I smiled, warming instantly at the thought of being with Trent and Caleb again. “You too, Granny. I’ll call you again soon.”
“Alright. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I ended the call and headed to the store to pick out a cute dress before going to the firehouse. Since Granny and I had money issues, I didn’t remember when the last time I went shopping was. I was grateful to them for giving me money, and I wanted to repay them somehow. Maybe I could cook for them. Since they had made me a dinner last night, I could make them some of my favorite meals instead. I loved cooking just like Trent, and I wanted to make something special.
While I was at the firehouse maybe I could use a laptop or the internet too. Get in touch with the insurance company and do more job searching. Now, more than ever, I needed steady employment. There was so much to think about. It was overwhelming.
Twenty minutes later, I entered one of the boutiques, feeling all excited about my chance to impress them. I didn’t need much time to find the perfect dress, which was a small red dress that reached my mid thighs. It was strapless, and it had lace covering the hem and the middle part, slightly revealing the skin of my waist. It was sweet and sexy at the same time and I bought it along with the stiletto high heels, intent on driving the guys crazy.
There was still some money left, so I went to another shop and bought some nice lace lingerie. I went to my hotel and dressed up, getting impatient to see them again. Even though only several hours had passed since I saw them for the last time, it felt so long, and as I boarded the bus on my way to the firehouse, I felt a horde of butterflies filling my stomach.
I was excited and couldn’t wait to see their reactions to the dress. I’d fallen for them, so deep for them, but for some reason it didn’t freak me out. Instead, I felt happier than ever, growing addicted to this spreading feeling more and more.
10
Trent
Caleb and I were alone in the firehouse since everyone else had been out in the field on a training exercise. It was quiet and there wasn’t much to do when there weren’t other guys around. Then again, both Caleb and I were impatient to see if Bree would show up or not. It was almost noon, but she still didn’t come.
As if she’d heard my thoughts, she appeared several minutes later, the high heels of her shoes drawing my attention away from my phone. I slowly raised my eyes, following the seductive lines of her legs, hips, and breasts that were barely contained in the tight fitting dress she wore.
Holy shit. She looked so sexy that my cock started aching instantly. Needless to say, I was already fucking hard. I had divided feelings about her dress. It was hot, which made me want to fuck her in it, but I also wanted to rip it off of her.
Caleb’s eyes were fixed on her too, eating her slowly as he examined her new appearance. I stood up and closed the distance between us.
“Bree,” I muttered and pressed my lips against hers, needing to taste her right this second. Our tongues clashed against each other as my arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me. She moaned into my mouth and pressed her hands against my shoulders, stroking me with her tongue wildly, which made my cock hurt like a bitch.
Caleb approached us and kissed her neck. “It’s good to see you, babe,” he muttered into her skin.
She giggled and let him kiss her slowly, leaning into his hands on her waist. “I needed to see you, guys.”
I groaned and grinded against her. I couldn’t control myself when I was next to her, turning into a horny teenager. Seriously, I had to get a grip. I took a step back, checking her out again.
“You look so beautiful, Bree. That dress looks amazing on you.”
“Thank you, Trent.”
“Yeah. It’s so sexy that I want to fuck you right here and now,” Caleb agreed, turning her head around to give her a brief kiss. She was panting, just as aroused as Caleb and I.
“I want you too, guys, but first I want to do something for you.”
“Something for us? What?”
“Since you made me dinner last night and left me money to buy clothes, I wanted to offer to cook for you. I also cook, so I would like you to try some of my favorite dishes.”
“We would love that, Bree,” I told her.
We brought her to the kitchen, which was spacious, but the granite island in the middle of it took up most of its space. We sat at it and watched her manage her way through the kitchen like she’d been here hundreds of times already. She hummed as she mixed the sweet ingredients for pancakes and prepared them before she put them in the pan. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She looked sexy even when she did something as mundane as cooking.
“Since when do you cook?” Caleb asked her, following her every movement.
“Since I was ten. One day I decided it would be a good idea to use the oven by myself and make something out of nothing. I don’t even remember what that was. I just remember that my lame attempt at ‘cooking’ ended with me getting burned and my grandmother really upset. She made a decision to teach me how to cook so something like that wouldn’t happen again.”
I smiled, trying to imagine ten year old Bree who attempted to make her first dish. It was a cute image.
“But these pancakes are special because I’m using my own recipe, people don’t make them from scratch anymore, it’s a shame,” she said as she poured some chocolate sauce on the dough.