Escaping Monsters - Rita Stradling Page 0,53

put out are from the demons being careless with gasoline.”

Chad lifted the chain toward the tree root. “What would happen if we…”

“Don’t Chad!” Ace yelled, but it was too late.

Chad touched the iron necklace to the thick wooden stalk, and it yanked away, sending a stream of gasoline straight down at us.

Acrid gas splashed down, raining over my shirt and splashing onto my chin.

“Shit!” Chad reached up and covered the hole with his hands, but the gas was still streaming out. Ace and I both reached up and covered Chad’s hands with our own. We all stood there, soaked in gasoline and twisted up with each other’s limbs.

My front was smashed to Chad’s back while Ace was pressed up against my backside, and every inch of me burned from the gasoline.

“Holy shit! What do we do?” I cried.

“Teagan, pull your hands down slowly,” Ace said, but he quickly changed his statement to, “Will you please pull your hands out?”

The moment that Ace had given me the order, his dominance had pressed down on me, but it lifted just as quickly. The sexy nerd had some serious untapped dominance in him that rose to the surface as soon as he wanted something.

“Okay,” Ace said through a tense voice, “I’m going to ask you to get all of your clothes with gasoline off and wash off and then get the overflow tank. It’s over on the side of the house. We can use it to empty this tank.”

“I’m not going to wash off while you two are covered in gas.” I was already pulling my clothes off as I ran for the side of the firehouse. The overflow tank was a massive rubber container that weighed as much as a full-grown man. My skin ached as I rushed to drag the container to the tank.

“Okay, ready,” I said.

“You go first Ace,” Chad said.

But at the same moment, Ace commanded, “Move Chad.”

The bigger werewolf hopped away, and Ace quickly followed. A stream of gasoline came spurting out, and the men and I shoved the hole of the overflow under the stream.

“Good enough!” Ace said as he threw off his shirt and scrambled for his fly.

Chad had to tear at his buttons to get them off, so I helped with his fly and shoved his jeans down. That was all I could handle before I started running for the house. The two guys were right behind me, dashing in through the garage and running up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Lukewarm water,” Ace called as we stopped under the line of showers. The cool stream hit my skin, barely soothing the burn.

“Soap,” Ace said, and he held up a container and poured the gel into my hands. All three of us washed our bodies, but the burning was all down my back.

Maybe because of his long hair, Chad had the same issue, because he said, “My back burns like it’s being branded.”

“Here,” I crossed over to his shower stream and gently washed down his back.

“Do you want me to do yours?” Ace asked.

When I nodded, he gently washed me until the burning subsided. My eyes slipped closed as I continued to lather Chad’s back.

“How hot would this be if all of us weren’t suffering from gasoline burns?” Chad asked.

My eyes snapped open as the realization hit me that I was completely naked between two extremely sexy firemen in a communal shower. Not only was I naked with them, but I was lathering soap on Chad’s muscular back while Ace’s hands were rubbing my shoulders.

A sudden, intense lust swelled through me. What was happening to me? I just had world-shattering sex with one virtual stranger, and now I was moments away from begging two more strangers to take turns pinning me to the shower wall. On top of that, I could only tolerate Chad when he was in wolf form. As a human, he was a giant bag of douche.

I stepped back from the men. “And, I’m clean. I’m going to go check on that tank… right now.”

I crossed over to the stack of towels in the locker and did my best not to peek back at the two men. As I covered myself in a thick towel that wrapped around me twice over, I couldn’t resist one glance back.

Ace had his hands on the wall and his head down. The water had straightened his black curly hair and it clung to his cheeks. Beside him, Chad was watching me through his curtain of blond hair