Burnin' Love [Men for Hire: Firemen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page A

that was a hazard these men gladly faced to give service to their community. The thought of their heroism choked her up, and for a moment, she had to fight back the emotion. The last thing she wanted was to face Paul Winchester with her eyes filled with tears.
    Paul Winchester. Even his name sounds heroic.
    Doorways off to her right and left led to other parts of the building. One of the doors on the right was open and she could see a man lifting weights in a gym. Like in a fantasy come true, he was naked from the waist up, wearing only shorts that rode up his tree-trunk-size legs. Perspiration glistened on his body. He was rock solid and grunted as he hefted the barbell several times in a row.
    She didn’t know where the other men had gone that she’d noticed from her car, but that was okay. Asking the weight lifter wouldn’t be a hardship. Blowing out a steadying breath, she strode toward the gym and the Herculean hunk.
    “Lady, you want to tell me where you’re going?”
    She inhaled, got a grip and pivoted to face the deep voice. If he looked as hot as his voice sounded…
    Oh, my word. He does. Thank you, Jesus.
    She pushed aside her mother’s voice, admonishing her for “using the Lord’s name in vain.” Still, she doubted her mother would’ve restrained herself too much when faced with the gorgeous hunk of male flesh.
    She’d seen a lot of handsome men, especially since she’d often visited Second Chance Ranch where the Cowboys for Hire lived and worked, but he was beyond anything she’d ever seen or could’ve imagined. Even as confident as she was, he made her nervous with his steely black eyes, richly tanned skin and short-cropped hair. He didn’t have a shirt on and his chest was like a wall of hard-packed flesh. She had an image of him clad in only a short toga as he fought the lions and vanquished his opponents with ease.
    “I asked if you knew where you were going.”
    The voice matched his appearance to a T .
    Lord, have mercy.
    “Uh, yes. I mean, no.”
    The thick eyebrows dropped as he studied her even harder. “Yes or no. Which is it?”
    She fought and won her ability to focus. “Both, actually. I’m looking for Paul Winchester.”
    “What do you want with him?”
    His rudeness didn’t fit with the hero personality she’d expected. The image of him as a warrior battling to save a captured princess faded. “I’d rather discuss that with him.” She eyed him up and down. “If you don’t mind.”
    All at once, he dropped his scrutiny and shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
    She was stunned when he started to walk away. Her gaze dropped to his backside. She admired the firm roundness there then lifted her gaze. She was almost too engrossed in admiring his wide shoulders and all the muscles there to remember to say anything. “Hey!”
    He heeled around and gave her a withering look. “What now?”
    “What’s with you, man? I’m only asking to talk to Paul. It’s not like I’m an ex-girlfriend out for revenge. So can you get him for me or not?”
    “Yeah, I can.”
    A few moments passed before she realized that he wasn’t going to offer anything more. “Can you do it now ?”
    Those hard dark eyes ran the length of her. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn he’d torn away her clothes and exposed her naked flesh. She struggled not to squirm.
    “You’re talking to him.”
    “What? Why the hell didn’t you say so?”
    “Because he’s a prick.”
    Her attention jerked away from Paul to see two equally amazing men striding toward her. They both had on black, tight, show-me-all-your-muscles T-shirts with Fire Station #201 emblazoned on them. They both had blond hair and blue eyes. Their physiques were perfect, zero-percent body fat types that made the air around her seem much thicker. She dragged in a breath and shoved her hands into her pants’ pockets to keep from wiping her suddenly sweating palms on her clothes.
    Yet there was something familiar about them.
    She