having a relationship last longer than a month isn’t impressive when they’ve all still blown up in your face—your way just hurts more.”

I guess he’s right about that.

We spent the rest of the ride in silence, but my mind was spinning as I thought about what he said. I had never considered a polyamorous relationship. How would that work exactly? I was fierce and loyal when I was involved with someone—I expected the same in return. My last girlfriend thought I was too possessive, and she valued her freedom too much to stay with me. She craved dominance in the bedroom, but she didn’t like it anywhere else. I never considered my possessiveness to be a bad trait before I was with her. I had seen the horrors of the world and I just wanted to protect the woman I loved. It wasn’t about jealousy, despite what she thought. Maybe I took it to extreme at times, but that was just my nature. I couldn’t change that. It was a part of who I was.

“See you at the station on Monday.” Donovan broke the silence when we pulled up outside my apartment building.

“Yep.” I nodded and reached for the door.

But I won’t be waiting until Monday to go to the station—I’ll be working through the weekend.

Once I was alone in my apartment, my thoughts returned to Marissa. She really was an amazing woman, and I needed to see her again. There was something inside of me that demanded it—a connection that had formed without even tasting those perfect lips. She was able to take my mind away from Fireball, make me laugh despite all of the stress I was under, and that was the kind of distraction I needed. A woman like that was worth fighting for, even if I had to compete against my best friend. I wasn’t sure a polyamorous relationship was in my future, but I wasn’t going to back down. The alpha male in me wanted to claim Marissa, and I was ready to let the beast run free. Those gorgeous curves were going to be mine. Just thinking about them made my cock swell in my pants. I might have to endure another date with the Donovan playing third wheel, but I was definitely going to turn up the heat the next time we were together. She wasn’t going home alone again if she looked at me with desire in her eyes—she was going to get exactly what she was begging for.

I’d never take advantage of a drunk girl, but she wasn’t drunk enough to say something that wasn’t simmering below the surface already. She wanted me.

Marissa

The next day

I flirted. I freaking flirted with two amazingly hot, panty-melting, gorgeous firefighters—and I was still a virgin when I woke up the next morning. The wine gave me the courage to say things I would have never said without it coursing through my system. I liked the freedom more than I liked the buzz, because my own awkwardness was part of why my bed had always been empty when the sun came up. I was the nerdy girl in high school that crushed on guys I couldn’t have. College wasn’t much different. When someone did show interest, I didn’t really know how to respond. The wine let me rip away all of that awkwardness and just be a woman—a woman with two firefighters that might as well have been holding the keys to the my chastity belt by the end of our date. It was too bad they didn’t use them, because I wasn’t sure I would be able to tap into that courage again, even if they did ask me out on a second date.

I’m probably letting my imagination get away from me. I’ve never even had one hot guy interested in me—now I have two?

I was scared to think of the reality of the situation. They only went out with me because they were obligated to do so. They seemed to be interested in hanging out with me again, but would they actually call me? I was afraid to get my hopes up. At least it was an amazing night—much more so than I initially imagined when Ms. Stone told me that I was going to have to go out with them both. I could float on my cloud for a little bit and imagine that they liked me. The high I got from that was a lot stronger than the wine—and it didn’t wear off like the buzz. They lit a fuse inside me that was still burning, even after I slept off whatever alcohol was left in my system. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling when I was fully awake—as awake as I could be without some coffee in my system.

I’m not even sure which one of them I would choose if I was forced to do so—I really did like hanging out with both of them.

Donovan seemed to be a little more reserved than Kincaid. It was almost like he was holding something back when we were on our date, but I still saw something in his stare when he looked at me. That wasn’t the look of a guy who was just being nice because he had to go out with me. I felt a tingle that made my hair stand on end when our hands brushed together and especially when his hand lingered a lit bit longer than it had to. There were sparks, and plenty of chemistry—at least that’s what it felt like. Before I went out with Donovan and Kincaid, I never quite understood what people meant when they said two people had chemistry—I definitely didn’t know what kind of feeling it would leave me with.

Kincaid didn’t hide his interest at all. He was blatant about it, to the point that he even suggested taking me home—and in that moment, I wouldn’t have said no. My body was practically begging for him to turn that suggestion into a night that made my virginity a permanent part of my past. Would I have woke up with regret? I didn’t think so. Not if the beautifully inked Kincaid was next to me. He might break my heart—either of them probably could. Everyone had a few regrets on their way to finding the one they were meant to be with, and I was long overdue. The only regret I was really feeling was the unquenched desire burning inside me so hot that the covers were starting to feel like a cocoon. I pushed them away and even a slight touch along my inner thigh was enough to make my pussy tingle.

Oh yeah—I’m definitely going to have to take care of that.

My pussy might have been untouched by a man, but that didn’t stop me from imagining one between my thighs on a regular basis. Masturbation was always a good way to relieve the stress that came with my job, and I didn’t really have any shame about the things I did when I was alone in my apartment. I stripped off my sleep shirt, grabbed my panties, and did a nice little acrobatic move that sent them sailing to the end of my bed while I landed with my legs spread wide for what was about to happen. I closed my eyes and imagined the two gorgeous firefighters that were permanently etched in my thoughts. I knew exactly what they looked like without a shirt, and I pretended that my hands were caressing their ripped physiques—one on Donovan and one on Kincaid. They could both be my fantasy—those amazing bodies were going to be all mine until I was soaked in my own lust.

“What kind of dirty things are you going to do to me?” I grinned and bit down on my bottom lip. “You can do any

thing that you want—both of you.”

I imagined their lips on my skin, kissing and teasing while their rough hands explored my intimate areas. I squeezed my breasts, rubbed my nipples, and moved a hand slowly down my abdomen. My pussy had never been wetter. I rubbed my clit several times and then pushed a finger inside my wetness—as far as I could without shoving it straight through my hymen. I could pretend to be a sex maniac in my fantasies. It was a safe place to imagine things I had never experienced before. I fingered myself until my index finger was covered in my own desire and then moved it back to my clit. The bundle of nerves formed a knot as I pushed away the hood and started to move my finger in a circle around it.

“Oh god, your dick feels so good.” I moaned and rubbed a little harder.

A real dick would definitely hurt—my pussy was so tight that I felt resistance when I tried to penetrate myself with more than one of my fingers. In my fantasy there was no pain. It was just amazing bliss from the first moment my finger swirled around my clit. I imagined Kincaid between my thighs, thrusting his cock into me, while Donovan teased my bodies with his lips. Then they switched. Donovan was inside me and Kincaid was moving his lips towards mine. Every real kiss I had was awkward, but the one I shared with Kincaid in my fantasy was fueled by passion. Kincaid pulled away and Donovan descended towards my lips without missing a beat with his vigorous thrust. I imagined my lips parting and Kincaid’s cock moving towards them. I could please two men at once—I could make both of them come at the same time.

Fuck me harder—make me come!

The things I said when I was alone in my apartment were filthy—and some of my thoughts were so filthy that I didn’t even have the courage to say the words out loud. That was the beauty of a fantasy. I could just let go of the timidness and pretend that I was a sexual deviant obsessed with cock. I took Kincaid in my mouth and Donovan in my pussy. Both them sent me reeling towards euphoria with glorious thrusts. I felt a pressure building up inside of me—one that would bring me the ultimate bliss I needed to satisfy my simmering desires. I rubbed my clit harder—imagined the two of them slamming into my body—and then the pressure sent me over the edge. My pussy started to spasm and my body writhed on the bed.