Chapter Single Mom’s Firemen: Prologue

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’ve never done anything like this,” I whisper, breathless.

Three pairs of hands explore my skin, igniting trails of fire with every fucking touch.

Unbuttoning my shirt.

Unzipping my jeans.

My eyes roll up into my head from the abundance of raw pleasure.

Time stands still.

“It doesn’t matter,” Eric’s voice breaks through the haze. “The real question is—do you want this?”

Chase’s fingers trail delicately across my chest, peeling away my shirt to bare one breast. His lips find my skin, his teeth grazing softly, coaxing a moan from deep within me.

I arch toward him, craving more of his touch, as he teases my nipple through the lace of my bra, sending shivers down my spine. I’m drenched in desire .

“Hell yes,” escapes me in a fervent whisper.

Silenced by the sheer presence of three towering men, each marked with symbols of their bravery—Navy SEAL and firefighter tattoos decorating their brawny arms—they are heroes, protectors.

They encircle me with their strength and honor, igniting a fire within.

They want me.

They are prepared to both please and share, and as wild as it sounds, I am ready to respond in kind.

Three brothers, embodying a sense of security I’ve never known, make me lose myself entirely, forgetting my past and the shadows that linger there.

“There are rules,” Eric says, as my shirt slips from my shoulders.

Behind me, Chase unhooks my bra while Wyatt kneels, coaxing my jeans further down. Eric begins to shed his own clothes, revealing a sculpted body adorned with intricate tattoos—a canvas of black ink.

I could study him for hours, captivated by the stories etched across his heavenly body.

“Rules?” I echo, curiosity piqued amidst the rising heat.

“We’re in command,” Chase declares, smoothly making my bra vanish. My breasts are loose and his to fondle.

I lean back, resting my head against his shoulder while his fingers work expertly, pinching and rolling my nipples until they peak sharply .

“Mhmm, yes,” I moan, heat coursing through my veins.

‘It’s ‘yes, sir,” Wyatt corrects softly, easing me out of my jeans.

I steal a glance down at him as he slides my panties away.

They’re thoroughly soaked.

His eyes sparkle at the sight of my exposed form, a sly smile curving his lips. ‘You’ll only see our best if you follow our commands.’

“And if I don’t?” I reply, feeling my own mischievous smile starting to form.

Eric’s response is a deep, hungry kiss, his lips devouring mine while Chase’s teeth find my shoulder and Wyatt’s hand explores the slick warmth between my thighs.

“We won’t let you come,” Wyatt murmurs, his fingers dancing tantalizingly close to bringing me over the edge.

‘Don’t stop!’ I plead, teetering on the brink of an explosive climax.

‘What was that?’ Chase teases, pulling back his touch.

‘Don’t stop, sir!’ I respond quickly, acutely aware of my vulnerability.

Eric smiles delightedly. “You’re a fast learner. Now, open up,” he says, clasping my chin between his thumb and index finger. I welcome him and his playful tongue.

I revel in the taste of him.

Heavy breaths.

Grunts of animalistic arousal .

The kind of thirst that cannot be quelled unless they claim me.

Fully. Body and soul. I can’t accept anything less and they’re ready to deliver.

Eric’s cock is swollen and rock hard as I wrap my hands around it. The girth is spectacular, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of a single droplet of precum lingering on the tip.

“Not yet, darling,” he says, as if reading my mind. His voice thick with restraint.

Not yet because Wyatt is still on his knees and going down on me. His fingers stretching and probing while his tongue works my clit with expertly applied pressure. He licks me like I’m nothing short of his favorite lollipop, and all I can do is hold on to Eric, stroking his magnificent erection while he kisses me.

Chase’s hands venture lower, his touch igniting new fires. While Eric captivates my mouth and breasts, it’s Chase’s firm grasp on my hips, the sharp spank that sends a shockwave through me, that fractures my restraint. ‘Spread for me, Halle,’ he directs.

‘Yes, sir!’ I comply, voice breathy, as Eric’s lips tug at mine.

I tighten my grip on his cock.

Every muscle in my body is ripe with buzzing tension as Wyatt’s mouth makes wild love to my pussy.

My core tightens, Wyatt pulls his fingers out.

Tension coils within me .

I’m lost to sensation as Chase aligns himself, poised at my entrance from behind.

‘Fucking hell, you’re irresistible,’ Chase growls.

‘I want it all, Chase,’ I breathe out, the words as shocking to me as they are inevitable.

I never want this night to end.