Sinful Pleasures by Ashley Shay Page B

sermons about how she should repent her wicked ways. In the beginning, those judgmental tirades bothered her, but not any longer. Jude had come to the conclusion that if they weren’t hassling her, they would have some other victim to harass.
    Putting the caller out of her mind, she concentrated instead on the need she felt for Dallas and Morgan. Did they know she would feel this way? That every move she made and every breath she took seemed to make her eager muscles clench around the foreign object invading her body?
    She wanted to feel them inside her with a need so raw it hurt. Maybe she could convince them she was ready when they came back to remove the plug.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    In the fire station,
Dallas
sat at the kitchen table across from Morgan with a cup of coffee in his hand, waiting to finish out their shift. The other guys were doing their own thing, working out in the weight room, watching TV, or reading.
Dallas
glanced around to make sure they were alone before speaking what was on his mind.
    “You think we might be pushing her too much?”
    Morgan shrugged one shoulder, looking into his coffee cup as if it held all the answers in the universe. “I don’t think so. I think it turns her on against her will.” He looked up at
Dallas
with a grin. “She likes it at the same time she hates it.”
    “Yeah.”
Dallas
nodded his head in agreement. “That’s what I thought, too. She’s scared of who she really is. She wants to push the limit, but she’s afraid of taking it too far.”
    Lifting his cup from the table, Morgan’s index finger traced random patterns in the ring of water the cup left on the wood. “I think we need to establish a pattern of control. She needs someone to take care of her, and we want to do that. She’s used to calling the shots and taking care of herself, but once she understands how much easier it is to let us handle certain things…”
    “She’s afraid to give up control.”
    “Exactly.”
    Dallas
drained his coffee cup, stretching as he got up to wash the mug. “How long should we leave her like that?”
    Morgan glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. “Less than an hour till our shift’s up. I think she can handle it that much longer.”
    “Give her one more day and she should be ready for us.”
    “She could take us both now—” Morgan’s words were interrupted by the clanging of the alarms. “Fuck!” He shook his head in exasperation at the same time he headed toward the brass pole running floor-to-ceiling through the center of the station. Grabbing the three-story post with both hands, he slid down easily, running to the waiting bunker gear the moment his feet hit the floor. Dallas stayed right on his tail, already yanking up the turnout pants and slipping his arms through the suspenders as Morgan slid his feet into the boots.
    They gave each other a look as they piled into the cab of the ladder truck.
    The lieutenant briefed the crew as they sped toward the blaze. “There’s an apartment fire at 3560 Sundown Lane. The house is fully engaged. No reports of anyone trapped inside so far.”
    Dallas
felt his stomach relax a little bit. He hated residential fires where children might be involved. It was heartbreaking enough to see people lose everything they owned, but losing a child made it unbearable. Several months ago, they hadn’t reached a child in time and it had left a scar he didn’t think would ever heal. He knew Morgan still struggled with the weight of his guilt, but they didn’t talk about it. Some things were just too painful to talk about.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jude watched the fire trucks scream out of the station and knew the men wouldn’t be back for several hours. Disappointment made her shoulders sag. Their shift would have been over soon. She had been looking forward to having Morgan make love to her while she gave
Dallas
the blowjob of his life.
    After the menacing phone call earlier in the day, she needed