Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3) (18 page)

*WARNING: This novella contains two hot
Australian men who may very well make you want to fly to Australia
to experience your own sensual ménage romance. Cost of airline
ticket not included with purchase. Blowing it Off is intended for a
mature audience.

Keep reading for a sneak preview …

EXCERPT

“
Good to see village life
hasn’t softened you up, Masters,” Damon said with a smirk, the
sinful curl of his lips making Phoebe’s pussy constrict.

“
Still, it looks like
you’ve forgotten how to breathe properly,” Will noted, his
milk-chocolate-brown eyes seeming to glint with mirth. “I’d say too
much fresh air getting into your lungs, but then, you’re standing
amongst a charcoal pit, so that can’t be it.”

Both went silent, waiting for her to say
something.

She couldn’t think of a word. Not one.

How ‘bout, “kiss me, now”?

“
Hello, Damon, William.”
She nodded at them, keeping her voice as calm and formal as she
could. Not easy, given that her pussy was tingling from all the
vivid memories her brain was feeding her body about the two men
before her. Damn brain. What the hell did it know?

Damon cocked a straight, dark eyebrow at
her, crossing his sublimely muscled arms over a chest she knew for
a fact was equally as sublime. “Hello, Phoebe,” he mocked, his
voice just as calm and formal as hers.

Beside him, Will rolled his eyes. “Pheebs.”
He gave her a steady look and she had to bite the inside of her lip
to stop herself from stepping toward him. Toward them both. They’d
made themselves pretty clear six months ago. She wasn’t going to be
foolish enough to let them play with her heartstrings again.

They could play with your body, though?
Surely just one more time? Or twice? Three times? For old times’
sake? Maybe four—

Damon cast a slow inspection around her
studio before turning his gaze back on her. “So, someone been
playing with matches, I see? Tsk tsk, didn’t you know little girls
who play with fire get burned?”

“
Bloody hell, Damon.”
William rolled his eyes again, stepping away from Damon with a
shake of his head. “Do you think you could be any more
lame?”

Damon laughed. “Probably. If I tried hard
enough.”

Phoebe stood frozen, watching them both.
Goddamn it, she’d thought she’d braced herself for this, for their
unique brand of disarming charm and humor. But no, it seemed she’d
been a complete failure. Listening to them bounce insults off each
other was the closest thing to foreplay she could think of without
involving any physical activity. It had always been this way—they
goofed around, she laughed at their sarcastic wit, and when they
parted, she’d go back to her home with a stupid grin on her face
and gooey warmth in her soul.

It wasn’t until their weekend together that
she realized it was the two men making her so goddamn euphoric, of
course. When that realization hit her, it was too late.

She ground her teeth. No. She wasn’t going
to be foolish. Not again. It had hurt too much getting over them
the first time.

She tilted her chin and straightened her
shoulders, swallowing the lump in her throat before licking her
lips. “Is there anything I can tell you about the fire?” she asked,
shoving her hands in her hip pockets. “Any questions you need me to
answer?”

William and Damon passed a quick glance
between them. A tension settled over Damon’s body, his jaw bunching
a second before William shook his head. “Not at the moment,
Pheebs,” Will answered, turning back to her. “We’ll have to go over
this place with a fine-tooth comb, however. Is your mobile number
still the same? We can call you when we’re finished.”

Prickling disappointment crept through her.
They were asking her to go away.

Of course they are, Masters. Isn’t this what
you wanted? To not have anything to do with them again? What did
you think they were going to do? Ask you to strip naked and become
the filling in a manwich?

“
Yes,” she blurted
out.

Her cheeks filled with heat
and she blinked. Jesus, what was she
doing
?

Both William’s and Damon’s eyebrows pulled
into slight frowns. “Phoebe?” Damon took a step toward her, his
size-fourteen foot somehow silent on the charred and littered
floor. “We—”

“
Will call you when we’re
done,” William finished, cutting him off.

For a brief moment—the time it took Phoebe’s
heart to thump twice in her chest—it looked as if Damon was going
to ignore his partner. Damon was the senior investigator after all,
and three years older than Will, but then the man nodded, his
expression becoming set. “Don’t leave town,” he uttered, the
grumbled command nothing like his normal humor-laced voice.

She laughed, a nervous little hiccup of
sound. “What would you do? Track me down and drag me back?”

Fresh heat flooded Phoebe’s face. Her eyes
widened. Had she really said that?

Damon’s nostrils flared, his dark eyes
locking on hers.

“
Yes, Pheebs,” William’s
steady voice played over her wrought senses, “we would.”

She jerked her stare to his, her pulse
pounding.

Then why hadn’t you before?

The question sliced into her soul.

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