Cold Fire — Marata Eros

Alpha Erotic MFM/FF/MM Menage.

Darrell didn't know how much he'd like a back door surprise....

Zoe threatens to break it off with Darrell because he doesn't have another firehouse escapade in the works. If he can't bring it -- she can't stay.



Darrell brings out the big guns and it sends Zoe into a funk until Dara gives her a perfect foil for their stagnate love life.



When Darrell's possessive streak gets the best of him, he thinks he'll show Zoe who's boss. Instead, he receives way more than he bargained for.



EXCERPT:

“Hello, Gentlemen,” Dara said in her melodic contralto.



They had a different look to them that Zoe couldn't quite place.



Dara did.



A big fella with icy blond hair and glacial blue eyes said, “Hello -- we could not help but overhear your conversation.”



Dara parted her legs ala Sharon Stone and crossed them. The mensʼ eyes strained not to look at her female bits as she did. Zoe almost cackled. The effort was clearly making them sweat.



Naughty boys.



Then Dara laid the world traveler moves on the guy closest to her. “Sprichst du Deutsch?” she asked in a droll tone.



“Ja,” the blond giant said in stunned surprise.



We Americans, it's a one language country, @ammit. But Dara liked to flirt in any language. But then Zoe didn't get to understand all the fun. “No,” Zoe said, “no multilingual bs, Dara -- play fair.”



Dara pouted. “I like foreign men.”



Zoe saw the guysʼ eyes glitter at her with lust.



The bigger dude, all blond viking and shit, sunk to his haunches and looked deeply into Dara's eyes. “We like you as well.”



“Good,” Dara said and reaching under the table, she got a hold of viking's tool and squeezed.



He moaned low in his throat and his lips parted.



Short story length.