“I don’t think the fireman’s hold involves your finger going there.”
He quickly brought her back down to her feet, making her head spin as she gasped and held on to his forearms. He pulled her close and kissed her as he ran his hands along her ass, squeezing them under the T-shirt.
“When I use it on you, it sure as shit does.”
She gave his forearm a slap and turned around, only for Rusty to pull her onto his lap. He looked at her shirt and then shook his head at his brother. “Really? Engine 18?”
“Jealous?” Reece asked as he popped a piece of potato into his mouth before he sat down to join them.
“Why would I be when Engine 20 is better?” he shot at Reece. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear from my company.”
“Don’t be silly. If it gets you upset, I’ll borrow one of Tobin’s or Pat’s shirts.”
“Yeah, a Treasure Town PD shirt. There’s two of us anyway, so she can wear it,” Pat said to them.
“That’s ridiculous. How will people know she’s ours?” Rusty said as he ran his hand up and down her thigh.
“People already know she’s ours, and those who don’t will know soon enough,” Tobin said very seriously, but he gave her a wink. She smiled.
“I like it that she’s wearing my shirt. So leave it on,” Recce said.
“She’ll take turns wearing our shirts. How about that?” Rusty teased as if he were making fun of Reece.
“Why not just get a shirt with all our logos on it? Everyone will know she belongs to two firefighters and two cops. She can be a fucking billboard for first responders,” Pat snapped at them.
“I can beat that,” Brighid stated, and they all looked at her. She stood up and ran her hands along her shirt and pulled it out as if she were reading it.
“It can say, Property of the McQuinn Brothers.”
She plopped down into the empty seat between Reece and Rusty and took a sip from her glass.
“I love it. How fast can we get it made up?” Pat asked.
“We’ll need it in every color because it’s the only thing she’ll wear with bottoms like jeans or a skirt,” Tobin said.
“I know a guy who can get it done by tomorrow in at least four colors,” Rusty said to them.
“I say we just get it tattooed on her lower back. Then everyone will know when she’s on the beach in her bikini and she’s not wearing one of the shirts.” Reece ran his hand along her thigh under the table.
“I was only kidding. Get real. I am not wearing a shirt that says I am the property of anyone,” she scolded, and they held her gaze, looked super serious, and then they started laughing.
“I say we just make sure she has one of us with her at all times. That ought to do it,” Reece said, and they all agreed.
They started to eat dinner, passing out steaks Tobin had cooked on the grill as she showered. They talked about their jobs and what their commanders wanted them to do in order to return to active duty.
“I have to make sure I can physically lift shit and do a bunch of stupid crap. But I’ll be fine to start in two days,” Reece told her.
“I have to wait until these stitches get taken out and the doctors, both in the hospital and the police department physician, give the okay. I think by Friday. Not sure,” Pat said.
“I just need for the stitches to be removed. Maybe a few more days but I can do the job. They’ll probably play it safe and make me wait longer.”
“That was so crazy how that fire and the explosions happened. We could hear them from the office, and when I heard the sirens, I was so worried about you guys, and I didn’t even know if you would be the ones responding,” she said to them.
“It wasn’t a normal fire, that’s for shit sure,” Rusty said as he played with the rim of his glass.
“No it wasn’t. I haven’t seen or been in a fire like that in several years, like when that blaze was set on purpose over at the abandoned warehouse by the swamp,” Reece added.
Brighid felt instantly sick to her stomach. She had been so worried when she knew they were injured, but then to find out that her boss could be somehow involved with the fire was eating her up inside. She placed her fork down and then looked up to see them all watching her. Rusty reached out and caressed her hair.
“We’re not going to lie. We’re worried about you going to that job of yours. It isn’t safe. Those men you work for could have something to do with this,” he said to her.
“I don’t really want to work there anymore, knowing what could have possibly gone down, but if it helps to secure a criminal case, then I really should stay there,” she said.
“But you don’t have to. Let the investigators handle it. They need to gather the evidence and prove arson and insurance fraud. We want you safe.” Reece took her hand and brought it to her lips.
“I know you do, but if I leave now, for no reason at all, then they’ll get suspicious, and it could screw things up. Tobin said that the investigators got here tonight from Connecticut and should be making plans to go by the firm tomorrow and start issuing subpoenas and begin gathering evidence. They’re following their protocol. It’s better that I’m there and it looks like I didn’t know anything about them coming or that I shared my suspicions with Tobin and the investigators from the state police.”
“I don’t like it.” Rusty stood up from the table. “How can you ensure her safety, Tobin? We don’t even know who the arsonist is.”
“They have a name,” Tobin said, “and they did research on the guy and are making connections to other stuff. They’ll find him. In the meantime, this insurance fraud situation is pretty big. If they can get her bosses and charge them, then they could get more information on this arsonist they hired to do these fires. Then the state police and arson investigators from Connecticut can arrest the guy and charge him with numerous other arson fires and charges, including murder.”
“Murder?” she asked, shocked that this was the first she was hearing about it.
“Yes, Brighid. The investigators believe that the person who your bosses hired to start these fires to collect insurance money is the same person they’re after for a set of five fires where five women were killed. From what I gathered from the investigators from Connecticut, there was a similar substance—a residue—that was found at all the crime scenes linking them.”
“Goddamn, they think this is the same guy?” Reece asked.
“Then he’s somewhere in town as we speak,” Rusty added.
“What does he look like? Can you get a hold of a picture?” Pat asked Tobin.
“I can tomorrow when I meet with the investigators and our team in the morning. I would say by late afternoon we’ll have those subpoenas and the search warrants to get a hold of the computers and files in the office, plus phone taps, too.”
“So this could all be over by tomorrow night?” Reece asked Tobin.
“It very well could be,” Tobin said.
“Then I need to stick with what I’m doing and go to work. It will all be over by tomorrow.” She gave Reece and Rusty a reassuring smile.
Rusty sat back down and pulled her close. “Why not call in tomorrow and stay here with us. We could make love all day and snuggle in bed.” He kissed along her neck and then her shoulder.
“I can’t. I need to be there by eight. I’ve been getting there early every day, and if I show up late, they’ll ask me questions.”
“Well then, I say let’s clean up from dinner and head straight to bed for dessert,” Reece told her, and she chuckled.
She ran her finger along his chin and then she slid off her chair and straddled him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her shirt in the process.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about where I want to make love to you.” He kissed her throat and then her lips.
“Oh really? Like where?” she asked, practically moaning in his embrace.
“What better place to eat you out than on the dinner table?”
She gasped as he lifted her up, placed her onto the table, and lay her down. He spread her thighs and scooted closer right before he licked her bare cunt. She was even more shocked to realize that the others had moved the dishes off the table and made room for him to lay her down. They hadn’t said a word. It was as though they could read one another’s minds and knew exactly what they wanted. Her, to feast on.
Tobin and Pat leaned over, pushed her shirt upward toward her breasts, and then began to suckle them.
“Now this is a meal I certainly could get used to seeing on the table when I get home from work,” Reece said as she moaned from their simultaneous stimulating touches until she couldn’t hold back any longer and came.
“Damn, I think I could get very used to this too,” she said, and they all chuckled, making her pussy spasm and her heart leap for joy at the love she had for her four very attentive and creative first responders.
Chapter 7
Stark had everything in place. The bed was moved to the center of the basement. The locks, the chains, and bindings for her legs and wrists were secure, and there would be no way she could escape. The house he’d rented for six months was under Lenny’s name, the sap. He didn’t even know it. Just signed whatever Stark asked him, too. In fact, he’d even paid for most of what Stark had lined up in the house. He gathered all his tools, the table, and the training devices. He wasn’t going to give up on Brighid like he did the others. No, Brighid was different. She was stronger, tougher, calmer than the ones before her. She would be his greatest prize, an amazing ending to his career as a paid arsonist.