Burn With Me_A With Me In Seattle Novella

  Burn With Me

  A WITH ME IN SEATTLE NOVELLA

  By

  Kristen Proby

  Burn With Me

  Copyright © 2018 by Kristen Proby

  All Rights Reserved.

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  Cover Art:

  Kari March Designs

  Formatting:

  Christine Borgford, Type A Formatting

  Previously released under the title Playing With Fire in the anthology Some Like It Hot 2014.

  BOOKS BY KRISTEN PROBY

  The Big Sky Series:

  Charming Hannah

  Kissing Jenna

  Waiting for Willa—Coming soon!

  The Fusion Series:

  Listen to Me

  Close to You

  Blush for Me

  The Beauty of Us

  Savor You

  The Boudreaux Series:

  Easy Love

  Easy Charm

  Easy Melody

  Easy Kisses

  Easy Magic

  Easy Fortune

  Easy Nights

  The With Me In Seattle Series:

  Come Away With Me

  Under the Mistletoe With Me

  Fight With Me

  Play With Me

  Rock With Me

  Safe With Me

  Tied With Me

  Breathe With Me

  Forever With Me

  The Love Under the Big Sky Series:

  Loving Cara

  Seducing Lauren

  Falling for Jillian

  Saving Grace

  From 1001 Dark Nights:

  Easy With You

  Easy for Keeps

  No Reservations

  Tempting Brooke

  The Romancing Manhattan Series:

  All the Way

  Contents

  BURN WITH ME

  Books by Kristen Proby

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  CHAPTER ONE

  ~Bailey~

  “BAILEY! CAN YOU HELP OVER here?” A harried volunteer with wide, nervous eyes yells for me as she has three out of breath firefighters standing before her.

  “Of course,” I reply and toss my clipboard on the floor, and begin to strip the closest firefighter to me.

  My job doesn’t suck.

  Today is the annual Seattle Firefighter Stairclimb. Men and woman come from all over the country to participate in climbing a seventy-four-story building in downtown Seattle. They have to wear all of their gear, as much as an extra eighty pounds, up all seventy-four flights.

  By the time they reach us at the top they are overheated and have to shed their gear as quickly as possible. That’s where my volunteers come in.

  “Get his helmet off, Molly. Yep, just like that.”

  The man before me is panting, can’t talk, and sweating bullets.

  He’s also visually stunning.

  “Okay, here’s some water. Congratulations.” I smile and guide the half-naked man to the rest area where others are drinking water, stretching and coming down from the high of climbing over thirteen hundred stairs.

  I can’t even imagine.

  I’ve helped organize this event for three years in a row now. The charity benefits are large, which gets my own blood flowing. Stripping firefighters out of their gear doesn’t hurt my feelings either.

  I hurry back to the stripping area and continue helping the volunteers with the heavy gear.

  “Bailey, can you help me with this?” Molly is struggling with an oxygen tank that’s stuck on a coat, so I rush over and help her with it then pull the helmet off the out of breath man and feel my gut clench just as it always does every time I see Kevin.

  “Good job, Kevin.” I smile at the handsome man as he grins down at me and nods his thanks. I push a bottle of water in his hand and lead him over to the rest area. He’s naked from the waist up, wearing only his firefighter pants and his boots. His torso is gleaming in sweat, his defined abs heaving with every labored breath.

  Dear God, what would he look like while having sex?

  “You okay?” he asks roughly, his green eyes bright with humor. I close my mouth with a snap, embarrassed that I was caught ogling him.

  “I’m great.” I smile wide and pat Kevin’s shoulder. “Is Gray here too?” The two men typically enter the race together.

  “Yeah, I think he ran ahead of me.” He swigs half the bottle of water in a few gulps and scans the area looking for his best friend.

  “Well you did great, congratulations.” I move to walk away, but he catches my arm in his hand, pulling me up short.

  “Are you heading over to the pub after?”

  “Oh.” I shake my head and wrinkle nose. “No. I have plans later.”

  He narrows his eyes and cocks his head, still panting, his blonde hair a sweaty mess, and dear God I’ve rarely seen anything as sexy as he is.

  Except his best friend, Gray, who is equally as sexy.

  And that’s the problem.

  “You should come,” he says.

  “I don’t think so.” He releases my arm, but continues to watch me with those amused green eyes.

  “Come on, you know you can’t resist a bunch of drunk firefighters who just ran up all those stairs.”

  Oh, I can resist them all right. It’s you and your best friend I have a hard time saying no to.

  “Bailey!” Someone calls from the other side of the room.

  “I’ll think about it. I have to go.” I wave and jog back to Molly’s side to help her as the bulk of climbers begin to pour through the doors.

  The next fifteen minutes are a flurry of helmets, masks, coats, oxygen tanks and excited firefighters. They’re pumped and proud, as they should be. They just worked their asses off.

  “Do it! Do it! Do it!” The chanting has begun to my right in the rest area. People are whooping and cheering and to my utter shock, about twenty men who just climbed seven hundred and eighty-eight vertical feet are now doing pushups.

  Including Kevin, and right next to him, Gray. Where Kevin is blonde, Gray has jet-black hair and bright blue eyes and both men are currently shirtless and executing perfect push-ups, their arms and backs flexing with every smooth motion up and down.

  Hello, incinerated panties. Is it even legal in the state of Washington to look like that? Because it’s seriously impairing for me to watch.

  When they finish, Gray collapses onto the floor and Kevin pushes back on his haunches, laughing and panting and coated in a fresh layer of sweat.

  “How do they do it?” Molly asks beside me, the last of the men having been stripped down and cooling off.

  “I think they’re super-human,” I reply with a laugh. “I’m in decent shape, and there’s no way in hell that I could do it. Just the thought makes me nauseous.”

  “Right?” She giggles and chews her thumbnail. “They’re hot.”

  “Of course they are, they just climbed seventy-four floors.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Ha ha.”

/>   I smirk at the younger woman. “Yeah, they’re hot.”

  “Are you coming to the pub after?” she asks.

  “No.” I shake my head and consult my clipboard blindly. At this point, everything on my list is done.

  “You have to! Bailey, you helped organize this thing. You have to come celebrate.”

  I shrug a shoulder and bite my lip. I’d planned to go until Kevin asked if I’d be there. They have both asked me out and flirted relentlessly. They’re handsome and sweet, although very different in personality. But they’re best friends, and how does a girl choose between them?

  She doesn’t. She steers clear, that’s what she does.

  “One shot,” Molly says with a hand over her heart. “We will do one shot in celebration and then you can leave if you want. You’ve earned it.”

  I glance back over to where Kevin and Gray are talking and laughing with the others and feel my heart speed up. “One shot.”

  “Yes! I knew I’d talk you into it.” She jumps next to me and then throws her arms around me, hugging me against her ample bust line.

  “One shot,” I repeat.

  “If you say so.”

  * * *

  ~Gray~

  The pub is bursting at the seems with joyful firefighters, laughing and yelling, drinking and cat-calling.

  It’s completely typical after the stairclimb event.

  “Here’s your beer,” Kevin says as he hands me the long-neck and taps the neck of his bottle to mine. “Good job, brother.”

  “Back at you.”

  “My time fell about twenty seconds this year.” He winces and then shrugs.

  I smirk and watch my friend as he scans the room, looking for Bailey I’m sure. We’ve both been looking for her. “I haven’t seen her.”

  “She said she had plans tonight.” His eyes meet mine and I can read him as if the thoughts were my own.

  She’s going to let another bastard put his hands on her.

  “She has a life.” I try to shrug off my own frustration. Kevin and I have been enamored with Bailey since the first time we met her at a BDSM event she attended last year. We’ve approached her separately but she’s turned us down.

  I can’t figure her out. I don’t know how deep into the BDSM community she is. She doesn’t attend the club, Temptation, that Kevin and I both belong to. I know she’s good friends with Matt Montgomery’s girlfriend, but that’s all I know.

  And I want to know a hell of a lot more.

  Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My eyes search the crowd, and land right on her as she swigs back a shot and high-fives the volunteer she’s been hanging out with all afternoon.

  “Looks like she’s had a change of heart,” I murmur to Kevin and point her out to him, but his eyes are already pinned on her, bright green, and filled with lust.

  I’ve seen the look on him many, many times over the years. We’ve shared women for years. I know what he looks like when a woman turns him on.

  But I’ve never seen possessiveness mix in with the lust.

  Not until this woman.

  “She’s interested,” Kevin says with a half smile. “I caught her looking at us a few times today, and although her mouth said no when I asked her if she was coming here this evening, her body said hell yes when I touched her.”

  “You touched her?” My head whips around in surprise.

  “Just her arm.” He shrugs. “Like I said, she’s interested.”

  “She’ll come around.” Kevin is a take control kind of guy. When an opportunity he wants doesn’t immediately present itself to him, he makes it happen. I don’t want him to move too quickly with Bailey and scare her off for good.

  “When? When we’re seventy? I’m fucking sick of waiting.”

  We both watch as two firefighters approach Bailey and her friend, flirting, offering to buy them drinks. The girls grin and nod, and I feel my blood boil when one of the guys wraps his arm around her shoulders and smiles charmingly down at her.

  “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “I’m done waiting.” Kev sets his beer on the table and stands. “She’s not coming to us, and those assholes are coming on to her. You can wait until you’re seventy if you want, but I won’t.”

  And with that, he takes off through the crowd.

  Fuck. I grab my beer and follow him. The crowd is thinning as some of the guys have headed home, or to another bar. Bailey’s friend is laughing with the man who approached her, twirling her hair on her finger, giving off all the signals that if the guy plays his cards right, he’ll be getting very lucky.

  I watch with amusement as Kevin approaches Bailey from the side and rests a possessive hand on her shoulder while glaring at the other man who quickly backs away. She whirls around and turns her surprised gaze up to Kev.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs with a smile. “What can I get you to drink?” He flags down the bartender as she shakes her head no, but licks her lips and glances at his chest, which is covered with a tight-fitting T-shirt.

  Her friend vacates the stool next to her as she leaves with the guy who’s about to get lucky, so I snatch it quickly and grin at my friend then at Bailey who as turned those big baby blues over to me.

  “It’s good to see you, Bailey.”

  “Hi Gray.” She grins and offers me her hand, which I gladly take, but instead of settling for a simple handshake, I pull her hand to my lips and gently kiss her knuckles. Her eyes dilate as she watches and her mouth opens as her little pink tongue darts out to moisten her bottom lip, and it’s like a punch to the gut.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  “You did a great job today,” I say and keep her hand in mine.

  “You guys did all the hard work,” she insists. Kevin brushes her hair off her shoulder, and pulls his knuckle down the soft skin of her neck.

  “You worked your cute little butt off,” Kevin replies with a smile. “I know, I was watching.” He winks and we both watch in fascination as her cheeks redden in embarrassment.

  Interesting. She’s shy.

  The bartender sets fresh beers before Kevin and me and a pink fruity looking drink for Bailey. She immediately reaches for her drink and takes a very unlady-like swallow, making me grin. Kevin and I share an amused glance.

  We’ll get a drink or two in her to loosen her up a bit. Not enough to get her lit, just enough to relax her and bring her out of her shell a bit.

  By her second drink, Bailey has relaxed quite a bit, laughing at our jokes, and chatting away about today.

  “You guys did great,” she insists. “I saw the final numbers. How do you stay in such good shape?”

  “It’s the job,” Kevin replies. “It’s hard work. Keeps us in shape.”

  “Some of us have to work harder than others,” I add. Kevin is naturally fit and lean, while I have to work out every day to stay in this shape.

  “Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working for you,” she replies and then slaps her hand over her mouth in mortification. I grin and take a sip of my beer. Kev’s right, she’s interested.

  Maybe this won’t be as difficult as we thought.

  “We carry a lot of equipment,” Kev continues, and I can see by the humor in his eyes that he has a plan up his sleeve. “Hoses, gear, people.” He loops his arms under her legs and back and lifts her off the stool, takes her spot and settles her on his lap facing me, so she sandwiched between us. Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders and she’s laughing.

  “You just haul people around,” she says dryly.

  “Haven’t you heard? We carry damsels in distress out of burning buildings all the time.” Kevin grins down at her then over at me. “Right?”

  “Almost every day,” I lie easily, playing the game, but Kevin isn’t fooling her. She just laughs moves to stand but Kev tightens his hold on her, keeping her in place.

  “You’re fine right here,” he says.

  She glances uncertainly between us, then picks her drink up and
downs the rest of it.

  “Another?” Kevin asks.

  “No,” I reply before Bailey can open her mouth. I shake my head but keep my eyes on Bailey’s bright blue ones. “I think she’s had enough.”

  “You’re right, I should probably go home.” She opens her purse and digs around for a moment, but I grip her chin in my fingers and lean in, plant my lips over hers and kiss her long and slow, stealing the breath right out of her. She moans as the tension leaves her and she sags against Kevin. I feel him wrap his arms around her middle, anchoring her as she melts into the kiss, opening her mouth to me sweetly.

  She tastes like strawberries and heaven. Before I get too carried away, I back slowly away and watch in fascination as her eyes flutter open and she stares at me with her jaw dropped.

  As if she realizes what she just did, and that she might have offended Kevin, she glances back at him.

  “I’m sorr . . .”

  Before she can finish, Kev catches her chin in his palm and guides her lips to his, kissing her just as long and just as sweetly, making her moan into his lips.

  My dick throbs behind the fly of my jeans as I link my fingers through hers and hold onto her as she rides out the kiss. At last, Kev backs away and smiles smugly down at her.

  She glances back and forth between both of us, licks her lips and whispers, “Holy shit.”

  “I think it’s time we took you home,” I reply with a wide smile. “What do you think, Kev?”

  “Past time,” he agrees and stands with Bailey still safe in his arms. “Let’s go.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  ~Kevin~

  JESUS CHRIST, SHE HAS A body made for fucking sin. I cradle Bailey in my lap in the back seat of Gray’s SUV—there was no way in hell I was going to let go of her long enough for the ride home. My hands frame her gorgeous face, and I kiss the fuck out of her. I can’t get enough of the taste of her, all fruity and sweet and Bailey.

  She moans and shoves her fingers in my hair, holding on tight, and presses her perfect tits against my chest. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock just got harder.

  I’m going to explode before we even get home.