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

life of insecurity. She’d been on the move for the past couple years, never able to put down roots because within months she’d be looking for a new place to live. Her ex always seemed to show up in her life no matter how hard she tried to start fresh without him. A restraining order meant nothing to a man as obsessed as Brian. He worked for a security company, so he was able to track her movements easier than the average guy. It had only been the last few months that Tammy actually began to think he was gone. No phone calls to her job, no hang-ups at home, and no unexplained deliveries. Maybe he’d moved on, tired of pursuing a woman who didn’t love him.
    Tammy knew many of her insecurities stemmed from Brian’s stalking, but the rest were internal from a childhood she’d much rather forget.
    “When you have your week off can you still be called in to work?” She had a million questions. There was a lengthy list in her briefcase that the paper wanted included in her article, as well as questions she’d thought up on her own.
    “We always have to wear our pagers,” said Jake. “The station is a part of who we are. We knew what we were signing up for, so can’t complain.” He watched her, his brown waves of hair covering his forehead. There was a sadness in his green eyes, and she wondered if his behavior was a mask to keep real emotion locked up. It was a technique she’d perfected over the course of her life, so she tended to recognize it in others. Like right now—she had to rein in her sexuality, which seemed to run rampant the moment she stepped in the room with the four firefighters.
    “Our society needs the service we provide. My father always taught me that a thankless job, one where a man can make a difference, is worth any sacrifice.” Darius sat down beside her, the leather cushion dipping slightly. He smirked. “That’s what the politicians want to see in your article, isn’t it? I hear they want to make us out to be some kind of martyrs to drum up financial support for the new station in the east end.”
    She shook her head. “I wasn’t told which direction to take the article, just that I needed firsthand experience, to get into your lives, and see how the job works.”
    “Fair enough,” he said, dropping the subject. “How about we start with a tour?”
    “That sounds good.” He reached for her hand and helped her to stand. Conall and Jake headed to the main garage ahead of them while Aaron came up the rear. They walked around the gleaming fire trucks, each one immaculately kept. There were so many knobs and levers on the multiple control panels. She imagined her men suited up, sitting in the cab of the truck on their way to an emergency. Their knowledge, skill, and bravery all turned her on. Mr. Templeton should have thought twice before sending a single woman to stay with a bunch of gorgeous, young studs. They’d likely make a reclusive spinster eager to cast off her virginity.
    All four men crowded around once she was trapped between two trucks. They towered over her. With their matching attire their presence felt intimidating, but in a very good way. If only she had the confidence and nerve Steph had, but then again, she wasn’t twenty-five with a stomach a man could bounce a quarter off of. She was out of their league and wasn’t ready for a new relationship anyway. Maybe she never would be.
    Despite their sinfully good looks, any one of these men could have a dark side, just as she’d found out too late about Brian. It was best to get her article done without broadcasting her attraction to them. As it stood, she was still just a respectable reporter there to do her job. They didn’t need to know she was a quivering mess of want and need on the inside.
    “Want to climb in and take a look?” asked Conall.
    “Sure. I’ll take pictures later, too. The paper gave me one of their digital cameras to use.”
    The fire truck was a far cry from her little two-door coupe. She had