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He positioned himself behind Pearce, working his mouth over
his chief’s and best friend’s shoulders and nape. Pearce moaned and Ellie
twitched as he filled her up. Mitch continued to explore Pearce’s body with his
mouth as he plunged in and out of Ellie’s tight body. Mitch wanted to ready him
for his invasion. He was big, and from what he understood, it had been awhile
since Pearce had a cock in his ass.

Dark need slanted through Mitch’s body. He used his teeth on
Pearce’s flank, sliding his hands over his trim cheeks and spreading them
slightly. When he began to kiss the seam of his ass, Pearce issued a rough
sigh.

“Let yourself go. Let me open you.” He rimmed Pearce’s
intimate entrance and a guttural groan sounded. His hips jerked. Ellie’s
breathing hitched. Mitch continued to work his pucker until it was wet and
looser, ready for a finger. He probed it with a fingertip, easing it in a
millimeter at a time.

“Damn, man! Hurry up!” Pearce’s command nearly sent Mitch
spinning out of control. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. Mitch slid his finger in
to the first knuckle, his cock bouncing wildly at the tight and hot feel of his
entrance.

He withdrew his finger and sent it in again, this time
driving it to the second knuckle. He cupped Pearce’s balls with the other hand,
kneading him, giving him the ultimate experience and knowing without a doubt
he’d reciprocate.

Mitch pulled his finger out and Pearce tried to follow him.
Biting into his shoulder, Mitch sent two fingers in—deep. Locating the gland
that would send Pearce soaring, he curled his fingers against it, applying
pressure.

“Mitch, you’d better stop playing if you want me to last.”

“Take him, Mitch. He needs you moving inside him,” Ellie
whimpered.

He didn’t need more invitation. He pulled his fingers out
and blanketed Pearce’s body with his own. Then, gripping his cock at the base,
he sent the tip into his lover’s body.

Grinding his teeth, he fought for control. “So. Goddamn.
Tight.”

Pearce writhed and Ellie wriggled. Mitch shook from head to
toe as he slowly eased into Pearce’s body inch by maddening inch. His world
tilted and he lost a bit more of his soul too. Each time Pearce gave himself to
Mitch, Mitch found another portion of his heart had gone missing. And when
Ellie had come for him—come on his tongue—he’d fallen in love with her too.

Pearce angled his body to take all of Mitch. He slid in to
the root, seated firmly, balls aching, ready to bellow with release. He held it
back by going still. But he could feel Pearce’s pulse on his cock.

“F-f-fuck!” He started to move, the three of them in tandem,
in and out, gliding together in one violently trembling mass of limbs and
sensation.

Ellie came first, her body twitching beneath Pearce. Her
calves were wrapped around him and Mitch grabbed hold of them, pushing her legs
back a little to extend her pleasure. Over Pearce’s shoulder, Mitch glimpsed
her beautiful face as she came apart—ripe lips parting on a cry, auburn lashes
sweeping her cheeks as she pinched her eyes shut in ecstasy.

Mitch sank into Pearce’s body once more. “I can’t hold back,
man.”

“You and me both.” His body clamped around Mitch’s cock, milking
him.

Pearce jerked his head back and roared with pleasure. Mitch
succumbed to his need, letting the come rush up at last. As he spurted jet
after jet of hot come, he found Pearce’s throat with his lips and then he was
kissing, driving hard into him, giving more of himself than he’d ever thought
possible.

He came to his senses slowly. Pearce hung between him and
Ellie, breathing heavily. Mitch met Ellie’s soft gaze and his heart pinched
hard. Mitch had to kiss her, to let her know how grateful he was that she’d
allowed Mitch into their bed and into their lives.

As they tumbled apart, Mitch dealt with his condom and then
joined his lovers on the king-sized bed. Ellie snuggled into his arms and
Pearce stroked him, his rough hands drawing every last hint of stress from
Mitch.

He pressed a tender kiss to Ellie’s temple, meeting Pearce’s
hot gaze.

“Don’t you dare think about leaving this bed tonight, Mitch.
You’re in this for the long haul.”

Mitch’s heart leapt at Pearce’s words, his body already
starting the slow burn.

Chapter Eight

Ellie climbed off the sofa and sashayed naked through the
living room, parading herself before Pearce and Mitch as if she were a slice of
cake on a dessert cart.

Mitch chafed a hand over his handsome face. “If she twitches
her ass one more time, I say we take her.”

“That’s exactly what she wants.” Pearce jumped off the sofa
and lunged for her.

Ellie danced out of the way and rushed from the room, hoping
the men would follow to the place she wanted them most—the bedroom. In the past
four evenings, they’d had her every which way. In the shower, on the floor,
bent over various chairs, spread-eagle on the counter with a cock in her mouth
and one in her pussy. But they hadn’t taken her double yet.

And she craved it.

Her body hummed as she pattered down the hall ahead of
Pearce. He grasped her elbow as she entered, edging past her and pulling them
both into the room. She turned to see Mitch right behind, stalking them with
that intense look that always got her blood pumping.

“We need to take a vacation together. A week in the
Maldives,” Pearce said before latching his mouth around her nipple.

She squeaked and scraped her nails through his hair. “I
don’t know if I can take five days, let alone a week.” If they gave in to her
desires tonight and double penetrated her, she wouldn’t last that fifth day.
She’d be dead—killed by the fires of lust.

But she’d die one happy lady.

Mitch crowded onto the bed, nudged her bare thighs apart and
dove between them without another word. She shuddered as his hot lips touched
her neediest spot, his rough facial hair scraping her inner thighs deliciously.

She slid a hand around his nape, pressing him where she most
wanted. Pearce grazed her nipple with his teeth, raising a gasp from her. She
locked him to her breast, mind whirling with the bliss they forced on her.

“She needs a massage.” Mitch caressed her inner thighs,
working the muscles lightly, fanning his fingers over her pussy lips until she
thought she’d scream.

“Mm-hmm.” Pearce plucked at her other nipple until it was a
hard jewel, straining for his tongue.

“Here.” Mitch parted her folds and drove his tongue straight
into her sheath. She bucked but Pearce pinned her down.

“And here.” Pearce’s mouth was suddenly on her navel,
lapping the place she’d always found incredibly erotic.

“This is needy.” Pearce circled her clit with his fingers
while Mitch fucked her with his tongue. Electric need shocked her system like a
jolt of lightning.

Mitch pulled back far enough to whisper, “Not as needy as
this.” He found her nether hole, pushing on it until she cried out for more.

“Get the condoms and lube.”

“Thought you’d never fucking ask.” Mitch jumped off the bed
while Pearce moved back to her mouth. He kissed her lingeringly, expressing all
his love for her with the movements of his tongue.

When he pulled away, she met his gaze. “You sure this is
what you want, baby?” he asked.

“Gods, yes.” Her voice shook.

“Hmm. Good.” He nipped her lower lip, tugging it lightly.

Mitch returned with a condom rolled in place. She stared at
his erection for a long minute, imagining how it would fit inside her. She’d
taken Pearce’s cock in her ass plenty of times, and even let him use a small
dildo on her ass while he fucked her, but she’d never had two men. And never
one as big as Mitch. When he entered her pussy, it seemed to stretch her to the
max. What would happen when he took her from behind?

She beckoned to him with her fingers. He came near the edge
of the bed and she wrapped her fingers around his arousal, guiding it to her
lips. The condom was banana flavored and she giggled a little as she lapped at
his thick head.

“You dare to laugh, Ellie? I’ll make you pay for that.
Fucking take it all.” A bracket of humor appeared around his full lips even as
his eyes burned. She opened her mouth and allowed him to press his length past
her lips.

Pearce moaned at the sight, reaching between his legs and
fondling his length while he fingered her pussy teasingly. She sucked on
Mitch’s cock, reveling in the length bulging her cheeks. But she wanted to see
her husband’s mouth distended and full.

Sliding her lips up Mitch’s shaft, she grasped the root and
guided his swollen head toward Pearce’s lips. His eyes darkened to a simmering
green-gold as he took their mutual lover’s length into his mouth.

She watched each inch disappear into her husband’s mouth and
thought she’d come there and then. Every nerve ending sang out. Having these
two men with her, pleasuring her and filling her life with so much more than
she’d ever thought possible was mind-blowing.

Pearce hollowed his cheeks and sucked Mitch’s length all the
way to the back of his throat. Ellie moaned at the sight, her pussy releasing a
fresh flood of cream.

“Enough,” Mitch grated out. He tried to pull back but Pearce
followed him, licking the length all the way to the tip. “I need inside her
before I come. I need to feel your cock slipping against mine through her thin
barrier.”

Shivers of want rippled through her, raising gooseflesh in
their wake. She held Mitch’s gaze for a heartbeat, reading so much in his dark
chocolaty gaze. He traced her cheekbone with his fingertip and she closed her
eyes, falling deeper.

Pearce spread out on the sheets and pulled Ellie atop him.
She drank in his scents and lowered her mouth to his, drinking from him, taking
what she wanted. His erection bobbed against her slick folds, tormenting her.
But she waited to take him inside her, hoping to extend their pleasure. This
was too good.

Mitch knelt behind her, latching on to her hips tightly. She
rocked, drawing a moan from him. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. You’re the luckiest
man in the world, Pearce.”

“So are you,” Pearce said. He entwined his fingers with
Mitch’s and together they guided her down Pearce’s cock. Each veined inch
filled her to perfection. Flames licked at her insides and she clenched around
him.

He gave a loud grunt as she sank to his base. Then Mitch
probed her ass with his lubed fingers, spreading the gel over her flesh,
working it so she didn’t have discomfort. Each pass of his fingers drove her
higher.

When he slipped a finger in, she cried out.

“That good, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Want more fingers?”

“Please!” She pulsated around Pearce’s length as Mitch added
a second finger, stretching her.

“Fuuuck, man, I can feel you already.” Pearce bit off the
words. She focused on the pleasure she read on his rugged features—how his lips
pulled tight over his teeth and a vein appeared on his temple. Giving this
ecstasy was the best thing she’d ever done.

Mitch pumped his fingers into her ass again and again, until
she was begging for more and Pearce was about to come unglued. Then she felt
Mitch’s lubed cock replacing his fingers.

Bit by bit, he worked his way past her muscular rim. She
cried out and rocked her hips backward, urging him to fill her up.

Her body pulsated and she hung in a cloud of need. Her
muscles went limp and Pearce and Mitch supported her weight between them,
moving her when they wanted to as they thrust into her body in unison.

When they withdrew together, her body ached to be filled
again. When they drove back in, she was full to bursting. She lost herself and
strangled cries left her.

Mitch’s breath was hot on her neck and Pearce’s hands were
everywhere, stroking, touching, tweaking her nipples. The knot inside her
suddenly broke apart and she found herself flying. Waves of intense feeling
struck her. She stopped breathing. Her pussy clamped down on Pearce’s cock and
both men groaned. Her ass vibrated around Mitch’s length and they roared.

Wild now, they made love to her, taking her body and
gathering passion from each other. She felt the first jerks of Mitch’s cock and
then Pearce’s hot juices flooded her. She rode out their pleasure, drifting in
a mindless fog. Her world vanished and she felt, tasted, smelled and heard only
Pearce and Mitch. Her lovers.

* * * * *

Pearce shuffled through a sheaf of papers in his hand that
heralded the Fireman’s Banquet the Chamber of Commerce was holding that
Saturday to honor their everyday heroes.

A familiar hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed.
Mitch.

Pearce twisted away, nearly jumping out of his skin. He met
Mitch’s shocked gaze with a glare. “We discussed our need to remain on the
down-low here at the station,” he whispered, shooting a glance around the
nearly empty locker room. One man sat in the corner, taking inventory of his
gear, as they all did when they first came to work.

Mitch’s anger flared. “No, you came up with that rule. I’m
not embarrassed by you.” With that, he swung away, stomping out of the locker
room.

Pearce fought to keep from going after him. He didn’t want a
disgruntled lover but the last thing he needed was trouble within the house. It
was bad enough sending Mitch into burning buildings and car wreckages because
he worried about him so much. But he needed this job. It was his life.

He smacked the stack of papers off his thigh. “Damn.”

Heading across the room, he handed the man a flyer. “This
Saturday Firehouse 17 is taking over our duties and we’re attending this
banquet. Make sure your dress uniform is clean.”

“It is, Chief.”

“Good.” Pearce continued on, placing flyers in individual
lockers of the men who weren’t on duty today and then going off in search of
those who were. He found most of his team in the rec room, bouncing a Ping-Pong
ball around. Two guys were playing video games, seated side by side on the worn
couch.

What if he and Mitch were seen like that? Would someone
detect the note of desire that always resonated beneath the surface for them?
Maybe he needed to look into a transfer. There were plenty of houses in the
city.

But no openings for position of chief.
Any move would
be a step down. He’d worked hard to get to the place he was. He loved leading
men and being responsible for their safety and the city’s population.

Mitch opened the door, spotted Pearce and backed right out.

“Shit. Morelli!” He dumped a stack of the handouts on a
table and strode after his lover.

Mitch’s dark head was disappearing down the hole cut out for
the fireman’s pole. Pearce grabbed on to the pole and dropped too, landing
seconds after Mitch.

He whirled on Pearce, slicing the air with an angry hand.
“What do you want?”

Pearce stared at him, heart pounding. If he messed this up,
Ellie would never forgive him. He’d never forgive himself.

“We need to clearly define our boundaries.”

“Yeah?” Mitch moved in close. “I thought we had when we
fucked your wife together last night.”

Pearce glanced around to make sure no one was within
earshot, and this infuriated Morelli further.

“Dammit, man! What is it you really want? What do you get
out of our encounters? Because I get a hell of a lot more than orgasms.” Mitch
kept his voice pitched low but his eyes blazed.

Drawing a shaky breath, Pearce fought for control of this
situation. He wasn’t going to let Mitch fuck up his job—or Pearce’s. He inched
closer until they were chest to chest. Heat flashed through his body like a
wildfire but he ignored it. He needed the upper hand.

“What I do out of uniform is my business. But when I’m
wearing this…” He grasped the front of his tee-shirt, which said
Firehouse 5
.
“
I’m in charge.”

“You’re a different person in that shirt.”

“That’s right. If you were female and we were dating it
would be the same way, Morelli. One of us would have to go.”

“Well, that can be arranged.”

Pearce’s heart seized. He didn’t want Mitch to belong to
another station. Another crew. Another chief. He needed to keep him here so he
could keep an eye on him, look out for his safety. If something ever happened
to the man…

Mitch tore one of the sheets of paper from his hand and gave
it a cursory look. “Banquet, eh? I won’t make you ask me not to come—I’ll just
take myself out of the equation now.” With that, he crumpled the paper and
dropped it to the concrete floor. Then he jerked around on his heel and stomped
to the door leading outside.

The pain of what he’d done slammed Pearce harder than any
wall of heat from a fire. His chest ached with the need to roar and his throat
closed off. What had he done? Alienated his friend—the man he’d come to feel as
close to as Ellie.