One Bride for Three Firemen

I lean against the doorframe, smiling. She holds out a towel-covered dish and takes a deep breath.

“Hi, Stephan,” she says shyly. “I thought I could bring you this.”

“More baked goods?” I smile back. “What did I do to deserve this? Was I good in a previous life?”

She blushes immediately, her cheeks going shiny and crimson. I gotta admit, I really like that. I can feel my cock pressing against the front of my sweatpants, a very unsubtle sign that I really do like it.

“Oh, um, I was just baking this morning? No fire this time, I promise!” she continues, giggling.

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell me all about it,” I continue, stepping aside to invite her in.

“Oh, okay!” she titters, following me into the main room of the old firehouse.

She walks slowly, her mouth hanging open as she gazes around the old room. If I see it through her eyes, I guess it is pretty cool. Huge, dark timbers. High ceiling. Triple-thick brick walls. The gleaming engine near the door. The long dining table and kitchen space beyond.

“Is that… your kitchen?” she breathes, her pace quickening.

I follow behind her as she walks, all business and curiosity, toward the kitchen. Look at that ass. I bet she thinks she is dressed modestly, but when that big ass starts working underneath her skirt, she is 100 percent sex. I want to bend her over the table and bury my face between her ass cheeks right now.

“Holy cow, this is amazing!” she exclaims.

She just stands in the middle of the kitchen looking back and forth, up and down, her mouth opening into that little ‘o’ I saw before. I will my cock not to pop out of the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Is it?” I wonder aloud. “What is amazing about it?”

“Just look at this place,” she continues, her voice hushed.

She walks from one end of the kitchen to the other, dragging her free hand across the stainless steel surfaces of the Subzero refrigerator, the twelve-burner stove, the triple oven, and the eight-foot-long prep table.

“Just look at what?”

She turns around to face me, and tips her head to the side. “I don’t know. It looks like a restaurant kitchen! Isn’t it great? Don’t you love cooking in here?”

“Yeah, I guess so… sometimes,” I answer, not wanting to tell her that cooking is actually more of a punishment than a benefit. Besides, this place is kind of overkill for the few of us that are left.

“I would love to cook in here,” she continues. “I could make… Well, everything. Anything.”

“I guess that’s the point,” I shrug. “Firemen kind of eat a lot. Big strong boys. You know how it is.”

She startles and looks at me again, as if remembering who I am, and that I am half naked. She bites her lip again—I love it when she does that—as she stares brazenly at my body. I feel myself get a little bit taller and hold my stomach in.

“How many are there of you?” she asks quietly, as though slightly afraid.

The strikes me as funny. “Oh! Well, I guess at one point we had like a dozen guys in here. But it’s only four of us now. Three, after Chief retires.”

“Three? You three?”

I see what she means. I come over and take the dish from her hand. She draws her breath slightly between her teeth when our hands meet. My dick throbs optimistically.

She didn’t get enough of me yesterday. I can fix that today.

The smell of cinnamon wafts up toward me and the dish warms my palms.

“Yes,” I confirm in a gentle voice. “Us three. Is that why you brought this delicious-smelling dish for? Us… three?”

She nods tightly, her eyes bright and inquisitive.

“That’s the deal, right?”

“Definitely,” I confirm.

She is so close, I can practically count her individual eyelashes, long and curly and brown. Her breath comes out in nervous puffs. Mixed with the smell of the cinnamon, they make a delicious combination.

There is a commotion behind me as Pete and Trigger come in through the back door. They make a bunch of racket, then pull up short when they see Olivia and me standing here close together.

My heart sinks a little when I realize that she and I won’t get to be alone any longer, but that is the deal, after all. A deal is a deal. And it is the sexiest fucking deal I have ever heard of.

“Look who brought us breakfast, guys,” I smile, standing aside.

She brightens when she sees them, arching her back and pushing those big tits against the fabric of her dress. I can tell she is already turned on by the way her nipples poke through the pink covering. Her cheeks are plump and shiny. She wiggles just a little bit, like an excited puppy.

And guess who else is excited. It’s Trigger. It’s always Trigger. He rushes toward her and picks her right up, crushing her tight between those enormous, rock-hard arms.