Page 1 of Silver Fox Firefighters Next Door

CHAPTER 1

Eve

I made eye contact with the gift bag of sex toys I’d been given at my first Doll’s Club meeting back in Harmony Valley. I had the cabin to myself for the first time in months and I’d been editing a novel that was pure filth in the best way possible. The gift bag might as well have had a giant flashing arrow pointing down at it. I could ignore the desire licking at my lower stomach and heat up a frozen meal for lunch, or I could open the gift bag which had been gathering dust on its bright pink handles for almost a year.

Tingles erupted up and down my body as I rushed to the front door to lock it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d masturbated. Longer than I’d been single. I grabbed the bag of toys and the watermelon lube Margaret James handed out at the last Doll’s Club meeting. The weird gifts from that club never stopped.

Sitting with my legs folded under me in bed, I dumped the sex toys out on the childhood duvet still stretched across my twin-sized bed. The array of toys were lost in hot pink polka-dots with lightning bolts that read things like ‘as if’ and ‘whatever’. My eyes were wide as I scanned through the assortment, fingering aside the ones I knew I didn’t want. What was leftover in the end was a fairly impressive neon green dildo with a vibrating option.

I bit my lip as I stared at it and shoved the rest back in the bag. Looking around my room, I jumped up and closed the curtains before lighting a candle and pushing play on the same CD player I’d used in high school. All the old CDs were too scratched to play but I’d ordered a few when I moved back home and they worked. As long as nothing jostled the player.

Finally, I stripped my pants and underwear off. I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door and winced. Full top and no bottom made me look like a creep. I yanked the shirt off and climbed into bed. I stretched out with the dildo and lube next to me, my phone close by.

It was hard to rein in my mind but I fought the thoughts that weren’t going to get me where I needed to be. Ignoring deadlines and looming stresses, I thought about the book I’d been editing. The men in the book - yes, men - were all sexy cowboys and there were so many puns about riding and being bareback.

I thought of the scene where Ana, the main character, was in the shower with Steel when his best friend, Finley, found them. Two on one had never been something I’d considered but the scene was piping hot. Ana, pressed into the shower wall, moaned as Steel thrust into her from behind. Then her eyes locked with Finley’s just outside of the shower. Steel didn’t hesitate in his movements, even though he definitely saw his best friend.

I grabbed the toy and felt the girth of it in my hand. I was practically a born-again virgin and I knew lube was going to be a must. Still, I ran the tip of it over my lower lips and my back arched wildly at the sensation. It’d been too long. I parted my lower lips and let the tip graze over my clit. A breathy moan tore from my mouth and I knew I didn’t need to work up to what was waiting on me. I just needed to feel something inside me.

I opened the lube and the fresh scent of watermelon tickled my nose. Squeezing a generous amount over the dildo, I pressed it into my entrance and let the small sting of the stretch build my need even higher. As soon as the first few inches were inside, my brain assaulted me with images of my neighbors. My hand slipped and I shoved half of the dildo inside myself with a rough grunt.

I couldn’t picture my neighbors. No. Anyone else but them would do. I tried to recall what Steel and Finley looked like but in my mind, I only saw my neighbors. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling to avoid the image. Staring at the water damage stain on the ceiling of the room I grew up in, I tried to push the dildo farther inside but it wouldn’t budge. Not only would it not budge, it felt like it tugged at the skin inside me.

I sat up on one elbow and stared down at it. I tried to pull it back out but it wouldn’t budge that way, either. It took me five more seconds of staring at the neon green dildo sticking out of me to panic. It was stuck. Why was it stuck? I tugged at it harder and then screamed out at the pain it caused. No more tugging. I tried twisting it but it was firmly stuck.

My stomach dropped as I looked around, trying to understand how I’d gotten a dildo stuck inside me. My eyes landed on the lube and a wave of fear washed over me. Grabbing my phone, I did my best not to think about how I was about to call Margaret with a dildo halfway inside me.

She answered on the third ring. “Hey, Ms. Eve. What’s up?”

I took a deep breath, told myself to remain calm, and then screeched into the phone. “What was in the watermelon lube?”

She snorted. “Who’d you get with it?”

“Myself! What’s in it?!”

Her end of the line went quiet. Seconds ticked by before she spoke again. “You used the watermelon lube on yourself? After what I said in the meeting?”

I tried to shift on the bed but it immediately hurt. I whimpered. “Margaret, what is it?”

“This will teach you to listen to me when I speak. It’s glue, Eve. I told everyone when I handed them out to use them on the men they hate. It’s freaking glue!” Laughter spilled out of the phone and into my ear, too loud, and the last thing I needed.

“What do I do? Tell me how to fix it!” My stomach clenched with nerves. I was going to murder Margaret.

“Honey, you’re going to need to call for help. I do the creating, not the problem solving. And don’t you dare tell anyone where you got the lube. There would be men lined up to sue me for miles.” She giggled and then snorted before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Sorry!”

I hung up and tried googling what to do but for some reason, there were no search results for what I needed. I forced myself to take a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. I could figure it out. I had to. Reaching between my legs, I gripped the base of the dildo and pulled, just to test the glue.

“Oh, my god!” I let go and screamed at my ceiling. Margaret was a dead woman. I didn’t care she was a senior citizen. I was going to murder her dead.

The glue wasn’t budging. The dildo wasn’t budging. I was stuck with a neon green dildo halfway up my hoo-hah and I didn’t know what to do about it.

I spent another half hour Googling and tugging at the dildo as much as I dared before I gave up and did the one thing I desperately didn’t want to do. I called emergency services.

CHAPTER 2

Eve

Of course, I recognized the voice of the woman who answered the phone. Harmony High was a very small school with very small graduating classes. The first time Karlie Glassen answered the line, I hung up. I didn’t want to talk to anyone I knew. When I called back, she answered again, though, and I knew I didn’t have a choice.

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