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  Nix cut his eyes away from watching the woman that he was planning to fuck in the not so distant future. She strained every muscle in her body to climb the ropes and reach the top. He heard everything they said and wanted to add a few more coarse observations, like how good her pussy would glove his cock, and how sweet he anticipated her pink flesh would taste on his tongue. He said neither of those things because Trys was correct. His cock was already hard from watching her go through the paces they were all put through, and he wanted her. She didn’t know that, not yet, but she would very soon. If his worst fears came true, and she turned out to play the daredevil with her life, his hand would fit nice across her ass for daring to worry them about her safety. He spoke in a low voice to them as he watched her finally reach the top of the ladder.

  “Let’s do this, and try not to fuck it up. Most women have fantasized about two men loving on them, very few would admit to loving the idea of three men at the same time. Face it, guys, if she was the run of the mill good time girl, it wouldn’t be a big deal. This one could ruin us for any others, and believe it or not, I’m looking forward to it.” He looked toward her and said, “Burn me, beautiful, the hotter the flame the better I like it.”

  Trystan doubled over with laughter and Gray shook his head, and smiled. “Yeah, what he said.”

  Chapter Four

  Yes, she admitted that every chop she made she was thinking about her superior’s head. Why she let it bother her so much she didn’t know. For years, she had battled men thinking she wasn’t good enough, and never once did she actually give a shit about what they said. She would laugh and then prove them wrong. But knowing Nix had a trust issue with her, burned her ass.

  What the fuck was she supposed to do though? Shit, she needed to concentrate and not get her ass booted out of the program, with Barbie being tossed out already, she knew they were just waiting to see who was next. All the guys thought it would be Keely or her, she knew it, and she was going to prove them wrong.

  Tomorrow she would get the bird up in the air; she was more than ready to get back up where she belonged. Jez understood she needed to be in physical shape, especially if she was needed to help on the ground, or if something happened to her bird, but damn, she was itching to get this shit going.

  Taking a deep breath, and to make matters worse, fucking Nix was her spotter. She ground her teeth as she thought about his watching her every move. With a growl, Jez struck the tree again fiercely. She heard a chuckle in the tree across from her and she turned. Grayson was there and Trystan was below spotting him. She frowned and shook her head as the man winked at her.

  “Come on, Jez, let’s make this interesting,” Grayson called.

  She paused and looked at him warily. “Oh yeah, how we gonna do that?”

  Trystan called up from below. “Yeah, how we gonna do that?”

  She heard Nix say something but Trystan just laughed and then Grayson said, “Well, how about this. If you finish your tree before I finish mine, we take over cooking duty for Keely. If I finish before you, then you go out to dinner this weekend with us.”

  Jez frowned and looked at Grayson. “Us?”

  Grayson laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Hell yeah, us. Trystan, Nixon, and me, it is called a devil’s four-way.”

  She heard a faint growl from below and she looked down. Nix was frowning at the two men who were grinning at her and she shook her head. “Maybe you should be talking to everyone first, and maybe see a shrink.” She snorted.

  Jez went back to chopping her tree and tried to ignore the men who were all staring at her intently, after only a few chops she turned and glared, “WHAT?”

  “Well, baby girl,” Trystan said slowly. “I never thought you would be a chicken.”

  “Huh?” she grunted, moving to look at the two men who were both nodding their heads and she looked back at them with a shocked expression. “You were serious?”

  “As a fucking heart attack,” Trystan growled.

  “But we work together,” she said weakly.

  “Yeah, we do. And we are grownups who know the difference between professional and personal,” Trystan said seriously. “We have never approached a team mate but there is just something about you that we can’t resist.”

  “Huh?” Jez said and looked around, how weird, they were talking about this shit when she was strapped to a tree and unable to actually think about what they were saying.

  “We can explain everything at dinner, do you agree to the bet?” Trystan smiled and she frowned but nodded her head. “Good, on the count of three.”

  Jez froze and realized she had agreed to this crazy bet, what the hell was wrong with her? She looked at the guys who were all grinning and she grabbed her axe and then took a deep breath, shit.

  “So you lost?” Keely laughed and rolled on her bed, clutching her stomach.

  “Shut up,” Jez grumbled and pulled on a clean t-shirt and looked for her yoga pants. She needed to get dinner going because there was no way the guys were going to wait. They had all been moaning about being hungry when they arrived back to The Shack.

  “But, you lost. I mean, seriously, Jez, they totally set you up. It is cute, hell, if I had a date with three steaming hot and sexy men, I would not be frowning and acting like I lost my best friend.” Keely laughed.

  “Yeah, the key word, THREE,” Jez said.

  “Oh please,” Keely waved at her and then sat up and looked at her seriously. “My parents lived in the lifestyle, I mean ménage, they had a very loving and fulfilling relationship. I get that it is shocking, and unusual. However, growing up, I always had a parent, I always had someone looking after me. I never wanted for anything.”

  Jez stood shocked, she wasn’t totally innocent, she had met people in Wyoming who lived in a ménage, she was just shocked that three men wanted to ‘date’ her.

  “Not judging anything, honey,” she said softly. “I just can barely handle dating one man, let alone three.”

  “Oh,” Keely grinned. “Well in that case, I have a few pointers. My dads said the reason their relationship worked is because they talked about everything. Nothing was off the table, and trust me when I say nothing, a little too much information moments growing up. They also said their sole focus was on my mother, she didn’t have to worry about keeping them happy, they had to worry about keeping her happy.”

  Jez bit her lip and shrugged, she wasn’t going to admit that thinking of the three men taking care of her wasn’t a nice thought. They were sexy and hot, but they were also domineering and extremely bossy. She wasn’t sure she could handle that.

  “I am going to make dinner,” Jez said firmly. “I will live in the land of ‘maybe they will forget the bet’ and just do my job!”

  “Well, when you are ready to join the land of ‘they are trying to get in your pants and you will love it’ let me know.” Keely snorted. “‘Cause then I will know that I can actually join the land of ‘I can cook and everyone loves it’.”

  Jez smiled and shook her head and walked out of the room. She needed chocolate, it solved everything.

  It had been a long, hard damned day and Trys was tired but in the mood after being sandwiched between Jez and Gray in the truck a little while ago. The woman was sexier than hell and Gray, well, Gray had always been his type of partner. Being bi-sexual in this career wasn’t as easy as some might think, even with the world beginning to accept gay rights, being bi was still considered taboo. They had found each other three years ago after a fifteen-day stretch of fighting wildfires, and been lucky enough to stay together since then.

  Hotshots were a rare breed to begin with; the testosterone levels when they were under the gun during a fire were palpable to anyone in the vicinity. Once the danger passed, and they could relax, it was hard to let that adrenaline go. Sex was the best outlet he’d experienced to come down from that high, and thankfully with Gray around, they were luckier than most to have a partner to turn to. After the bet today, Trys hoped they woul
d have another outlet soon.

  Damn, Jez was fucking hot. And Nix had been shocked when he suggested the foursome for dinner, but hell, Trys and him had seen the way their friend was looking at Jez, they knew he would never make the first move, or if he did, he would fuck it up, because the guy was just a born PITA. He loved him, but sometimes he seriously needed to face reality. Right now, all he could think about was relieving some of the tension from the day.

  Training for a fire gave him the same feeling as sex sometimes, but not as intense, so he grinned when he saw Gray strip down to his skin and head for the shower. That eyebrow he’d raised as he looked back at Trys told him all he needed to know, and he peeled the sweaty shirt off and tossed it onto his bed. Once he’d removed the rest of his clothing, he went to his kit and grabbed a couple of condoms before heading to the shower. As far as he knew, Gray and he were pretty much exclusive to one another, but it was always better to be safe than sorry later on.

  He took his time admiring his friend’s body. The man was long and lean with well-defined muscles. His hands were soaping his cock and balls in a way that made Trys stop watching and step into the cubicle to assist him with that chore.

  “I see you got a head start on me, let’s see if I can help you with that.” His hands replaced Gray’s and he ran the soap between the tight muscles of the cheeks of his ass. “You know for a smoke eater, you’ve got a hell of a body.” He handed the condoms in his hand to Gray. “Hang on to these for a few, I see a spot that you missed shaving, I’ll take care of that for you.”

  Gray grabbed a handful of his hair to hold him in place long enough for a deep kiss, before letting his hold go so Trys could slide his tongue down his neck and chest to his nipple and give it a lick before taking it between his teeth and applying light pressure on the tiny nub. “Fuck, that is good, man, I need to feel your lips on me. Between you and Jezebel today I had a hard time concentrating on anything but her ass and your mouth. Even jacking off this morning didn’t help when she bent over and you smiled at the same fucking time. I thought I would come right then in my goddamned gear.”

  Trys looked up from his position on his knees, where he had Gray’s balls in his hand and the disposable razor in the other. “She has the same fuckin’ effect on me. Something about that little gal gives me a semi-hard cock every time I see her. I wanted to slap the shit out of Nix for being an ass to her earlier, and that’s not something I normally think of when I think about him. He’s a good friend, but he doesn’t swing from the same branches we do. Now that I think on it, he’s been a son-of-a-bitch since he found out she was joining this group.” He carefully slid the razor around Gray’s testicles and pulled on the slit between his ass cheeks.

  “Spread ‘em or you’re going to be left with a furry ass, and you know I’m not fond of hairy dental floss.”

  Gray decided he would do him one better, so he stepped back and turned around to bend at the waist and spread his long legs wall to wall in the shower stall as he gripped the shower bar. “There, this is as good as it gets in this space, if you can’t get to the spot, you are just gonna have to put up with it, or get little Jezzy in here and we can both enjoy her.”

  He felt the razor gliding up and over his taint and into the gap between his cheeks and moaned low. “Fuck, man, you want to move a little faster? My cock is as hard as a damned rock, and I’m not gonna’ last for long.”

  Trys tapped his thigh to distract him, but then the fucker grabbed the showerhead and directed it over his cock, balls, and asshole. He felt the pleasure that his body had wanted for the entire day begin to roll over him, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spraying cum on the shower wall before he was ready.

  Trys licked Gray’s sac before running his tongue up and into the tightest hole a man had to offer. He rimmed the clean hole and squirted a little shampoo on his fingers to penetrate that hole without hurting his lover. One finger, and then another worked inside the heated tunnel that he planned to slide his cock in. “We should have brought some lube in here, man, even with the shampoos and my spit, you’re gonna feel this. Are you sure? ‘Cause I can wait until we get in the other room.”

  Gray’s head went down and he began to laugh, “You blind fucker, it’s on the vanity, reach your paw out there and snag it. I thought you saw me grab it from my kit. What the fuck, man, you remembered the condoms, you should know by now. Oh fuck yes, right like that.”

  While Gray was berating him, Trys had gotten the tube of lube and was already sliding his fingers deep and spreading them to make room for his thick cock. “Hand me one of those packs and shut up for a minute. Your ass is so tight if I don’t work you a little you’ll be screaming, and we’ll have an audience.” He worked a third finger inside and heard Gray make a hissing sound. He waited to pump his fingers to give the man time to get comfortable with his invasion before he continued. When he felt Gray push back, he continued and enjoyed the way his friend moaned and finally demanded that he finish it. He ripped the plastic package open, rolled the latex over his thick cock, aiming it directly to the entrance, and slowly began his push inside.

  Gray pushed back, trying to get Trystan’s cock deep where he liked it to be. His balls tightened even more and he knew he was coming as soon as he felt the thickness slide over that spot and slide back, working him in just the right place. “I’m coming, you’re on your own, buddy. Fuck this feels good, yeah right there.” He groaned and gripped the towel bar harder while the cum sprayed from his cock in pulsating spurts, to be rinsed away down the drain. He felt the cock in his ass throb and knew that Trys was coming too, so when his cock was deep, he tightened this glutes, trapping him long enough to finish his pleasure too. Trys leaned onto his back while his body jerked, and he grabbed harder to hold on for the ride as he loaded the tip of the condom with his jizz.

  “Fuck, that was good.” Trys pulled back and leaned against the shower stall to get his bearings. He looked down at his deflating cock and laughed as the condom hung on to the ring around the head of it with the rest dangling. He looked at Gray and grinned, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me because I think we put the little fucker in a coma.”

  Gray laughed aloud, and soaped his ass again. “Hand me that showerhead, will you? I’m about done here and I’m hungry.”

  Trys handed it over and pulled the condom from his now limp dick. He opened the shower curtain and tossed the thing into the open toilet bowl, before grabbing the soap to finish his shower.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning four more people were gone. They were close to having their crew, and once they did, the training would be even more intense. At least today, she was going to fly her baby. It had been a few days, and she was itching to get into the air.

  “Schedule for the day,” Nix said gruffly from the head of the table while shoveling in Jez’s breakfast burritos like he was a starving man.

  Jeb nodded. “I am taking Jez up in the air.”

  Nix glared at him and then her and leaned back. “I thought I was doing that?”

  The room was silent, Jez sat down in her chair and looked at her plate and waited. She knew why her godfather was taking her up. She had a call from her mother last night, her mother was moving here next weekend, and Jez had shared with her what was going on. So now Jeb wanted to talk to her and in private, since there was none here he was doing it in the air.

  “Nope,” Jeb said and looked at Nix. “I need you to put the men through the obstacle course, timed this time and no partners. Jez as out pilot doesn’t need to do it, she needs to start her training in the air, I am taking care of that.”

  Everyone in the room went silent; it was going to be the last cut. The obstacle course was brutal on a good day, which was why it would be the last test of the firefighters. Jez lifted her head up and waited, she didn’t think anyone but Nix knew of their connection but she could be wrong. No one said a word; they were more worried about what they were going to do t
oday.

  “Okay,” Nix shrugged and then looked back at the table and Jez took a deep breath. She would never have survived being in the close space with Nix. He sent so many mixed signals to her, she didn’t know which way was up with him.

  One, he didn’t trust her skills. And two, he flirted with her. She was who she was and the trust of being a pilot ran over into her personal life, she wasn’t sure they were going to get past that. She wasn’t sure she could even get past the whole working with these men and having a personal relationship. She was going to have to wait and see what they said on Friday she guessed, shaking off her thoughts.

  “The rest of you need to be ready in fifteen. We are leaving for the course in twenty, it gives you five minutes to get your packs ready,” Nix said and grabbed his half eaten plate of food.

  Jez listened to her teammates groan and bitch while they shoveled their food in, then began to leave. Jeb sat silently with her finishing his coffee and listening to the people. She wondered if any of them would be docked off for what they were saying.

  When the room was clear, Jeb put his arms on the table and leaned forward a little. “Jezzy?”

  She grinned at the name, she hadn’t had any time at all to talk to him like this, so she figured that right now he was her godfather not her boss. When they were in the air, he was her boss.

  “Jebby?” she said smartly like she had always done.

  “How you settling in?” he asked and she shrugged.

  “Pretty good, I mean I like Keely, she is an easy roommate. I can’t wait until training is over with so I can actually get out of the house for some real free time. Mom called and said she was moving, that you had found somewhere for her to rent for the first few months until she could find something to buy. But I won’t have any time to help her, which kinda sucks, I mean I won’t ask for special treatment or anything like that. It just sucks knowing she is this close and I can’t see her,” she said.