Page 147 of Light My Fire

“So good,” she breathes.

“How was that pussy, Wyatt?”

He sits back and wipes his bottom lip. “Fucking perfect.”

“That’s just the beginning,” I tell her. “Ready for more?”

Brooke nods. I can tell she’s straining a little to see through the shirt. “Always.More.”

So I throw her over my shoulder and fireman carry her to the bedroom.

CHAPTER 36

Wyatt

No victory has ever tastedas sweet as Brooke’s pussy.

Nothing else will be worth competing for after this.

As Jackson and I follow Luke and Brooke to the bedroom, I register the fact that having Luke take the lead doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s because he’s a natural born leader. At the station, we all trust his leadership implicitly. He’s a damn good chief. It might also be that while I’m absolutely sure of what I’m doing with Brooke one on one, this group dynamic isn’t as instinctive for me.

Sure, Jackson and I have shared a woman a time or two, but that was different. That was casual sex. There’s nothing casual about what’s happening between us and Brooke, and Luke seems to know how to make it even better for her.

I would never have thought to blindfold her, because I like eye contact with a woman, but not only didn’t she object, she seems to be enjoying it.

So I’m fine with letting Luke call the shots.

Hell, I’m even cool with her calling him daddy. I get it, and it’s actually kind of hot, which I don’t totally understand, but I’mdetermined not to overthink any of this. I’m just going to enjoy watching our girl come apart for us.

I can still taste her on my tongue, and I want more.

Reaching out, I run my hand over the smooth curve of her tight ass. Brooke makes a sound of approval deep in her throat. I squeeze and glance over at Jackson, curious if he’s enjoying this view as much as I am.

The answer is an obvious hell yes. He’s staring intently at her ass, his hand in his open pants, stroking along his cock.

“Do you know who is carrying you?” he asks her. “I’m enjoying this incredible view of your body, but which of your firemen is carrying you?”

“Luke,” she says confidently.

“How do you know?” I ask, curious. “You’re right, but how do you know?”

As Luke lightly drops her on her bed, she shrugs. “Well, smell, for one thing. You all smell different. And your hands feel different. You all move in your own way. I don’t know. I justknowyou all.”

“That’s very sexy,” I tell her.

Brooke giggles. “Tell me about it.”

“I thought of a game for another night,” Jackson says. “We’ll blindfold you again and you can guess whose dick is in your mouth.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Brooke waves her hand in dismissal. She’s on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the side, not even attempting to remove the blindfold. “I know I’ll win. What do I win if I guess them right?”

“Three dicks in your mouth,” Luke tells her dryly, stripping his jeans.

Brooke laughs. Then she pouts. “I should win something else, too.” She turns toward me. “Right, Wyatt?”

I’m amazed that she can sense I’m on her right and Jackson is on her left. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

She smiles prettily. “Did you hear that, Luke? Wyatt is going to give me whatever I want.”

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