Jez wanted to cry, her arms screamed, her legs burned, and her fucking hair hurt, seriously, it hurt. She heard Keely yell her name from below. Thank God, she had been worried about her friends.
When her foot touched the ground, she turned. A huge man with a long red beard and bright blue eyes was standing there smiling. He was wearing overalls and fire boots and jacket. He looked like a Hillbilly Firefighter.
“Well hey there, missy,” he grumbled and she blinked.
“Um,” she croaked.
“No worries,” he said. “I am a volunteer firefighter. My name is Red but everyone calls me ‘Needledick’.” Jez blinked again and had no clue what to say to that. How unfortunate that someone chose that name for him and it stuck. He was huge, like mammoth, like a big giant bear and they called him ‘Needledick’?
“Um,” she tried again.
“Damn it, Needle,” another man said. “She just came in from the fucking zone, don’t go telling your life story to her, you will scare her.”
“It’s just a joke, ma’am,” Red said and then pulled her forward a little and began to lead her to the large canopy that was covering the backyard of The Shack.
Keely was bouncing on one foot and then another waiting for her. She was in shock; she knew it, because she couldn’t put two thoughts together. The only thing she could think of was where were the guys? She turned and tried to go back, searching for them in the crowd of men. But there were too many people.
Red was holding her arm and she heard someone shout her name. She looked around and then she saw the three men. Gray was on a stretcher, Nix and Trystan were right next to it, and they were searching for her.
Keely yelled her name and she ignored her and ran right for her men. Because that is what they were—hers. Nix saw her first, and she saw the look of relief on his face. Not caring who the fuck saw, she launched herself about a foot away from the guys right into Nix’s and Trystan’s arms.
Chapter Twelve
Fucking idiots, they only had to pick up the phone and call them to ask for help. Did they? No! What did they do? They concentrate on saving those pricks that washed them out. How is that even fair? They were not important, they didn’t know the fire, and they had no fucking clue what they were doing.
She had done them a favor trying to get rid of the arrogant assholes that thought they could douse the flame so easily. They can’t, it will always be there, solving problems like it had when she was little.
“We have to call the flame,” she whispered. “It needs to take care of the ones who don’t respect it.”
“I know,” he whispered back. “But he will come when it is ready. Just like it sent me to you when you needed me.”
She nodded and looked in the mirror again. He was always there for her since she was small; the flame had sent him to take care of her.
It was easy to remember the most important time in her life. A young girl in a home full of abuse and hatred. It was easy to see how the flame helped her. Every day a torturous nightmare which never seemed to end. Her mother a drunken crack whore who only cared about her next fix. Her father an abusive drunk who thought she would take care of everything her mother didn’t when she passed out. Until the one night when the flame came and saved her.
She had been sleeping in her closet on the floor in the back. The perfect place to hide from her drunken father when he came looking for her to do something, or to hide when she was so sore she didn’t think she could take anymore. That night it was the later one. That was when she had seen it, the flicker of the flame dancing in front of her eyes, calling to her, making her feel safe. That is when her protector appeared.
She had crawled out of the space and done exactly what the flame and her protector had told her. She went to the front room and opened up the cabinet where her parents kept their beloved drugs and booze. She was twelve, and she was not alone anymore.
He helped her pour the alcohol out all over the floor and down the hallway. She had paused when she reached their bedroom but he had pushed her through, telling her it was the only way to get out of this house. They needed to answer to the flame for their sins.
They had been passed out, oblivious to anyone and everything around them. It had been perfect, she thought back and grinned then looked at her savior again who was nodding. Together they had poured the flammable liquid all around the room, on the bed, and over her parents who had not moved a muscle.
It was just a flick of a lighter and her world changed. The flame and her savior had taken care of her, made sure she got out safely. Her savior stood on the sidewalk with her, watching her house burn, listening to her parents wake up in the flames, their screams as they were dying. Finally, helping her cry and show the correct emotion to the firemen who came to help her.
Sadly, she hadn’t cared, she hadn’t felt bad, and she hadn’t really wanted to cry. But it was expected. Her parents had killed all of her feelings long before that night. They were responsible for everything she had endured, and the flame and her savior had saved her.
“When will we know what to do?” she asked quietly.
He growled and paced behind her and finally stopped and their eyes met in the mirror. His were intense, and she knew what that meant. The flame was going to guide them again to do his will. She sucked in a breath and became excited. They had never let her down, and they never would, she knew this.
“Grab the bag,” he snapped and she grinned and nodded while she stood.
“We are going to do some recon. Then we are going to make sure they know what happens to people who cross us,” he said and she wanted to scream in glee.
Being forced to take time off didn’t set well with any of them. Knowing that it was the correct thing to do, considering the hell they’d been through in the past few days, made it easier to comply. After they had been questioned and the guys checked on the status, we were told to get some rest so they could help more when they really needed it.
The good part was they had been told the road was going to reopen with one lane. That meant Jeb was going to be able to get back. The bad part was Jez’s mother was with him and therefore she would be coming in too. She had been upset when she heard that, but there was nowhere else for her to go. The closet town was too far away and they were isolated just like Steamboat was. Jeb refused to take her there and out of his sight. Jez had grinned at this.
Once they were up-to-date, the stiff muscles and the filth covering her had finally caught up with her. She wanted a bath, a long hot bath to soak in and have a few minutes of peace.
One benefit to having time off was they had the inside of The Shack to themselves. Everyone else was out on duty, or they were bunking in the rec room. When they arrived, the men took off for showers and Jez opted for a quick shower to rinse the grime off and wash her hair in no time. She didn’t bother to dry off; she slid her arms into a thick robe and headed down to the rec area. It was a huge room that housed an indoor pool and spa. Her destination was the hot tub.
She reached for the control panel and flipped the switches on for the water jets, and stiffly crawled down into the heated water. It took a few minutes for her body to get used to the heat, but once it did, she groaned aloud as she felt the overworked muscles in her back and thighs loosen. The water cascaded over the tops of her shoulders and onto her neck, while she laid back and let the churning water do its work. She wasn’t aware she continued to moan and make happy noises while her body enjoyed its water massage.
Nix had searched her room, the kitchen, Trystan and Gray’s room, and hadn’t found her. All three men began systematically searching the place until Nix stood still for a minute and hushed the others. He grinned and headed for the rec area while they followed him. The trio came to a halt ten feet away from where Jez was submerged up to her chin in the bubbling water.
Gray cleared his throat and said, “It sounds like our girl is enjoying herself without us, look at the way she’s playing with her pretty little nipples. Makes
me wonder if she’s sitting on one of those jets that will shoot water up into her sweet little pussy. I don’t know about the two of you, but I think we need to offer her some help with what she’s doing.” He was pulling his shirt over his head muffling the last words.
His companions were busy undressing themselves, and knew that his intentions matched theirs perfectly. The three men advanced to the tub and Gray startled her by folding his hands over her own, and pinched her nipples just under where her fingers were pleasuring the tips.
She jumped and her eyes flew open, but she settled back into her former position and allowed the sensations to flow. “You guys are looking good in those birthday suits. Want to join me? My muscles feel like cooked spaghetti right now, and my back feels perfect too.”
Trystan chuckled and shook his head. “No, sugar, we want to join you alright, but we’d rather join with you instead of boiling our cocks like lobsters in a big ol’ pot. Why don’t you climb on out of there and I’ll show you what I mean?”
Jez smiled with a small lift of her lips. “I’ll be out in just a little bit. This feels so good that I really want the full effect of the water to turn my body to mush.” She wondered what they would say to that. She was only half teasing them, if they were in a hurry, she might forgo her longer soak, but they didn’t seem to be in a hurry, and Gray released her breasts, before saying.
“Well we’ll leave you to it then. We won’t disturb you; the den is big enough for what we’ll be doing anyway. Don’t boil that pussy too long, she might dry out, and we might need to make you come a couple of times before we can satisfy your demands for a hard cock to ride on.”
He walked away and Trystan patted him on the shoulder. They were headed to the door and Nix walked over to the weight bench to gather his sweats. They all looked so resigned and she couldn’t believe they’d given in so easily.
“Hey, wait a minute, where do you think you’re going?” She stood too fast and plopped back down into the water. She landed in the middle of the tub, in the deepest part and the water closed in over her head when she went down.
Trystan and Nix held her arms pulling her back up into a standing position, and Gray was laughing like a damn lunatic. She jerked her arm from Trystan’s grasp and bent low enough to sweep her arm and hand into the water to push enough water on Gray as he continued to laugh at her clumsy action. “You are an idiot, and I hope you get a cramp in the cheek of your ass.”
Nix held onto her slippery ribs as she climbed from the water, and Trystan shut off the jets. The room got so quiet she looked up into three sets of eyes filled with hunger and need. She turned around and headed for the shower cubicle that was open to the room for rinsing chlorine from the pool water or hot tub, and she stood under the spray gyrating around to make certain she got most of the bleach smell off her skin and out of her freshly washed hair. Nix handed her a towel as she turned off the shower and she thanked him.
He was looking on the other side of the room, so she swiveled her head to see what he was looking at. “Oh my God, that is so sweet and hot.” She watched as Gray pushed Trystan’s hair away from his eyes and the two men embraced. The kiss they shared was tender at first and escalated into an all out fuckfest as they held onto each other, dueling with their tongues, and when she saw Trystan palm Gray’s cock, she began breathing heavier.
Nix spoke quietly from right behind her. “They are something, aren’t they? I’m not inclined to sucking a man’s cock myself, but I can agree, watching those two making love, well, I feel like I’m intruding or something. I can see they love each other, but they love me too, just like I love them, and now you are part of our love, and family. There was a time I thought I might be repulsed by seeing two men enjoying each other like they do, but truthfully it is a beautiful thing, like living art.” He enfolded her into his embrace and they watched as Trystan went to his knees to take Gray’s beautiful cock into his mouth.
Gray looked their way and jerked his head at them to join them. His hand was still playing with Trystan’s hair, and Jez took the first step in their direction. She didn’t stop until she stood near enough to touch Trystan’s shoulders. She rested on her knees next to Trystan and began telling him how hot he was making her.
“One of these days you need to tell me how to take his cock so deep. You guys are unbelievably sexy like this.” She ran her hands over his back and laid kisses across his shoulder blades, and Nix handed her a small plastic pouch.
Gray told her, “Squeeze it onto your fingers and lay a little extra on his asshole, will you?”
She was fumble fingered at first, but finally got her fingers on one hand oiled with the liquid lube, and spread the cheeks of Trystan’s ass with her dry hand before squeezing a little extra lube onto her fingers. Then slid her fingers into the small opening that stretched and made Trystan moan when she pushed her fingers for more depth, and twisted her hand a little to set her digits deeper. “The heat is incredible.”
She was busily reaming her fingers in to and out of Trystan, when Nix pulled her back and kissed her with intent. His thick fingers slid through the wetness that her cunt had been leaking onto her thighs and the thin line that trailed toward her knees while she had been learning about pleasuring a man’s asshole.
By the time Nix’s lips left hers and began to trail down to her breast, Trystan was on all fours, and Gray was slowly entering him from behind. She whimpered remembering the feeling of having been taken in both of her entrances at once and felt more wetness slide from her needy pussy. She reached over and barely touched Trystan’s cock’s helmeted head and he looked at her before crawling toward her until she could wrap her hand around his shaft and his breath hissed through his teeth as she gave his flesh a squeeze and Gray seated his cock as deep as he could go.
Every pump of Gray’s hips sent Trystan’s cock through her tight hold. It took almost no time before she felt his cock thicken and begin squirting his cum over her arm and the floor. He shouted as he came and Gray moved faster. Nix was over her, and set her feet flat on the floor with her knees bent, and spread her thighs wide enough for his hips to fit between them.
The first kiss of his cock to the entrance of her tunnel made her gasp. His lips left her breast and he hung over her body, smiling, as his hips lowered and forced his thick cock deeper inside of her heated wet pussy. Her back arched as he slid deeper and she shoved upwards with her hips on his downward strokes.
Nix told her, “I can feel the way your pussy is sucking at my cock, God that feels so good. Just a little more, yes, right there, does that feel good for you?” He was making short jabbing strokes with the head of his thick cock running over her G-spot and she could only lay there stiffening as she felt a powerful orgasm swelling her flesh. She shoved up once more to force his cock as deep as possible while her pleasure ground through her body and her fingers curled on his biceps as she rode out her orgasm.
Nix let her capture his cock in the vise-like tunnel of her body for the exquisite minutes it took her to calm enough for him to move and he sped up his movements until she began to scream and cry out in another, stronger orgasm than before. He felt the wetness soak his shaft and balls and grinned as he let her milk the cum from his cock with the massage of her pussy.
Nix rolled over, taking her with him and once she opened her eyes she saw Trystan and Gray sitting beside where she and Nix were lying. She closed her eyes as she smiled, and rested her head back down on the soft chest hair beneath her cheek.
Trystan spoke up and ruined the moment of sweetness, but Nix didn’t move a muscle until Jez moved to sit up.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Jeb will be here bright and early and knowing him, he’ll bring a few support people to stock The Shack and make sandwiches or something for the crew that’s in the field. We need to pick up our clothes and find a room. Since Gray and I share and there are two double beds in the room, why don’t we hole up there?” He reached down to help Jez to her feet. “Does that sound lik
e a plan to you, baby?”
She smiled and nodded. “Though that sounds really nice, I think with Jeb coming in the morning, I should sleep in my own bed.”
Though not happy by the looks on their faces, the men collected their clothes from the rec room as Jez walked on unsteady legs to her room. She took yet another quick shower and collected her clothing, setting it out for morning. If she didn’t fall asleep as soon as her head hit an acceptable surface, it was going to be a miracle.
She heard Keely but she could not lift her head up, she was still too tired. But her roommate apparently wasn’t caring. Jez opened one of her eyes and then she sat up straight as she saw her friend digging through her footlocker, pulling out all of her equipment and stuff as fast as she could. Her hair loose and flying around getting in her face.
“What is up?” Jez said, wiping the sleepies out of her eyes.
Keely turned and grinned. “Someone got a little.”
Jez turned red and shook her head. “Where are you going?”
“I have been on the spot fire team for the last few nights but they are under control. The fire has moved to the north a little and they need our team to go and set a line on that side of town. My team was tagged since we were the only ones free,” Keely said then pushed her hair out of her eyes again and flopped on her side, grabbed her hair ties, pulled her hair back quickly, and Jez watched as she braided it efficiently and then turned back to her footlocker and started talking.
“They put me on a team with Gaige, Liam, and Remington. I swear those three are going to be the death of me. Arrogant asses, they actually check my bag every single time we go out, can you imagine?” Keely grumbled. “At least the others seem to think I am competent.”