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  She knew it, too. She'd had anal sex before, but only twice and that had been a long time ago. Besides, given the size of Ford's cock going inside her anus, the thought made her dizzy even as her body threatened to convulse with the anticipation of it.

  "Are you going to be comfortable this way?" Cory's hands were on her waist, but he held her loosely. "Does this position hurt your ribs?"

  Rayne answered him by lowering herself onto his erect cock. "I don't know." She sighed as her channel stretched to accommodate the width of his cock. She was wet, almost dripping with juices. Still, she felt every glorious inch of his shaft rub along the walls of her channel. "What do you think?"

  Cory closed his eyes, a throaty sounding groan escaping his lips as she took his cock all the way inside her. "I think I'm in heaven."

  Rayne laughed and started to ride. Her ribs did hurt. She took it slow, lifting her body off his cock, gradually lowering herself onto it again. It was pleasure and torture of the sweetest kind.

  "Rayne, sweetheart, you're killing me," Cory said through gritted teeth after a moment.

  "Now you know how it feels when you do this to me." Like she might die of the pleasure, it felt that good. She remembered feeling that way as he'd made love to her excruciatingly slowly that first night. Now it was his turn to die a wonderful if agonizing death. He groaned again and she smiled. "Paybacks are sweet. Don't you think?" she tossed the question over her shoulder and found Ford watching her, a sexy as hell grin on his devilish lips and totally sinful intentions in his ‘drink-me’ eyes.

  "Definitely. Are you ready for me?"

  Dang! It was amazing how that casually asked question turned her insides to the temperature of molten lava. She stilled with Cory's cock lodged inside her fiery channel to the hilt and, for about half a second, all she could do was sit there and revel in the rapturous sensations the anticipation brought her. "Yes."

  "Yes, what?" Ford’s eyebrow winged up and she knew what he wanted. He liked it when she spoke bluntly to him, when she asked for what she wanted, when she begged.

  "Yes, I'm ready for you." She, on the other hand, was discovering a new level of excitement in making him work to make her beg.

  "Ready for me to do what, Rayne?"

  "To be inside me, Ford." She kept her expression blank, casual, but, oh, how she wanted to smile at the challenge growing in his eyes.

  "Where do you want me inside you?"

  Rayne licked her lips and watched with a deep satisfaction as the challenge in his eyes surrendered to the lust and torture of their little game. "My ass. I want you inside my ass. I want to feel you deep and long and hard and…."

  He growled so loud, he actually drowned out her words. "Remember what you said about paybacks, sweetheart." The warning in his tone sent a shiver of thrill up her spine. He positioned himself, holding her ass cheeks spread with his hands as his cock nudged against her anus. He didn't enter her, not yet. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock over her hole, spreading the beads of pre-cum around the rim.

  Expectation made her muscles tighten and she turned back around to find Cory gazing up at her. His lips were drawn tight, intense concentration and arousal turning his eyes a deep shade of green.

  "Keep tightening around my cock that way and I'm going to blow before he gets inside you." Cory's warning was almost a whisper.

  "Ford, please." Rayne closed her eyes as Ford slid a minute of an inch inside her anus. Her muscles stretched even as the low burn started at the intrusion.

  "Hold up, baby. I need to get you wetter here first." He reached between their bodies and plunged a finger inside her channel beside Cory's cock.

  Cory sucked a breath through his teeth. "Christ, man, warn somebody next time."

  Ford chuckled. "Sorry, dude." He pulled his cock from Rayne's ass, replacing it with the finger covered in her juices and drove it all the way in.

  It was Rayne's turn to suck air through her teeth as the pleasure and burn mixed, ricocheting through her bloodstream. Ford's finger wiggled inside her tight hole, circling and spreading her, yanking unintelligible sounds from her as he drew that finger out only to replace it with two, and then three.

  "Ford!" She cried out his name as her vision blurred from the fog of bliss. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, her pussy muscles flexing around Cory's cock as the orgasm built at body rocking speed. "Don't make me come yet. Not without you inside me."

  Still, he didn't pull back. He used his fingers to stretch her further, to pump inside her until she was teetering on the edge. Only then did he finally pull out. The bed shifted, his hands moving to her hips once more and then, thank you, he was pushing his cock inside her anus.

  He filled her ass with a slow but persistent thrust that pushed her body down onto Cory's, drawing his cock deeper still into her pussy.

  "Ah, God, I can actually feel his dick going inside you," Cory breathed, his neck arching, his eyes rolling back.

  It was like nothing she could have prepared for, having two magnificently sized cocks inside her at once. She felt over full, stupendously invaded, perfectly complete. Ford started to move inside her, his thrusts drawing her away from Cory's body, pushing her back, setting a rhythm that was measured and amazing. In an instant, she was falling over the edge.

  "Ford! Cory!" Both names exploded from her lips as the orgasm dominated all thoughts, all reason, and all self-control.

  "Let go, baby," Ford said through gritted teeth. "We're right there with you."

  They were. She felt his release in her anus, felt Cory's in her pussy as her own orgasm ripped out of her and blissful satisfaction settled in her spent and convulsing body.

  * * * *

  The men of the SSFD B shift calendar was an insurmountable success. Paradise Magazine had sponsored ads around the South promoting both the calendar and the launch signing party at Romantic Illusions. There were buyers from all the Southern states and the list of places ordering to stock their stores was growing by leaps and bounds. Rayne didn't have a clue how much money they had raised so far, but she knew it had to be reaching five digits and the calendar had been finished less than a week ago.

  Thanks to backup flash drives, she hadn't lost many of the photos she'd already taken by the time Foul Smell took off with her camera and the tower to Max's computer. She'd only had to redo the shoot with David Karlston, connect with Jason Graham and Zach Houston and then figure out how to fill the remaining three months of the calendar.

  "This entire thing is demeaning to these guys. You know that, right?" Bailey Lamont Barrett said out of the side of her mouth.

  Rayne bit back a grin. "Yeah, aren't you glad you aren't a guy?"

  Bailey laughed. "You bet. You want to know what I like even more? Seeing my guy in the spread for November. Damn Skippy, he does look hot!"

  Rayne looked at the other woman and let her grin show. "You've got that right. Thanks for suggesting we use him to fill up one of the months."

  Bailey shrugged. "Tripp still thinks of himself as one of ours. Battalion Chief or not, he's still the B shift lieutenant at heart. It helped him, too, I think, to be involved in something like this with his guys."

  "The two pictures of the shift as a whole turned out great, too." That was how she'd managed to complete the calendar. Starting the year with a group shot of all the guys of B shift, shirtless, filthy and sexy as the fires they fought, and she'd ended the calendar the same way. "Maybe next time, we should toss in a couple of girl photos, put you and Terri in the mix. You're both B shift personnel after all."

  Bailey barked a laugh. "No thanks. Exploit the guys all you want, but leave me out of it." Her gaze flicked away and then she leaned in closer. "Looks like you have another one coming our way that would prefer to be left out of the lime light, too."

  Rayne followed Bailey's gaze and spotted Ford making his way through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd of women inside Romantic Illusions toward them. The turnout for the calendar signing was phenomenal and Rayne had b
een able to do little else than stand on the sidelines and goggle most of the morning. Veronica Wolcott had set up a table for the men of B shift to sit while autographing the calendars purchased. That idea had lasted all of three minutes when a swarm of ladies had bombarded the firefighters, dragging them from their chairs for not only their signatures, but hugs and pictures, too.

  For the last hour, the firefighters had simply taken to mingling with the crowd, signing when asked, standing in for personal photos when cornered and dolling out hug after hug after hug. The whole thing was wonderful madness!

  "Have I thanked you yet for not including detectives in this little calendar of yours?" Ford snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

  He smelled of spice and soap. She leaned into his chest to take a deep breath before she looked up at him. "I thought about it, especially after meeting you. Didn't I tell you if this one turned out to be a success, I was considering doing others. Maybe even a men of the SSPD next time."

  "Yeah, I think you might have mentioned something about that."

  "Just think about it, Detective, having all these women swooning over you," Bailey teased.

  "This is the only woman I want swooning over me." He squeezed Rayne and kissed the top of her head. "I only have eyes for her."

  "You aren't the only one." Bailey tipped her head at a point across the room. "You can all but see the rain drops falling in that one's eyes."

  Again, Rayne followed the other woman's gaze, this time to find Cory watching them. "Nice play on the name thing."

  "I thought so. Girl, I don't know how you do it. I can barely handle my guy and you've got two of them."

  Rayne looked from Cory to Ford and thought, I drink a lot of whisky, eat tones of green Jolly Ranchers, and take loads of pictures.

  THE END

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  Bestselling author Tonya Ramagos spends much of her time daydreaming about one plot or another. Give her a cup of hazelnut flavored coffee and a keyboard and she is at her happiest. When she isn't writing, thinking about writing, or plotting what to write, she can be found taking on the mother role with her two boys and the husband, too. She enjoys taking long walks on the nature trails near her home in Chattanooga, TN, playing computer games, swinging on the playground, dancing, and curling up with a good book.

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