Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) Read Free

voice again.
    “Send her back!”
    Well, since the old man was long gone, she rushed to the back room to hopefully start her interview. When she entered the lone open door, the calming sound of sports playing on a television and idle chatter brought her nerves down. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Inside the large room was a flat screen TV and several black leather sofas. It looked like a regular bachelor pad, not a place of business. Then she spotted one of her men. The one who’d often wink at her, enjoying her discomfort, leaned back on one of the sofas. Please don’t recognize me.
    “There you are,” said the dark-haired god who seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Frank send you back?”
    “Um...”
    He laughed. “Don’t mind Frank. He’s an old icon around here.” These were all her men, the ones she loved to sneak peeks at when they were on shift. Up close and personal they were so much taller and intimidating. She had to talk with them, engage in idle conversation when all she could think about was how incredible they’d look naked with just their firefighter helmets on. “My name’s Darius. You’re Tammy, right?”
    She pushed aside her nerves and kept professional. “Yes, I was sent by the Heartland Tribute to research a full-section article about the men of the new Station 23.”
    “You make us sound fancy. Promise it’s real simple around here. Not much to tell.”
    Tammy pulled out her notepad from the side pouch of her briefcase, along with a pen. She had to keep her mind on business. “How many of you work here at any given time?”
    “Well, there are four of us in residence per shift. Personally, we find it easier to go week by week, rather than day by day. This is our week. We’ll live here full-time and then get a week off. It works out well for us.”
    Another man strolled over, a bottle of water in his hand. “This the girl from the paper?” he asked, resting his elbow on Darius’s shoulder. They were both the same height, massively built. Once side by side, they both stared at her with a look that was far from professional. She imagined the things they could be thinking and her pussy responded, clamping down on nothing, distracting her from her objective.
    “Her name’s Tammy. She’s cute, ain’t she?”
    The new guy dragged a hand through his mop of dirty-blond hair and gave her the once-over. His eyes were pure seduction. Tammy had always thought of firefighters as chaste, respectable men of honor. Not real men with the same needs as civilians. She’d mentally put them on a pedestal. They didn’t drink, smoke, curse, have tattoos, libidos, or lives outside of the public eye. God, was she ever disillusioned.
    Darius shrugged off his friend and led her into the room with a hand to the small of her back. The simple touch registered strong for her, travelling all the way down to her toes. “Tammy, that was Aaron. Over there on the sofa, that’s Jake. And the fourth member of our team is around here somewhere.” He called out, “Conall?”
    “What is it?” came a reply from above. There was another full level in the station which partially overlooked the main floor. Conall was the guy who could bench press a car. She vividly remembered drooling over his muscles when she’d walk by their gym. As soon as she saw his blond head peek out from the room above, her heart began to race. How would she keep her cool with her four fantasy men surrounding her, men with fire in their eyes? If only Steph knew about this. Tammy had been so shocked by the revelation she’d forgotten to call her friend. Maybe she’d see her pass by one day with one of the other girls from the office and they’d see Tammy inside. The thought almost made her chuckle as she imagined the look on Steph’s face.
    “Come meet your new roommate!”
    She addressed Darius, who appeared to be the one in charge until now. “Do they really expect me to stay overnight?”
    “For two weeks, yes, ma’am.