Chapter 21 #2
Jasper takes another step toward them, waving the guys to come with him, leaving me tied to the back of the fire truck with no ability to move.
“Hey…uh, where are you guys going?”
“Don’t go anywhere, pumpkin.” Now the playful tone Jasper typically has is back and that worries me even more in my current predicament.
They turn into the far corner of the garage where the lockers are and disappear from sight.
“Yeah, I’ll just…stay right here!” I yell back, using my sarcasm wisely, as my voice echoes through the garage. I glance up, yanking at the restraints and still nothing budges. “Yup, not going anywhere,” I whisper under my breath.
The clinging of metal on metal pierces the silence in the garage and some shuffling sounds echo from their direction. My body begins to feel panicked, the anticipation is now verging on anxiety because as much as I’ve felt comfortable with these guys, I have no idea what to expect.
I’ve known them for only a few hours and here I am playing Truth or Dare and letting them tie me to the back of a fire truck.
My natural inclination in trusting people is the exact reason why Sam used me the way he did and why I refused to see the glaring signs that were in his hidden agenda.
Yet, here I am letting an almost stranger tie me to a parked vehicle, agreeing to this craziness.
Even with all of my rampant, overthinking thoughts, there’s a chemistry between all of us that’s impossible to ignore. I feel it. And I really hope I’m not wrong about it.
I glance up at the knots in the rope and realize there’s nothing I can do to get out of this. Not that I’m sure I want to but the longer they’re gone the more I begin to reprimand myself.
I guess it could be worse. I could be naked.
And all my thoughts fly completely out the window when I see Jasper round the corner of the garage shirtless, wearing only his turnout gear pants with thick red straps being used like suspenders draping over each side of his body, holding them in place.
The tattoos that decorate his lean body are on full display, his chest is fully covered with the ink that snakes underneath the red straps all the way down both his arms stopping at his wrists.
His large, oversized boots and helmet top off his ensemble with only a black and white bandana that hangs from his fingertips.
My jaw drops when Wade and Major turn the corner, trailing right behind with identical uniforms, save the bandana.
It’s like I’ve died and gone to fire station heaven.
Or hell depending on where that bandana is going.
They need their own walk up song or at least some light porno music playing in the background for how delicious they look.
Major’s colossal frame has a landscape of muscles and his thick chest curves into his ribcage with perfection. His short hair is hidden underneath his helmet but his amber eyes, full of lust, are blaring bright, searing straight through me.
And Wade, my god, Wade. His shoulders are thick and wide yet proportional to his strong body. I knew he was big, everything about him looks oversized, but seeing the expanse of his olive skin and muscular lines with nothing hiding it, has my body drooling with need.
As if practiced, they all stop in synchronized motion just a few paces in front of me and I’m speechless, contradicting my thoughts that sound like undomesticated, wild animals.
“Memorize what you can, princess. You’ll only get one guess and your senses will be limited.” Major’s deep, commanding voice is like velvet to my ears.
Well, if I’m going to play this game, I’m going all in.
“Turn around so I can see all of you.”
They glance at each other, before Major takes the lead and makes a small circle where he stands. Jasper and Wade follow, giving me a 360 degree view of their bodies.
“Take off your helmets,” they glance between each other again, “just for a second,” I add.
All of them lift their helmets off their heads and I take in exactly how they look. Not only to attempt to win this game but also to sear the sight of these three half naked men into the depths of my soul.
Wade’s dark brown hair is styled and compliant with the exception of the floppy section in the front that lays over his forehead. Jasper’s dirty blonde, normally messy strands, are tied back in a small man bun, and Major’s hair is easily distinct due to how short it is compared to the others.
They place the helmets back on their heads but before Jasper can step forward, I spit out, “drop the suspenders.” I know it’s not the only thing holding them in place, but they get my gist.
I raise my eyebrows as they all look at me with different expressions. I tilt my head, shaking my wrists at the restraints, reminding them of my compromising position.
Jasper doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he unclips something near the front of his pants and pulls off the straps. The thick fabric falls heavily, pooling at his ankles.
My mouth must be made of the same material because it feels just as dry and drops just as quickly seeing Jasper fully naked with nothing covering him, except more tattoos and an impressively hard cock that springs free from its cloth cage.
As my eyes drop down to take in the glorious view of his gorgeous cock, my breath catches in my throat when the dim light bounces off a shiny metal hoop pierced through the tip of his cock.
“This is the only hint you get, pumpkin.” He smirks, as he wraps a hand around the base, giving his cock a long, languid pull.
His thumb massages the metal bar then his hand retreats back to the base.
It’s slow and sensual but too fast as he leans down and pulls his pants back up to his waist, securing the straps over his shoulders again and I already feel the loss of the sight.
Stepping forward, he grips the bandana between both his hands as he leans into me.
I sneak a glance over at Wade, the depths of his irises are so much darker than usual and I know Jasper’s body had the same effect on him as it did on me.
Shifting my eyeline to Major, I find his gaze still searing into me like he’s taking in every second of this and branding it to his memory.
Then everything goes completely dark as Jasper gently lays the strip cloth over my eyes and ties it behind my head.
“It’s time to play, pumpkin.”