Brotherhood of Fire Read Free

letting him work the tension out of her muscles.
"It's good, right? I should have gotten the bigger plates though, and now I wish I'd . . . ."
He tuned out most of the litany. Not that he didn't love her, or mind listening to her concerns, but like always, her concerns were unnecessary.
"I think the games will be good, but I'm—"
"Carrie—"
"Going to want to . . . what?" She turned her head slightly to look at him, a sheepish grin on her face. "Doing it again, aren't I?" She sighed.
"The picnic is perfect, sweetheart. Everyone is having a blast, the food's great, the kids are going to love the games. They won't care what games you play with them, you're giving them water balloons that's all they'll care about."
"Okay. Okay. Thank you. You pull me back to earth, like always." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I only have one question," he said, pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Shoot."
"When we clean this picnic up and go home, what's your next obsession?"
"Umm, I've been thinking you're only two months out from your state exams, and well, you need some space to study, we could move the desk to the—"
He groaned. "No. I'm not your next obsession." He rolled his eyes and leaned his head on her shoulder. "And don't go off on the whole brain food diet thing again, okay? That was torture."
Carrie laughed at him, reached back, and pinched his thigh before she pulled away. "Whatever! Fine, don't let me help."
Watching her walk around the pavilion to go referee games, he shook his head. Turning, he caught sight of John sitting on a picnic table nearby. He seemed to be starting right where Carrie had stood, a far-off look in his eyes.
"John?"
His eyes focused. "Huh?"
"Staring at my wife's ass?"
John's face turned red. "Fuck you, Garrett." He grinned. "Okay yeah, she's got a nice ass. Whatever. Not what I was thinking. You're damn lucky, that's all."
"Yeah, I am lucky. More than I deserve to be." He wandered over and sat next to him, handed over a beer out of the cooler. Without warning, the look on John's face sent a shock through his system as everything clicked in his head. The ever-present threesome fantasy had a new twist, and John was it. Downing his own beer, he tried to focus on what John said about some fire station gossip rather than the thoughts buzzing through his brain, setting his body temperature on a slow boil.
Getting a grip on his libido, he focused on the moment. They chatted like always, two good friends laughing, gossiping, and sharing the afternoon. Not at all like he had a vision of both of them fucking his wife in his head. Now and then, others stopped to chat, make jokes, praise Carrie for organizing the firehouse family picnic.
"Hey! Need some help over here!" One of the wives popped around the corner of the pavilion, waving and shouting. "John! Need you!"
John jumped up and ran, with Garrett right behind him. When they yelled for John, someone had been hurt. The go-to guy for medical assistance when the EMTs weren't around, John's pending paramedic certification would be a formality, window dressing to his training as an Army Medic.
They rounded the corner to see Carrie on the ground, holding her leg and shaking her head. She tried to wave them off.
"I'm fine! Just sprained my ankle!"
John ignored her, as did Garrett, but John got there faster. He bent down, scooped her up before Garrett or Carrie could protest, and headed back to the picnic tables with her. Garrett stuffed down the slight feeling of jealousy he got, but he shouldn't have bothered. Intense need slammed into him, and wiped out every other thought in his head. So hard, he stopped cold and felt a physical shock as he watched John cradle his wife in his arms. He had to take a deep breath and calm himself, stand back and gather his wits because his head filled with the vivid image of John, holding his wife in a much more seductive pose. In fact, buried to the hilt in her, making love to her like he didn't have a