When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (8 page)

I pull up the circular drive all the way to the front receiving area. Rachel is already on the porch, sipping on a bottled water, waiting for me.

“Did someone die?”

I shake my head no.

“Okay, then do I need to put a hit out on someone? You know I’ll do it. I
know
people.”

She can always make me smile, even in the dark moments.

“I have something that’s come up, and it’s really confusing.” I shut the Jeep door and we walk up the steps and inside. “I’m questioning everything. You remember that dream I was telling you about? Well, it has to do with that in a way. And since that just happens to be your fault, you get to deal with the fallout.”

“Um, okay?”

“After you dropped me off, I unpacked and then on a spur of the moment, I decided to put on the new lingerie and go surprise Seth with a little visit at the firehouse.” I pause, my face completely impassive. I could bluff the World Poker Tour’s best out of a full house right now.

“So far everything sounds fine. What happened to upset you like this?”

I lower my voice since we haven’t made it into the safety of her room yet. “I caught Robbie sucking Seth’s cock.”

Rachel spits out the last drink of water she just took. “What?! Are you shitting me right now?”

“Nope. Turns out he and Robbie are both bi.”

“So now you’re questioning whether or not to stay with Seth, huh? You poor thing. You just can’t catch a break, can you?”

Rachel shuts her bedroom door behind us. I walk to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the back of their property. I take in a slow deep breath, release it through pursed lips, and turn back to her. “No, actually I’m questioning whether or not to let them share me.”

For the second time in as many minutes, Rachel sends her sip of water spewing forth. “Macy Renee, you little slut. Never in a million years did I think I would hear those words come from
your
mouth.”

“Yeah, well, up until just a few days ago, neither did I. But now, you have me all kinds of curious.”

“So that’s their thing then, huh? They like to share. Tell me about Robbie.”

I lean back into the chair in her room with my feet up on the bed. She’s lying on the bed, legs bent up and feet bouncing. “Robbie’s a real ‘pretty boy’ as you would call him. Styled-messy blonde hair and bright green eyes. Much smaller build than Seth; more like a skater. Beyond that, I don’t really know anything.”

“Well, there’s one sure way to find out.” She takes both her hands into fists and starts stroking them towards her mouth, making that same dumb blowjob face again.

“Yeah, and the scary part is, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”

“Well, I guess you know what you’ve got to do then girl.”

“Yep. Sleep on it and hope I come to my senses in the morning.”

She chuckles. “You said ‘come.'”

I roll my eyes at Rachel before I get up, squeeze her neck, and tell her goodbye.

The drive home isn’t bad, but it gives me too much time to think and obsess over the subject. I turn the radio on, trying to dick-stract, shit,
distract
, myself.
Three
by Britney Spears is playing.
You have got to be kidding me.
I turn the station, and Rihana’s
S&M
is starting.

I just shut the damn thing off.

Five more minutes and I’m finally home and into my bedroom. I slip my pink dress off and stare at myself in the full-length mirror on my bathroom door. I just stand there and stare for what seems like forever until my phone dings.

Rachel: Did you make it home okay?

Me: Yeah girl. Thanks for checking on me.

Rachel: You’re my bae. I gotta keep tabs on you. Now get some sleep.

Me: Night bitch.

I strip out of the ridiculously expensive lingerie and lay it on the dresser. Throwing on an oversized tee, I crawl into the bed knowing my dreams tonight are going to be absurd.

The first morning after was exactly as I expected. Restless sleep from hard to remember dreams. Same went for day two. Since I have no previous experience, I’ve spent tonight with my vibrator, laptop, and Pornhub doing “research.”
Plenty
of research. Two guys screwing one girl. One guy screwing the other while he screws the girl. One guy getting head from the girl while giving head to the other guy. One guy getting screwed while eating the girl out. Shit there’s a lot of possible combinations!

I think my favorite scene was this one really hot, buff guy sucking his friend’s cock
with
the girl and then he fucked the ever living hell out of her. I came twice on my little pink vibe during that one.

The more I watch, the more I want to try. All of it.
You only live once after all.

It’s ten o’clock, but I decide to call Seth anyway. I grab my cell off the bedside table, and it nearly falls, my grip is so numb from the vibrator. Swiping up, I select the call list and press ‘Seth.’ It rings twice, and he picks up.

“Hey, Macy. What’s up?” He sounds groggy, and I suddenly regret calling him.

“Sounds like I woke you up. Sorry. Want me to call back tomorrow morning?”

“No, it’s fine. We had a call this afternoon that took two hours to get a handle on. I was just resting.”

“You sure? It’s really no big deal.” I’m suddenly trying to backpedal my way out of this conversation.

“Macy, I said it’s cool. I was going to be up in like thirty minutes anyways. I’m heading over to the kitchen to make some coffee now. So, what’d you call for?”

“Well.” I can tell my voice sounds unsure, and I don’t want him to think I’m scared, even though I am a bit, so I recompose and start again. “I wanted to talk more about you and Robbie.”

“Okay, like how long we’ve been together or what?”

“No. I wanted to talk to you about, you know, maybe
trying
your thing
.
” I hear what sounds like a coffee cup shattering on the other end of the line. “You okay, Seth?”

“More than fine. I just lost my grip on the mug I was taking out of the cupboard. So, you’re serious?”

“Yeah.” I sound more confident this time. “When’s your next day off?”

“My on-call ends tomorrow morning at 9am.”

Shit. That soon? I was hoping I’d have at least another day to work on my nerves. “So…”

“So you will have your gorgeous self ready at seven tomorrow evening, and I’ll be by to pick you up.”

“Mmm, bossy much?” I slide my thumb to my mouth.

“You’re biting your nail, aren’t you?”

How the hell…
“Maybe.”

“Just be ready. We’ll take care of the rest.”

He hangs up the line and my skin flushes as my mind suddenly starts to race.
Am I really doing this? SHOULD I be doing this? I wonder if they’ll both fuck me at the same time… down there.

I look up “double penetration” in the search box and click on one. I watch, shaking my head the whole time.
Nope. No way in hell will anything else fit inside me with Seth there.
I shut the laptop lid and slide out of the bed. My legs are like JELL-O as I head to the bathroom. Certain things need to be tended to if I’m going to do this.

Once the shower is an acceptable temperature, I step in, get everything wet, and then grab the shaving cream. Slathering up the right leg first, all the way up the thigh, I deal with the arduous task at hand, only to have to repeat it on the left. After finishing both of them, I’m so exhausted from everything I decide I will just go have ‘her’ waxed first thing in the morning.

Giving the rest of my body a quick wash, I decide my hair is fine since I washed and conditioned it last night. By the time I step out, it’s nearly midnight, so I towel off quickly, dress for bed, and crawl under the covers. Hopefully, tonight will be less fitful.

*****

“Son-of-a-bitch!” I scream into my arm as the little Korean lady spreads the wax across my who-ha once again and applies the strip of paper.
Rip!
The tears are pooling up behind the arm across my face, and I can hear Rachel snickering on the other side of the curtain.

“Oh, you big girl. No cry!” the little Korean lady says in her strong accent.

Why don’t you let me pour hot lava on you and see if you don’t whimper you little bitch.

“You nearly done. Just one more…”
RIP!

“Fucking hell!” I scream out loud.

“You still alive in there, Macy?” Rachel is laughing at me and peeking in through the curtain.

“No thanks to you. You said she’s the best one you’ve ever used.”

“She is,” Macy responds.

“Good god. I’d hate to see what the others are like then.” I stand up from the table, gingerly. Slipping back into my panties, I hope like hell the tenderness goes away quickly; otherwise, tonight is going to suck. Well, I mean there’s definitely going to be some sucking going on anyways, but, I just hope this, situation, dissipates beforehand.

I pay for my service and tip the lady, although tipping for torture seems a little masochistic. We leave the salon, and I’m thankful that Rachel offered to drive. I look like a little old lady as I lower myself into the passenger seat carefully. As soon as I close the door, and she has the A/C going, I lift the edge of my skirt and let the air blow straight up it. Rachel is trying her best not to laugh at me but fails miserably.

“I don’t care how tired I am next time; I’m dealing with this on my own.” I fan my skirt as the rush of cool air continues. I am plucked, tweezed, smoothed, waxed, painted, and every other up-keep item you can think of. My body is definitely ready for tonight. I just wonder about my mind.

Rachel drops me off at the house after we have lunch, and I keep myself busy going over the first-year teacher introduction packet. I read up on the ideas for classroom setup, lesson planning, ways to get the kids involved in different subjects, and everything I can to be a success from day one. My offer with the school is a one-year probationary contract; standard procedure for this district I’ve been told. The principal assures me that I have nothing to worry about as she sat in on my student-teaching several times.

Once I’ve made all the checklists I can possibly think of, I glance at the clock. It’s already six o’clock. Wow! I definitely knew I needed to take up some time, and I’ve more than accomplished that. I close all the tabs on my laptop, gather up my notebooks, and pack it all up into my satchel.

Running off to the bedroom, I strip down and suddenly realize how fast my heart is racing. I sit down on the bed. I close my eyes, and breathe. “You can do this. You
want
to do this.” I remember how incredible Seth’s mouth felt on my body, and how expertly his tongue worked my pussy. One more breath out and I open my eyes. “Let’s do this.”

I take the lingerie off the dresser, and step into the sheer front panties. Touching myself through the front, it causes goosebumps to spread across my thighs. Strapping on the lacy bra, I hitch the girls into place and take a look at myself in the mirror.
Damn you look good, girl.
Not that it really matters, but I try to decide what to wear over it. I want them to be shocked when they remove my clothes, so I opt for just some Aztec print shorts with lace t the hem, and a navy blue mid-drift. Lightly, I apply my Victoria’s Secret Love Spell perfume and body lotion.

Six forty-five and the doorbell rings.

I make him wait for about thirty seconds before I open the door. “You’re early.”

“I couldn’t wait any longer. You’ve been impossible to keep off my mind today. I think I’ve cleaned the apartment top to bottom twice today. It’s the only thing that kept me from showing up
hours
ago.” He smiles that amazing, half-crooked Seth smile; dimples popping like crazy.

I’m happy to know that I’m not the only one that’s had to do chores to keep from going stir crazy. I grab my purse and keys, lock the door, and walk down to the Hummer ahead of him.

“Dammit, girl. You’re killing it in those shorts,” Seth praises from behind me. He jogs ahead of me and opens the passenger door.

As he hops in through the driver’s side, I get to drink him in while he concentrates on starting it up. His biceps dip and flex and the veins on his forearms ripple as the drives us back to his place. His nearly jet black hair is a little longer than last time and the top is styled up. The way his chest rises and falls with each breath is hypnotizing.

And to think, he wants
me.