On Fire by Berengaria Brown
Some fire drills lead to flames.
Blair, Alex and Kurt meet while walking down twenty flights of stairs during an office fire drill. The building may not be burning, but they are for each other. They end up soaking their aching muscles in Kurt’s hot tub—and taking care of some other aches. A wild night of ménage sex leaves them wanting to form a lasting relationship. But once back at work in their normal everyday lives with no drama and no fire, is romance possible?
Inside Scoop: As Alex says, “I’m bi and versatile.” He’s hoping Kurt is the same.
PG13 EXCERPT
Carefully Blair stepped out of her stilettos, then sank onto the grass beside him. She waved a hand at Alex, saying, "Alex. Kurt. Shoes."
Dropping down beside her, Alex laughed. He reached over and shook Kurt's hand. "I'm Alex, not shoes."
"Oh God, my feet," groaned Blair, ignoring them both.
"I'm glad you finally made it. I'm bored with playing the few pathetic games on my phone. Remind me to download something better before the next fire drill."
"Remind me to take a day's vacation if it ever happens again," said Blair tartly, massaging her toes. "Hell, that hurts."
Alex reached for her foot. "Let me. May I? Do you mind? I'm sure I can help."
"Please do. I'm not sure what rules apply to fire drills, but I think fixing my feet right now ranks right up there with life-saving."
Her foot was warm and soft under his hands. Gently he massaged the ball of her foot, rubbing circles and pressing into the pads, loosening up any tightness there. He separated each toe, stroking its length, rubbing it between his fingers, and again massaging the pad of the toe. She had such sexy feet: long, straight toes, narrow ankles, high arches.
While he tended to her feet the three of them talked. On the surface what they were saying was light, casual, just people sitting on the grass in the park waiting for the bus back to work. But underneath the conversation ran something much deeper, stronger. Lust and passion were in each look, each pair of eyes. Words used had double meanings, or the gestures that accompanied them gave them an underlying sexual connotation. Oh yes. What was going on was more than chatting, it was very definitely foreplay. Foreplay of a very carnal, erotic kind.
"If this weren't a public park, I could suck your toes, pulling them into my mouth, making them warm and wet. You'd soon feel much better," he said breathed, his voice barely heard over the noise of the park.
"Damn, that sounds good," she whispered.
"Yes, it does." Kurt picked up her other foot and began massaging it. "I've never really been a foot man, but I'm beginning to think the idea has potential."
Alex's cock almost broke his zipper trying to get out of his pants. He was so hard he could pound nails at the thought of Blair and Kurt in bed with him. Oh yeah, his wildest dreams come true. A warm, cozy, soft, woman -- with a sassy mouth -- and the athletic hardness of a man. Blair had been absolutely right about that. Kurt was yumminess personified. Fit, wiry, and hard all over. It would be agony deciding which one to fuck first.
Or was he mistaken? Was Kurt just being polite? Alex looked into Kurt's eyes and saw the hot lust there. But was it lust just for Blair or for both of them? Alex wanted both of them. Did Kurt swing both ways too?
Blair was staring at Kurt. Are they fuckbuddies? Am I about to make a fool of myself here?And yet, it feels like it's all of us.
"There a huge hot tub at my condo. We can book it for private parties. How about I book it for tonight? For the three of us. Say six p.m.?" said Kurt.
Blair smiled, that huge, sexy grim that lit her whole face up so beautifully. "I'd like that."
"Count me in," said Alex, willing his unruly cock to stay inside his pants for a few more hours.
Kurt's fingers danced over his cell phone and the hot tub was booked.
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