Burnin' Love [Men for Hire: Firemen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page A

times.”
    “Deal.” Troy stood up and took the wine bottle to the fridge. “Start mixing the drinks, Daisy.”
    “Yeah.” Wade was up and moving the food to the kitchen counter. “You’re on guard duty first, Paul.”
     
    * * * *
     
    For Wade it was his dream come true. He’d spent his years in high school lusting after Daisy Winters. Now, here she was, standing in a kitchen and downing shots with him. Correction, with him and Troy, while Paul watched on like some stone statue. He couldn’t blame Paul. After what he’d gone through with Amber, the man had to have developed a thick skin.
    He wouldn’t mind sharing her with Troy. In fact, they’d often half-joked about it in high school. Sharing Daisy with his brother was a lot better than not having her at all. Plus, it added a whole different element of excitement. There was no way either one of them would’ve gotten her on their own back then, and even if they had managed that miracle, neither one of them could have imagined shutting the other brother out.
    Then, after they’d joined the Firemen for Hire team, they’d even had serious discussions about sharing one woman. Not only for a night or two, but for the rest of their lives. The talks had come about after visiting the Second Chance Ranch and finding out that several of the men who worked on the Cowboys for Hire teams had decided to take one woman between them. He’d thought the idea was ludicrous at first, but after seeing how well it worked for them, he’d given it more thought. As one cowboy had put it, “Some special women are just too much for one man to handle.”
    If any woman was that kind of woman, it was Daisy Winters.
    “Here you go.” She poured a liberal amount of booze into a shot glass for Wade and Troy, then put some of it into the tea she’d made for herself.
    “To Daisy Winters.” Wade lifted his glass in a toast.
    “Yeah. To Daisy Winters and our finding her again.”
    Wade clinked his glass against first Troy’s, then Daisy’s, then downed the shot. The liquid fire burned a path down his throat.
    Wade watched her lips as she took a sip, then another, of her toddy. His penis had already gotten a head start on growing long and hard when they’d come into the kitchen, but the damn thing was standing up straight and pushing against his belly. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d have to either cut it off— Hell no! —or let it fly off his body like a heat-seeking missile. He leaned against the counter and hooked his thumbs in one pocket of his jeans so he could pull the denim away without being obvious.
    He’d thought that had worked when he caught Paul giving him the eye. If Paul had seen, then Daisy would soon enough. He had to cover himself. That, or draw her attention away.
    “Baby”—he paused as they all took in the term of endearment—“hit me again.” He thrust out his shot glass.
    “Take it easy, man,” warned Paul, who’d taken up a position near the entrance to the kitchen.
    Fuck off, Paul.
    Wade downed the second shot. She was sipping her drink like a lady, but he was willing to bet that she was anything but a lady in the sack. The drink hit him, loosening up what little inhibition was left.
    He slid his gaze along her body. The dress she wore clung to the curve of her hips and the rise of her breasts. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her wear a dress in high school, but thought she should wear them more often. She took another sip and as soon as her lips pursed against the mug, he lost control.
    He pulled her to him, letting his arms wind around her slender waist and tugging her closer. She blinked as though confused at first, then reached up and took him behind the neck. He looked down and wondered how soft her lips were.
    He had to find out. If he did nothing else the rest of his life, he had to know the answer to that question.
    She didn’t stop him when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. If she felt his erection against her