The Bad Boy In Cuffs

  Erica grabbed Pam’s hand and led her to the kitchen, where she opened the fridge and extracted a bottle of wine. She pulled two glasses down from the overhead cupboard and filled them half way. Pam took hers and gulped some of the sweet liquid. Then she closed her eyes and put the cool glass to her cheek. “I can’t drink too much. I drove tonight.”

  “I’m sure you could find a couple of volunteers to drive you home.”

  Pam opened her eyes once more to find a teasing light had entered Erica’s big brown eyes.

  “Steve and Rob seem quite keen to cater to your every need.”

  Pam groaned. “You noticed that?”

  “I’ve been busy, but I’m not blind. And I recognize the wild look in your eyes. I saw it in the mirror a time or two when I was first getting started with Corey and Griff.”

  “I’m not going to start anything,” Pam said vehemently. “It would be…”

  Pam stopped herself from saying the word wrong, but Erica seemed to know where her statement had been headed. She took a sip of her wine before speaking again. “For women like us who were raised to want only the normal, traditional things, the idea of being with two men takes some getting used to.”

  “Erica, I didn’t mean anything. You know I’m happy for you, right?”

  Erica smiled. “I know. But if you think I jumped into a relationship with Corey and Griff without doing a lot of soul-searching first, you’re wrong.”

  “There’s no chance of a relationship coming out of this…this thing, whatever it is. Curiosity, maybe. The fact that I haven’t had sex in six months isn’t helping.”

  “Then what’s to stop you satisfying your curiosity?” Erica touched the rim of her wineglass to Pam’s and smiled. “And your horniness.”

  Pam laughed into her own glass. “Are you trying to get me drunk so they’ll have to drive me home?”

  “No, I recommend being completely sober the first time you have a threesome so you don’t forget a moment of it.” Erica turned the wine bottle around on the bench so Pam could read the label. “This is non-alcoholic wine.”

  “Non-alcoholic? Some friend. What are you—pregnant?” She’d meant it as a joke, but the moment Erica’s pale cheeks flushed crimson, Pam realized the truth. “Oh my God. You are?”

  Erica shushed her. “Don’t say anything to anyone. Griff and Corey don’t even know yet. I only found out today.”

  Pam matched Erica’s low whisper. “I had no idea you were thinking of having a baby.”

  “The boys and I have been trying a while, but I didn’t want to jinx it by telling people. You’re not mad I didn’t mention it to you?”

  “Of course not.” Pam was too distracted by Erica’s mention of the boys to feel anything but an increase in her desire levels. What would it be like to have two men trying to get you pregnant, both of them having sex with you as much as possible to increase the chances of conception?

  The answer was obvious. It would be freaking awesome.

  What was she doing hesitating? Why was she pushing two hot firefighters away when they both wanted to show her a good time? Was she insane?

  Pam put her half-empty wine glass down on the counter. “Congratulations, Erica. I’m so happy for you. I really am.” No one deserved a happy ending more than Erica, a woman who had lost so much.

  Erica smiled. “Thanks. Now you go and make yourself happy. Don’t overthink it. Do what feels natural.”

  If it was natural to want to climb on top of two men and go to town, Pam was in the mood to be completely au naturale.