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  Racy Nights 8

  Obeying Her Racy Firemen

  When Fire Inspector Storm Jamison and Fire Chief Cameron Sinclair invite Olivia Kelly to privately tour the local BDSM club, she’s intrigued but gun-shy because of her past. But as her fantasies become reality after a demonstration progresses to play, her whirlwind romance with both Doms heats up quickly.

  Storm Jamison is unwilling to give his heart again. Once burned twice bitten. But Olivia challenges everything about love that he’s tried for years to resist, and before long he can’t deny his feelings for her.

  Cameron Sinclair has never fallen in love, and he doesn’t want to. His parents’ abuse and sham of a marriage have left him afraid to love, but Olivia melts his resolve.

  When Olivia becomes the victim of a criminal bent on vengeance, can her Doms save her in time, or will they lose her before they have a chance to tell her that they love her?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 47,054 words

  OBEYING HER RACY FIREMEN

  Racy Nights 8

  Tara Rose

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  OBEYING HER RACY FIREMEN

  Copyright © 2013 by Tara Rose

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  OBEYING HER RACY FIREMEN

  Racy Nights 8

  TARA ROSE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Olivia Kelly brushed her fingers lightly over the collar around her friend Gina Santori’s neck. It was silver, a bit longer than a choker, and featured a delicate rosebud and heart pattern. She could wear it every day, and it would look like any other piece of jewelry that Gina normally wore. No one but the people in this room and those who frequented Maddox McCree’s exclusive private BDSM club in Racy, Indiana, would know what it actually represented.

  Gina was now officially a submissive to Olivia’s brother Harrison, a Racy police sergeant, and Zach Kincaid, one of Racy’s councilmen. Olivia couldn’t be happier for her friend. Jealous, but very happy. And to have been invited here tonight to The Fit Bod, Racy’s only gym, to witness the ceremony along with others in the lifestyle, made Olivia proud. She wanted so badly to be a part of them.

  “I’m thinking with that red hair of yours, something gold would suit you better.”

  She whirled around and stared up into the pewter-colored eyes of Racy’s fire investigator, Storm Jamison. Between those eyes and his dark, thick hair, Storm epitomized his name. Olivia never knew how to react to him. She was both wary of and fascinated by him.

  She’d had one drink with him and Cameron Sinclair, the fire chief, at Luke’s Bar the other night, and both men had spent a lot of time recently on the phone with her, and had sent her multiple text messages.

  Storm had made her laugh out loud with his first text about train whistles, and how you could hear them, especially at night in Racy, but only if you listened very carefully as the closest tracks were several miles away. From that point on, Olivia had found herself listening for them.

  Cameron kept her apprised of the reconstruction in downtown Racy by texting her about the architectural details, and what he felt they were and weren’t getting right as they repaired the buildings damaged by the recent EF 3 tornado.

  But as much fun as it was to discuss trains and architecture with them, she felt way, way out of her league with each of them. They were Doms in Maddox’s club, larger than life, and had interesting careers. She’d had sex with one man, exactly two times before he’d dumped her for not being hot enough in bed.

  “And longer perhaps,” said Storm, his gaze roving over her light summer top. “More delicate, too.”

  She now wished that she’d brought along a jacket, although when they’d all sat down on the grass along the river earlier to wait for the July 4 fireworks display, it had still been warm. Right now, he looked as though he wanted to gobble her up. As much as that thought excited her, she was certain it would only end up with her being humiliated when he realized she had no idea what she was doing in bed.

  “Are you planning on collaring me, Storm, or just wanting to buy me jewelry?” Olivia laughed at her own question, more from nervousness than anything. Every time she said something off the cuff, she immediately regretted it. To say she’d always been tongue-tied around gorgeous men was an understatement, and Storm qualified as gorgeous with a capital G.

  “Maybe both?” His intense stare was both teasing and sexy as hell. It sent her mind racing to dark, forbidden places that existed only in her dreams.

  Two weeks ago, at the reopening of Luke’s Bar when she’d first m
et Storm and Cameron, her flirtations with them had been nothing more than a game. She’d been a bit drunk, and when both men had started talking with her, she’d played along. But these men didn’t play. They were part of a crowd that Olivia didn’t completely understand yet desperately longed to be part of. She simply had no idea how to make that known to anyone.

  She’d grown up in a strict Irish Catholic family with three older brothers and an older sister who’d made all the decisions. There had never been any need to voice her own opinion or ask for her heart’s desire. She’d never have received it anyway.

  “Is he bothering you, Olivia?” Cameron’s teasing grin and green eyes full of dancing light always reminded her of a character in a story she’d read as a child. A prince trapped in a leprechaun’s body, who when freed by true love, turned into a man who bore a striking resemblance to Cameron. “Because if he is, I’ll kick his ass.”

  Storm snorted. “Sure you will. Right after I hand you your balls.”

  Olivia laughed as a fierce blush crept up her neck. Three older brothers and she still got embarrassed when guys talked like that. “No, he’s not bothering me. He’s describing what kind of a collar would look best on me.”

  “Really?” Cameron raised his eyebrows and flashed a questioning look at Storm. “Is there something I should know about?”

  “Fuck you, Cameron.”

  Olivia laughed again. Her brothers did the same thing. When backed into a verbal corner they reverted to swear words and insults.

  “No thanks, Storm.” Cameron turned his attention back to Olivia. “It was nice of Gina to invite you tonight. You’re good friends with her, right?”

  Olivia nodded. “Yes, I am. With Gina and Cherilyn both.” Cherilyn Barker and Olivia both worked as administrative assistants in City Hall. Cherilyn was here tonight with her Doms, Thayer Denning and Evan Rydell, who co-owned The Fit Bod.

  “So how come Cameron and I never see you at Maddox’s club with them?”

  “I’ve never been invited.” Olivia didn’t quite know how to answer that, so she said the first thing that came to mind. She could no sooner see herself walking into Maddox’s club than she could imagine wielding a fire hose or poking through a burned-out building, looking for signs of arson. Her job was the most boring work on earth, but right now it paid the bills and afforded her tuition money.

  Cameron and Storm exchanged a quick glance. “We’re inviting you,” said Storm, his gaze penetrating and so intense she couldn’t look away even though she desperately wanted to at that moment. “Just to see it, of course. The inside of Maddox’s house alone is worth seeing. What do you say?”

  She stammered something about not being sure, and then stopped speaking because she realized she was tripping over her words worse than usual.

  Storm tilted his head and frowned slightly. “Olivia, forgive me. I think I may have assumed something that isn’t true. You’re only here tonight to support your friend. Forget I asked.”

  Cameron looked equally confused. “Yeah, me, too. We jumped to conclusions, Olivia.”

  She had to say something, and quickly. The memory of Bill Turner laughing at her two years ago was still so strong she could actually hear the harsh sound of it. Olivia had been a virgin the first time they’d had sex, and she knew he hadn’t been. That’s what she’d been counting on. But instead of teaching her and guiding her like the men in her fantasies did, he’d made fun of her inexperience and broke up with her in the middle of downtown Racy.

  They’d gone to Nan’s Place to get something to eat after the second time they’d had sex, and Olivia had paid for her own dinner. Bill had made disparaging remarks all through the meal, and when they’d gone outside, he told her it wasn’t going to work out and left her there to find her own way home.

  Olivia swallowed hard as she scanned Cameron and Storm’s faces. They each looked flustered and a bit embarrassed. She had no clue what they thought of her. Flirtation and drinks didn’t necessarily mean they were interested in any kind of a relationship, did it? Her social skills with guys were almost nonexistent. Bill’s mocking laughter rang in her ears as she listened to Cameron and Storm mumble something about having to get home. It was now or never.

  “No, you didn’t.”

  Storm turned around first. “What?”

  “You didn’t jump to conclusions.” Her heart was hammering in her chest. Cameron turned around as well, and she continued before she lost what little nerve she had. “I want to see the club. I mean, I’ve never been to one, and I’ve never…that is…I mean I’m not a virgin or anything, but I’ve never…”

  Jesus H. Christ. She sounded like a babbling high school girl right now. She swallowed hard again as tears threatened. “Look…I was a bit drunk at Luke’s Bar the night it reopened, but I do remember the conversation we had. I’m not trying to lead you guys on or anything.” She glanced around, but no one was paying attention to them. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean with…” She gestured toward the group still gathered around Gina. “With BDSM. I have no experience. As in zero. But I don’t want it to stay that way.”

  Storm’s expression softened. He moved a bit closer, and now she could smell his cologne, musky and heavy. She noticed for the first time how thick and dark his eyelashes were. “That’s all right, Olivia. But are you saying that we didn’t misread you? You are interested in knowing more?”

  “You didn’t misread me. I would like very much to know more.” A lot more. The thought of him and Cameron showing her the ropes made Olivia’s pussy grow wet.

  Cameron leaned closer as well. His eyes were so expressive. There was a depth to them that made her think of green pools of water in a make-believe forest. “Would you feel more comfortable seeing the club when no one else was there? Maddox wouldn’t mind.”

  She nodded a bit too enthusiastically, reining it in so she wouldn’t look like one of those bobble-headed figurines that people had on their desks. “Yes, yes I would. That’s a great idea. Thank you.”

  Cameron’s smile lit up his entire face. “All right then. How about tomorrow afternoon? You aren’t working anyway, right?”

  She shook her head. “No. Not until they find another place to house City Hall and the courthouse again. Tomorrow afternoon would be great.”

  A tornado two months earlier had severely damaged many of the historic buildings in downtown Racy, including City Hall. A warehouse a few blocks east of downtown had served as temporary quarters for both City Hall and the courthouse, until an arsonist had recently blown it up. He’d also blown up City Hall and Busler’s Department Store both still under reconstruction from tornado damage.

  “We’ll pick you up at one then. Maybe we can all grab something to eat afterwards, if you want?”

  “That would be great.”

  “Do you need a ride home, Olivia?” asked Storm.

  “No, I drove. But thank you for asking.”

  “We’ll walk you out then.” Cameron placed a hand on her middle back to lead her toward the door.

  She’d watched Luke Rodriguez do the same thing with Alexa Monahan at the reopening of his bar two weeks ago. It wasn’t so much that he seemed to be telling her where to walk, rather it was a gesture that conveyed possessiveness, but not to the extreme. Olivia had thought it very sexy. Alexa had two Doms—Luke and Chase Taylor, the zoning commissioner. Right now, Olivia would be content with one man who didn’t laugh at her after sex.

  Out in the parking lot, she slid into the driver’s seat of her car, and Cameron surprised the hell out of her by leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow, Olivia.”

  Before she had time to react, Storm leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, and then he winked. Olivia smiled all the way home.

  * * * *

  Cameron gave Storm a droll look as Olivia drove away. “Always have to one-up me, don’t you?” The two had been best friends since grade school, but there were times when Cameron wanted to punch his frien
d right in the chops.

  “She’s so damn cute. And she hasn’t got one ounce of self-confidence.” He gave Cameron a worried look. “Are we making a mistake? I had a moment of fucking panic back there when I thought we’d misinterpreted the signals she’s been sending for the past two weeks.”

  Cameron shook his head. “No, I don’t think we’re making a mistake. But I know what you mean. My first thought was that she might have been playing a game, but I never saw her like that. She’s too brutally honest and open.”

  Storm nodded. “Wears her heart on her sleeve. I don’t know. I wish we could ask Gina more about her, but I don’t know Gina that well.”

  “Olivia said she’s friends with Cherilyn, too.”

  “Yeah, but Thayer and Evan already shot me down when I brought it up. They’re pretty protective of her right now.”

  Cameron glanced back toward The Fit Bod. The windows were designed so that you couldn’t see inside, even with the lights on. Evan had designed the building. Cameron loved the bold angles of the exterior, and often talked about design with Evan. “After what she went through, I can understand that.”

  Two months ago, Cherilyn had been kidnapped while she drove home from a night out with Gina and Olivia. An AWOL soldier who had served with Cherilyn’s late husband had been hiding out in Racy, watching Cherilyn. The police had tracked her via her cell phone and rescued her just before the man killed her, but now Thayer and Evan rarely let her out of their sight.

  Storm turned and headed for his car, and Cameron followed, since Storm had driven him here tonight. “It might be fun,” he said. “We have a chance to get to know Olivia from the ground up.”