Page 32 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
I jot down our list of agreements.
Project “Make Sienna Like Sex Again”
Communicate about what we all want and don’t want along the way
Respect each other’s boundaries
Keep this a secret
Don’t fall in love
I sign my name across the bottom of the page, then slide it over to Sienna. She reads over the list. Grabbing a pen, she adds her much prettier signature below mine. Tucker and Warren follow suit.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sienna
Warren sets the pen down,sliding the “contract” to the middle of the table. My gaze bounces between all of them because what the hell am I supposed to do now?
Tucker stands, holding out his hand for me.
Wait. Right now? I look like a slob.
He must sense my panic because he’s quick to calm my nerves. “We don’t have to do anything tonight, but I was thinking we could start slow. Give you a taste of what’s to come.” He gives me a wink. “Or maybe, we’re the ones getting a taste.”
I can feel the crimson color inching up my neck and over my face.Deep breath. You’ve got this.
My hand is shaking slightly as I slide it into his. He guides me up from the table and toward the couch in the living room.
I can hear the other two guys’ chairs scraping against the floor behind us.
Tucker kicks off his shoes and settles on the couch. Not really knowing what to do, I toe my shoes off.
When I go to sit beside him, he pulls me down until I’m straddling his lap.
“Relax,” he breathes, inching his hands under my sweatshirt. His fingers connect with the bare skin just above my leggings.“Take a breath. You’re the one in control, Sunshine. Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to.”
“I don’t want to be in control,” I blurt out.
A satisfied grin casts over his face. “Good to know.”
Grayson sits on the couch beside us. He’s far enough away not to be touching Tucker, but close enough that I could easily reach over and touch him.
