Big Daddy Firemen (Big Cedar Daddies Book 2)

Daisy had all the ingredients except the noodles, which were of course a big part of spaghetti.

“Hmm.” She tapped her chin as she stood in front of the opened pantry, looking at all the options. “Wonder if they’re okay with penne.”

There was only one way to find out. She spun around on her heels and walked briskly from the kitchen, through a portion of the main room, and into the side door that led to their sleeping quarters. She had an open invitation to go in anytime—though she rarely took it. She didn’t want to be weird. But she needed to get close enough so that they could hear her. And it wasn’t as if she was going to barge right into the showers, anyway. She’d stay far enough away from the bathroom as to not invade their privacy.

“Hey, guys! Is…” Her words trailed off. She gasped and covered her mouth.

The guys hadn’t made it into the showers yet. But they’d shirked out of their clothes. They weren’t wearing a stitch, standing in the room, towels in hand as they made their way toward the bathroom.

“Shit!” Daisy cried.

Their backs were to her, but that view was just as good as a front one. Their bodies were corded with knotty strength and bulging muscles. Their asses were tight, perfectly formed below their taut, tapered waists.

At her outburst, they stopped walking, turned around, and smiled at her.

Giving her a front view.

A very clear one.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she said, stumbling backwards, her eyes growing huge as she struggled to comprehend the sight of their massive cocks dangling between their legs.

“Sorry!” she yelled before turning around and scrambling from the room. In her effort to evacuate the vicinity as quickly as possible, she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.

The trio rushed to her side, eager to check on her.

The men squatted low and put hands on her back and shoulders.

“You okay?” Cane asked.

“Uh, am I… okay?” she said.

Her eyes were even more transfixed on the men, now that their members were so freaking close to her.

So close.

She could easily just reach out and touch them. Open her mouth and inch her lips toward one. Or two. Maybe all three.

The thought made her cheeks glow even warmer. One would be hard enough to swallow. They were all so massive! There’s no way she could stretch her mouth to accept a second or third.

She’d have fun trying, though.

She’d have fun trying to stretch her pussy, too.

She shook her head, as if that would clear the naughty thoughts. It didn’t do a bit of good. How could it? She was surrounded by muscular, masculine flesh.

Mmm. Yummy.

“Yes. Are you okay?” Cane repeated.

“Yeah. Sorry. I just… I didn’t mean to walk in on y’all.”

They stood. She stayed on her knees for a moment, trying to swallow the lump in her throat as she realized now just how close she was to their hanging cocks.

Cane reached out his hands. She accepted them and allowed him to help ease her up.

“There’s no need to run,” he said. “You seeing us doesn’t bother us. So take your time leaving. Do you understand me?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, modesty isn’t as important as keeping you safe, honey,” Walker added. “So don’t run in this firehouse again. Am I clear?”

“Yeah,” Daisy said, scratching her head nervously as her eyes darted anywhere but those ginormous rods.

“Now, what did you need in the first place?” Cane probed.

Don’t look at their dicks. Don’t look at their dicks.

“Uh, I was just going to tell you that we’re out of spaghetti noodles and ask if you mind if we have dicks instead.”

“No. Honey, we,” Cane waved his hand between himself and the other two guys, “don’t want dicks.”

“Oh shit!” Daisy said. “I meant penne. Like the pasta. Do you care if the spaghetti is made with penne?”

Based upon the men’s smiles and the looks in their eyes, they clearly found Daisy cute. Or at least amusing.

“Whatever you use will be just fine,” Cane assured her.

“As long as it’s not dicks,” Austin added.

Daisy slapped a palm to her forehead and groaned as she hurried from the room.

She was positively mortified.