Uniform Fetish: Men Of Station 23 Part 6

"Well, it is his room."

"He was supposed to give it up for two weeks."

She didn't want Jake in trouble, especially after being a perfect gentleman, not making a move that entire night. Something soul deep pa.s.sed between them as they held each other close. "It seems he's had a change of heart. He made me feel welcome and never stepped out of line."

"That's weird," said Aaron, finally taking notice of their conversation. "He's usually a hard-a.s.s."

"I know he's dealing with some sort of issue, but he never told me what."

The two men shared a private glance. "You may as well tell her. Anyone with Internet can find out the details," said Aaron.

Conall didn't look thrilled to tell her the news. She could feel the connection between the four men, as if they were one body sharing the same soul. "Our buddy's been messed up ever since he wasn't able to save a family. It wasn't his fault, of course, but he blames himself for not being able to get everyone out of the building safely. He doesn't like to talk about it, even refused the counseling offered by the city."

"When?"

"About eight years ago," said Aaron.

Jake's behavior started to make sense to Tammy. She'd been through something similar. She knew how it felt to carry guilt around with her. Although she was only ten when her home caught fire, she blamed herself. There was no way Jake purposely let people die, but there was probably little to make him believe that.

After what she'd told him about her history, it was no wonder he didn't want to tell her the truth. He probably thought she'd judge him as harshly as he judged himself. Tammy had the urge to go to Jake, but he was out at a traffic-accident scene with Darius.

The phone rang. Conall grabbed the phone off the wall cradle near the fridge. "Station 23."

He waited a minute, repeated himself, and then hung up. "Another crank call?" asked Aaron.

"Yeah. I'm getting sick of it. Call the boys at the department today and ask them to trace the number. As soon as Darius and Jake get back I have an inspection to do at the new apartment complex on Mapleview."

It was probably nothing. No one knew she was at the fire station. She hadn't even told her best friend, although she was sure Mr. Templeton had filled her in by now. But the frequent telephone hang-ups brought back unwanted memories of her years on the move. Her ex-boyfriend had stalked her from place to place, never giving her peace or complying with restraining orders. Could he have found her again? She'd actually started to believe he'd given up, that she could stop looking over her shoulder. Maybe it was wishful thinking on her part.

Chapter Ten.

"I can't remember the last time I was in a school like this," said Tammy as they walked along the wide, waxed hallway.

"We do these at least a couple times a month." Darius guided her into the gym, a hand to the small of her back.

Darius and Conall took Tammy along to one of their educational cla.s.ses. It was a group of grades four, five, and six at a local elementary school. Darius loved kids. Coming from a large nuclear family, he thrived with kids clamoring around him, asking questions, and showing genuine interest in his work. It was a small consolation for the life he'd never get to have.

Tammy laughed as the kids charged them. Darius and Conall wore their full uniforms and had one of the fire trucks parked out front to show the kids afterward. The teachers began settling the children on the gym floor. What he wouldn't give to be a kid again, no worries, just fun and games. Although he had to admit that his crew at Station 23 was like a second family. He'd grown up with the other three men, and if he had to be any place but home, it would be with them.

"Anyone know what we are?" asked Conall, holding his arms out to the sides. The kids laughed, calling out "firefighters" in unison. They did their usual drill and then Tammy helped hand out the activity books and magnets. He loved watching her laugh, her green eyes lighting up like emeralds. She wore a body-hugging, cream skirt suit for the event-respectable but d.a.m.n s.e.xy. For most of the presentation she sat with her legs crossed on one of the perimeter benches, watching as intently as the children. He couldn't stop himself from sneaking peeks at her calves and the glimpse of thigh as her skirt rode up. But there was more. He could see the future when he looked at her angelic face. If only things were different. But he couldn't turn back time now-and would he even want to? His parents were proud of his position at the station, and so was he. Being a firefighter was a boyhood dream turned reality. It meant a lot to him to make a positive difference in his community. But the balance between duty and desire was wavering. Every time he thought of Tammy, he questioned everything, making his life more unsettled.

He started up the truck once they were all inside. Tammy rode up front with him, getting a different point of view than when she rode in the back with the guys. It felt right having her beside him in his masculine world.

"Now what?" she asked.

"You're here to learn, right? I say we take you to our training facility just on the outskirts of town."

"What if there's an emergency?"

"We'll still be close enough to respond in time." Darius winked at her and took the next left heading out of town. He had plans for Tammy. As much as he should stay away from her to avoid more pain when she walked out of his life, he just couldn't.

The training center was deserted. They usually only used the place once a month for a refresher or for new recruits. The police department put it to use at times, too. There was no shade or reprieve from the sun in the acres of open land. The gra.s.s had long since dried to a golden hue. He slowed the truck to a halt just on the perimeter of the grounds where the wooden structures were set up for training.

"It looks like a set from a movie," she said as they approached on foot. "Like one of those boot-camp comedies."

Conall walked backward, a playful look on his face. "Promise you this place is anything but fun. We should put you to the test."

"Me?"

Darius planned full well to push Tammy's limits. He'd love to see her delicate feminine frame try to do a fraction of the tasks expected of him and his crew. Her delicate beauty was a turn-on, especially when living day in day out with muscle-bound men. Conall didn't have to ask to know what Darius was up to. Whether or not Tammy succeeded in the obstacle courses, they'd have her body before they returned to the station.

"Take off your jacket," said Conall. He held out one of their fire-r.e.t.a.r.dant jackets kept locked up at the training facility. She wasn't sure why she humored them. The sun was high and she'd already broken out in a sheen of sweat. But Tammy decided there was no better research for her article than hands-on. It would be educational to get into their world on a new level, to know what it felt like to have to lug all that equipment as they tried to save people.

"Okay." She laid her matching jacket on the back of a split-rail fence.

Darius joined them, giving her the once-over. "The skirt has to go, too. How do you expect to climb the rope wall in that?"

She'd normally protest to doing the course in her undies, but there was no audience, and the thought of losing her clothes released a wave of liquid heat in her p.u.s.s.y.

"Okay," she repeated. Tammy carefully set her skirt over her jacket, leaving her in just a sheer camisole, bra, and panties. "Time to prove I've got what it takes."

They both laughed, a contagious sound, both masculine and boyish at once. She was having fun. More fun than she'd had in ages. Only her friend Stephanie had been able to get her out of her doldrums, but Tammy had been at peace since coming to the station.

Conall spun her around and helped her get the heavy jacket on. It came down to her knees. "I'm timing you starting in five, four, three, two..."

She ran over to the rope wall, grabbed onto the thick, aged yellow rope, and braced her foot against the solid wooden wall. It was harder than it looked, especially when she wasn't prepared. Her heels might have been low, but they were slippery, making it difficult to walk up the wall.

"If I can reach you in ten seconds, I'll spank your a.s.s, Tammy." Their voices were just below her. She let her shoes fall, allowing her to better grip the wall with her feet. She was certain she couldn't go higher, but then imagined this was a real emergency situation. What if there was a family like hers in need of saving? What if her performance meant life or death to her parents? One firefighter was put in the same position twenty-six years ago. She easily slipped into character, her imagination a fertile ground. She fought, beads of sweat dripping down from her temples. It was impossible. She'd fail now as she did then. It was all her fault.

When she finally dropped to the ground, her palms burned from the rope and her a.s.s sore from the healthy fall, a well of emotion rose up.

"Naughty girl. I thought you were going to show us how it was done." Conall squatted down beside her, his hand caressing her inner thigh.

It was Darius who saw her tears first. "Leave her be. She's gone and hurt herself." He lowered her to her back, shielding the sun from her eyes by moving to block the rays with his back. "Where does it hurt?"

She didn't want to tell them she'd had another emotional breakthrough regarding her childhood trauma. Only Jake knew the truth, and not even the whole truth. It would be better to just pretend she was hurt, although it wasn't too much of a stretch considering how much of her throbbed in discomfort. "Everywhere."

Conall lifted her hands and kissed her sc.r.a.ped palms. "I'll get the medical kit." He stood and dashed off, his heavy footfalls retreating back to the truck.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't know what I was thinking bringing you here. Guess I thought it'd be cute to see you playing the part."

"I'm glad you did. Besides, a few b.u.mps and bruises didn't hurt anyone." Tammy hadn't antic.i.p.ated how the replica fire scenarios set up around the training area, combined with having the emergency gear on her own back, would transport her back in time. She'd done well around the station, but now her control was harder to maintain.

She was only one person. Dealing with the confusing s.e.xual relationship they'd all started, along with her irrational fears of her ex, and memories of her past-she was losing the battle to keep her emotions guarded.

"Roll over. Let me check your rear end." She savored the sight of his smile until he rolled her over to her stomach. He chucked off her heavy jacket and then peeled her panties down over the curve of her a.s.s. His big hand caressed her aching flesh, his fingers faintly rubbing along her crease. Emotions or injures be d.a.m.ned, because her body became alight with desire from the simple touch.

Tammy took deep, controlled breaths, trying not to show her need. She dug her fingernails into her palms hoping the pain would douse the heat raging in her c.u.n.t. It just seemed impossible to control herself around any one of her men. One touch, one look, one word was enough to set her off.

Conall returned, settling in on the opposite side of Darius. "Does she have a sore a.s.s?"

"She has an adorable one, that's for sure," said Darius. "But maybe I should kiss it better to be safe." He leaned forward, one hand on her upper back as he kissed the globe of her a.s.s. Her feelings of insecurity and torment fizzled away as the men worked together to seduce her. They acted like a drug, helping her forget her past and focus on the here and now.

"We should get her off the ground."

Darius chuckled. "What do we learn in Victim 101?"

"Right. Never move the patient. We'll have to deal with her right here." Conall trailed his hand under her camisole, his hand over her bare flesh sending tiny shivers scattering throughout her body.

"She's not afraid to get a little dirty. Are you, Tamara?"

Her pulse raced. She was nearly naked on the p.r.i.c.kly gra.s.s bed beneath her. Two men were playing with her, slowing driving her mad with their teasing. Her sc.r.a.pes and b.u.mps were long forgotten. All that mattered were their hands, their mouths, their c.o.c.ks.

"Then she won't have a problem getting a little nasty, either."

Tammy looked to her side. The so-called first-aid kit Conall was supposed to bring over was actually a small white case filled with an a.s.sortment of s.e.x toys. She could see a red silicone d.i.l.d.o peeking out over the edge. What had she gotten herself into? These firefighters were either depraved from lack of s.e.x or too much s.e.x. Even though it was wishful thinking, she wanted to be the only one for them-all four of them. She was so greedy.

"Have you ever played with big-girl toys, Tammy?" Conall's deep voice reverberated all the way to her c.l.i.t. Her s.e.x life to date had been vanilla and unimpressive-until arriving at Station 23. Now new doors had opened for her, and she doubted it would be possible to seal them shut again. Once she'd gotten a taste of their forbidden pleasures, she only wanted more.

She attempted to lift herself up with her arms, but Darius's flattened hand to her back firmly returned her to her stomach.

"Tell me where it hurts," said Darius, returning those menacing fingers back to the seam of her a.s.s. His featherlight touch had a significant effect on her desire. She wanted more, her patience growing thinner by the minute. "What about here?" He spread her cheeks slightly apart before tracing her tight a.n.u.s with his finger. She could feel moisture coating her inner thighs now. Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed as she antic.i.p.ated what would come next.

"Yes," she whispered. Her voice sounded wanton, like a shadow of herself.

"I have the cure for that," said Conall. She watched as he lubricated a small black b.u.t.t plug. Tammy had seen them in the store where she'd bought her vibrator but never bought one. Until Darius showed her how pleasurable a.n.a.l s.e.x could truly be, she had no interest in experimenting on her own. "Hold her apart."

Darius's big, rough hands held each cheek open as Conall guided the silicone phallus past her tight a.n.a.l ring. She fought the intrusion at first, a jolt of fear pulling her from her dream-like state.

"Relax, sweetheart. You've done this before. Push back against the toy. It'll just stretch you out, prepare you for the real thing." The warm breeze caressed her sensitized flesh. She complied, knowing what he said was true. Once she could get past that initial burn, the uncomfortable tightness, it would be the ride of a lifetime. And she didn't want just one c.o.c.k. Tammy wanted to replicate that same delicious feeling of being double-f.u.c.ked. Of being so stuffed to overflowing that her o.r.g.a.s.m would be cushioned by all the male flesh filling her. It was incomparable and about to happen again.

Conall eased the plug inside her a.s.s in slow, measured increments. Already she realized how much better a real man was, so warm and stiff. She couldn't wait until one of them decided to stop playing and f.u.c.k her properly.

They were both still in full uniform. Her fetish only made her need stronger. "How's that?" asked Conall.

"I'm okay," she said.

"d.a.m.n is it ever hot out today." Darius stripped off his heavy yellow coat and laid it on the burnt gra.s.s. Then he sat down over it and proceeded to release his erection. She watched with fascination. His c.o.c.k was an impressive sight, the perfect male specimen. There was no dim lighting concealing his erection this time. She admired the swollen head, muscles, and veins-an organ made for her pleasure. It represented relief from her near-constant ache since meeting these men in person. "Come here."

As she rose to her knees, Conall was there ensuring her b.u.t.t plug stayed in place. He helped her slip her panties off as she moved. "Straddle him."

Tammy willingly complied, lowering herself onto Darius's legs. Conall plucked off her camisole once she settled. After he removed her bra, leaving her completely nude in the vast open area, Darius lunged for her breast like a starved man. His hot, wet mouth was heavenly against her sensitive nipple. He wasn't gentle today but tugged her firm peak, creating a mix of pleasure and pain that stole reality within a heartbeat.

She tossed her head back, the sun warming her face. "Yes," she managed to say. But most of her words were illegible, the sounds of a woman lost to her l.u.s.t.

Conall's hands smoothed down her sides and around her body to find her c.l.i.t. He toyed with her, painting rhythmic circles over her bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and c.l.i.t, combined with the toy tight in her a.s.s, turned her into a wanton woman. It no longer mattered that they were out in the open, about to f.u.c.k on the hard ground. Just like in the station or in the truck with Aaron, these men managed to cast an erotic spell over her.

Darius gripped the base of his c.o.c.k and slapped her hip to encourage her to mount him. She was ready. "Come on, beauty. Let me feel you sink down on my d.i.c.k." As she lowered down over those impressive inches, Conall's palm cupped her a.s.s, ensuring the toy stayed put. It was so much tighter having the plug inside her as Darius began to fill her empty p.u.s.s.y. "s.h.i.t, that's perfect." His voice was a half growl before his jaw locked tight and eyes partially closed. Once she was fully seated, he slapped her hip again in the same spot. She gasped, shocked that such a thing could arouse her like it did. Tammy enjoyed their rough play, the display of dominance, and no-apology f.u.c.king.

Chapter Eleven.

Conall could feel the toy bob in and out of Tammy's round a.s.s. Each time she sank down on Darius's c.o.c.k, it wanted to slip out. Soon he'd fill her with the erection straining in his pants and remedy the situation. He smirked to himself as he thought of his other two best friends. There was no way Aaron and Jake were having more fun than they were cleaning equipment at the firehouse.

He loved the way Tammy so willingly accepted him and his friends. It seemed like she'd been sent to them by some divine power, and Conall wasn't one to be religious. Over the years, it had been difficult for Conall to even get a date. His size, tattoos, and rough personality often scared away potential girlfriends. But this little brunette was hungry for more. She was the bookish type. He'd always been a firm believer those good girls had a wicked side. Tammy confirmed his suspicions, ready and willing to try anything. There weren't many women who'd let multiple men have free reign over their bodies. Not that he'd ever intentionally hurt her. Conall may have had a questionable past, but he'd never hit a woman or committed any violent crime. His friends called him a big teddy bear because he was usually slow to anger. But if someone f.u.c.ked with him or those he cared about, then he wouldn't back down.

Darius gripped both of Tammy's a.s.s cheeks, squeezing tight enough her redden her pale flesh. He pound into her p.u.s.s.y from under her, jostling her body.

"Lay back, Darius. It's time for our little siren to get double-teamed." He moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. "You like having two c.o.c.ks inside you, don't you?"

She nodded, partially in a daze, her eyes unfocused. She was ready for him, no signs of apprehension. He used a condom and lube from his lockbox and then positioned himself behind her. The plug came out easily, signaling she was ready to be entered.

"I'm close," she muttered. Her hands were braced on Darius's chest, gripping handfuls of his shirt. Darius continued to ride her hard once he was down on his back.

Conall pressed her forward, shifting his knees between his friend's legs for the best position. Tammy's a.n.u.s was slightly open from the toy, an erotic sight that made his c.o.c.k even harder. "Wait for me, baby. I want to be inside you when you come." He poised his erection and eased in. The glide was smooth thanks to the lube and her preparation.

"f.u.c.k," Darius grated as their c.o.c.ks slid against each other, only a thin membrane separating them. Tammy groaned, her breathing heavy. The sun reflected off the light sheen of sweat over the feminine curve of her back. She was perfect-cute and pet.i.te, s.e.xy and wanton.

"I want to come," she said. "Give it to me hard." Tammy turned on a switch in him, bringing out the beast. He pulled out and plunged back in, watching his c.o.c.k disappear into her a.n.u.s.

"Better?"

"G.o.d, yes."

Darius smacked and grabbed her a.s.s as they fought for leverage. They'd both gone off the deep end, f.u.c.king Tammy hard and fast. It still surprised him a tiny thing like her could take the two of them with no problem. There was no hesitation in her, her body almost limp as she encouraged them with her constant mewling.

He knew when her climb to release began. Her insides spasmed at random intervals, clamping down on his c.o.c.k and then releasing it. Tammy's breathing came out in short, rapid bursts, as if she was holding her breath, tensing, waiting. Then she exploded. She cried out, the sound carrying across fields. Darius came before him, his c.o.c.k pulsing against his, swelling and then releasing.

Conall splayed his hand in her hair before grabbing a fistful. He tilted her head back as he wrapped his other arm around her stomach to anchor her as he f.u.c.ked her. His b.a.l.l.s pulled up tight as he felt his o.r.g.a.s.m looming. Darius was spent, his lifeless body lying beneath her, his flaccid c.o.c.k still in her c.u.n.t. Conall worked her tirelessly until he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. The resulting bliss pulled a deep groan from his gut. s.e.x had never been this good with any other woman and he imagined never would again.

He finally flopped down on his back next to Darius, and Tammy rolled down between them. They were all quiet but for their heavy breathing. The white clouds drifted lazily across the late-afternoon sky. If he stared long enough he swore the whole world slowed down.

"That was amazing," said Darius after a lengthy silence. There was no tension between them, just exhaustion and a calming afterglow.

"Agreed," he said.