Page 60 of Single Mom for the Firemen

“We ready?” I call to the three of them. They all look up at the sound of my voice. I have to admit, it’s kind of cute when they respond to me all together like that. They might be more than ten years older than me, but they still need someone to wrangle them every now and again, and I am more than willing.

“Ready,” Mason calls back, and the four of us head out of the cabin and hit the trail that leads up through the woods.

I might never be a flower child, but I’m starting to get a real feel for the woods now. I can’t imagine getting lost again, like I did when Jake stumbled across us and had to put us back on the right track. I’ve even joined Mason for a few of his patrols, where he checks in on local wildlife and plants, jotting down notes to send off to national surveys so they know where the nature in this part of the world stands. I could probably name a half dozen of the trees surrounding us off the top of my head right now, though I’m not sure anyone’s asking for a recitation.

“How bad does it get here in the winter?” I wonder aloud, as we turn off a branching path that leads along the edge of a row of bramble bushes. The berries are starting to over-ripen and drop off now, filling the air with the sweet scent of their crushed juices where they’ve been stepped on.

“Not as bad as you’d think,” Mason replies. “It stays warm enough. And besides, not like you’ve got any reason to be leaving the house, beyond picking up groceries and taking Callie to school.”

“So you just expect me to stay locked up inside all winter?” I ask, pouting playfully. “I don’t know, what if I get bored…?”

“Then we’ll just have to do something to keep your mind busy,” Jake shoots back, his voice laced with a suggestive edge.

“Mind?” Killian cuts in. “And here I was thinking about your body…”

We all laugh as we start the ascent to the highest point of the forest. I might have gotten a whole lot better with my cardio since I’ve been living out here, but I still find myself huffing and puffing by the time I reach the clearing where Mason’s stack of rocks stands waiting for us.

“Ugh, wait a second,” I groan, planting my hand on a tree beside me for support. “I just need to catch my breath…”

“Take all the time you need,” Jake replies, hitching the pack from my shoulders and starting to pull out everything we’re going to need for our picnic. Mason heads over to the small, slightly uneven tower of rocks, and adjusts it a couple of times before he adds his new addition to it. I can’t help but smile. I can tell how much it means to him, even if he wouldn’t go ahead and put it into words.

“You should bring Callie up here,” I suggest. “I bet she would love to add her own rock…”

“If she could manage the walk,” he replies.

“I’d carry her, if she got tired,” Jake cuts in at once, and I grin at him. He’s always the first to baby Callie—though he’d never admit it out loud, I get the feeling that there’s a part of him that sees a version of himself in her, a version of himself who he can now offer all the kindnesses he didn’t get when he was a kid. As the oldest out of the three of them, I know he carries the heaviest burden for remembering everything that they went through, and if Callie can help him navigate that, all the better.

But before I can ponder that too deeply, the guys lay out the food and drink, and we set about devouring it. They were right—I’m way hungrier than I was when I left the house, grateful to gorge myself on some fresh bread and cheese and a bottle of beer to take the edge off the last of the summer heat.

And as I recline on the blanket and peer down across the forest, a warmth settles over my chest. This is…this is exactly where I want to be. Of course, it would be even better if I had Callie by my side right now too, but for the time being, I know there’snowhere in the world I would rather be than here, with them, in this place, the top of my cabin peeking up through the trees in the distance. My home—my sanctuary, the place Callie and I came to find safety, only to find these three waiting for us there too.

Killian shifts a little closer to me, tucking his arm around my shoulders. The two of us were interrupted as we were getting hot and heavy last night, when Callie came looking for something to drink, and I know it’s all that has been on his mind ever since.

“It’s so good to get some time to ourselves,” he murmurs, brushing his lips along my cheek. I close my eyes, sinking in to him, the sunshine just as warming as his attention right now.

“Oh, you think you’re getting her all to yourself?” Mason asks as he moves slightly, resting his head against my legs.

“Yeah, because there are three of us here, Kill,” Jake reminds him, closing the gap on the other side of me. I can already feel the desire starting to rise up inside of me—we don’t get a lot of time together, just the four of us, and I have been craving the chance to explore a little more of that dynamic recently. There have only been a few occasions where I’ve been with all of them at once, and though we’re technically in public and could get caught at any moment, for the time being, I don’t care.

“Mhm,” Killian murmurs, as he moves his lips to find mine, apparently not caring much for what his brothers have to say. “And I want to be greedy. So what are you going to do about it…?”

His tongue slips past my lips as he finishes his sentence, and a warm rush of pleasure blooms from my mouth to consume my whole body. It’s not just his kiss that’s so exciting to me. It’sknowing that they’re watching, that they’re here too. I would have imagined that being with three guys at once would make me feel self-concious, too aware of what I look like and how I carry myself, but instead it just feels like being cocooned inside this fort of lust and want and desire, and I can’t focus on anything but how good they make me feel.

Killian’s hand pushes into my hair as I feel Jake’s moving along the top of my pants—I can tell it’s him, the slightly calloused sensation of his fingertips familiar by now. He unpops the buttons securing my shorts and pushes them down, his hand cupping around my panties for a moment before he pulls them aside and grazes his fingers along the outside of my lips.

“Fuck, your pussy is so perfect,” Mason breathes, and I pull back to find him watching as Jake’s fingers navigate the softness of my folds—until he finds my entrance, and pushes roughly inside of me. I gasp. There’s something so daring and so dangerous about doing something like this somewhere we know we might be caught, especially given that the three of them are meant to be the ones keeping this forest safe. But as Jake’s thumb hooks up to massage my swollen clit just as Killian’s mouth finds mine once more, it’s difficult to give a damn.

Jake slips his other arm around me, leaning down to plant kisses along my hip and the top of my mound as he continues to move his fingers within me. He takes his time, as though he’s getting me ready for how good it’s going to feel for them to fuck me. I know that just one will not sate me today. No, I need all three of them. And as I pull back from Killian to gaze into his eyes, I can tell he senses it too.

“I need you,” I breathe, looking at him—and then past him, to Mason, to Jake. My heart is beating hard behind my ribs, my chest rising and falling faster than I can control it as theirattention gets the better of me. I could never have been satisfied with just one of them. No, I’m greedy for all three—and I won’t be able to relax until I’ve had them.

I wriggle out of my panties, kicking off my shorts, and climb on top of Killian, pushing him down onto the blanket laid out over the soft grass. He grins into the kiss as he unzips his pants, and behind me I can feel Jake’s and Mason’s hands moving over my body—stripping me, pulling off my jacket, my shirt, my bra, and dropping them to the ground so that I’m completely naked, right there in the sunlight.

“Fuck,” Killian groans as his hands come to my waist, staring up at me for a moment. “You look like a fucking goddess…”

In that moment, as I plant my hands against his chest and gaze back at him, I feel like one. A goddess of lust, of want—a goddess who can control the desires of these men in any way she sees fit. I wrap my hand around his cock as I shift my hips up, hovering just above him for a moment before I sink down on top of him.

“Oh,” I groan, as I feel his fullness spreading me. Jake’s mouth is on my neck, his hands on my hips, guiding me to move back and forth on top of Killian. The way these men use me, the way they touch me, it’s like they’re worshipping at a damn altar, and I want nothing more than to let them.

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