Double Heat: Menage Firefighter Romance MFM

by Vanessa Kinney

  I’m not convinced. Not when he talks about cutting our pensions. That’s not something I want fucked around with. That could mess my family up, whenever I decide to have one.

  I set the empty glass down and tip the bartender. The first tip of the night for him. All these rich people and none of them want to part with their money.

  My eyes skim the stage, taking in every one of the entourage. I almost miss her, until I do a double take. A sensation courses through me, something I haven’t felt before.

  There’s only one thought in my mind.

  Absolutely drop dead gorgeous.

  Tight black dress that hugs her body. Hair set in a tight bun. Red lipstick that makes her lips shimmer under the lights behind her. She’s easy to miss. They’ve placed her at the back of the stage, behind everyone else. I can’t understand why. She’s clearly the most beautiful girl up there. Would make for some great photo shoots.

  My cock presses hard against my dress pants. I move my white hat over the bump. I’ve never felt this instant attraction toward anyone before.

  I watch her nod to the Mayor’s words. She laughs at the right cues. Claps along with the rest of the crowd. But she doesn’t seem like she’s there. Merely mimicking those around her.

  Wait a minute! I’ve seen her before. I rack my brain for a moment until it dawns on me.

  She’s Mayor Collins’ daughter.

  What was her name?

  Ruby? Rachael? I’m positive it starts with an R.

  No, it’s Rose Collins. Her name lingers in my mind for a moment. It’s perfect.

  I reach into my pocket and pull out the crumpled pamphlet from my pocket. Her name’s at the bottom of it. She’s in charge of ‘the Blaze Brigade’. Mustering up donations for inner city kids. That’s something that I can stand behind, since I was one of them back in the day. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, but not without the help of other people.

  I take another look at her. And think about how I wouldn’t mind standing behind her. A shiver rolls through my body as I take her in. There’s a deep, animalistic urge that makes me want to rush the stage and take her right here and now. I fight it. I wouldn’t make it two steps onto the stage without bodyguards taking me down. But who knows, I might be able to fight a couple of them for a chance at Rose Collins.

  Everyone around me stands up and claps. I join them as the Mayor waves and sits back down. Rose makes her way toward the microphone, clapping along with everyone, and waits.

  “Thank you, Mayor Collins.” She throws a picture-perfect smile in his direction before facing the flash of cameras. “Don’t forget that all the donations tonight go toward the Blaze Brigade.” The crowd claps once more, although not as strong as for her father, and Rose nods before walking off stage.

  I get up from my chair and make my way toward her. Something pulls me in her direction. I can’t explain it. I’ve never felt myself drawn to any other woman before. Not like this.

  I’m a couple feet from her when she gets bombarded by photographers. I stand off to the side and watch her smile, the tightness in my pants growing. I need this girl. I need to introduce myself to her before I regret it.

  She waves them off after a couple minutes and walks down a dimly lit hall. A light green sign for the restroom hangs at the entrance. I curse under my breath for not getting her attention. I make my way to the bar and the bartender has my drink ready.

  People come up to talk to me and I nod to their words. I thank them for their donations and remain courteous. I don’t give a shit about any of them anymore. My eyes never waver from that entrance. My heart beats faster and faster with each minute.

  What if she left? I doubt that I’ll ever be this close to her in my life.

  Ten minutes pass and she still hasn’t come back. Something is wrong. A feeling in my gut tells me to go check.

  I excuse myself and walk toward the hallway. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but there’s light coming from an open door at the end. I can hear hurried talking and then a scream.

  I rush to the end of the hallway and burst through the door.

  Rose is sitting there, clutching her dress against her body. I catch a glimpse of her bare body, but I lock eyes with her. In my peripheral vision, a man with a camera in his chubby hand stares at me and breaks into a run through the door at the opposite end.

  “He took a picture of me naked,” she yells. There are tears falling down her cheeks and my chest hurts for her. I need to make this right.

  I nod and run after the man. He takes a sharp charge at the middle of the hall and pumps his arms. We lock eyes for a second and he lets out a little squeal. He’s not getting away from me, that much is certain.

  “Stop!” I scream as I round the corner. He turns his head and runs toward an open window. He struggles to get his chubby body over the window sill, giving me the chance to catch up to him. I grab him by the back of his collar and pull him down. His camera clatters to the floor.

  “D- don’t h-hurt me,” he stutters. The smell of urines fills the air. He’s actually pissed himself. I shake my head in disgust.

  I kneel next to him and rip the lanyard from his neck. “Richard Lawler from TMV,” I read out loud.

  I’ve heard of them. It’s that scummy site that gets views through exposing lewd pictures of famous people. A 24/7 gossip channel. I’m sure a naked picture of Rose Collins, the Mayor’s daughter would be worth a lot.

  Anger surges through me. I grab for the camera and smash it against the wall. “Here you go.” I hand him the broken pieces and take the memory card out. “Are there any other copies?”

  He shakes his head.

  “Are you sure?”

  His head bobs up and down like a bobble head.

  “Good. Now get the hell out of here before you really piss me off.”

  He nods and lifts himself, almost slipping on his own piss. Pieces of his camera clatter to the floor as he hurries down the hallway.

  I make my way back to the room, finding Rose fully dressed and talking to someone. A tall girl with brown eyes and black hair. They get quiet when I enter the room.

  “Are you the asshole who took the photo?” The woman walks toward me and juts her finger into my chest. “‘Cause if you are then I’m going to have to kick your ass.” She’s a firecracker, this one. She pushes her finger harder into me to emphasis the point.

  I ignore her and walk up to Rose. She’s even more beautiful up close. Her eyelashes are clumped together, yet she’s the cutest girl I’ve ever seen. The animalistic hunger roars inside of me and my cock begs for me to take her right here.

  She looks up at me with her chestnut colored eyes. “Here.” I hold out the memory card and place it into her palm. There’s a jolt that runs up my hand and I shiver for a second. “He shouldn’t be giving you anymore problems.” I take another look at her and turn to walk away.

  “Wait,” she says, turning the chip in her hand. “Why did you do this for me?” She gets up and walks toward me, tucking a strand of hair out of her eyes. She opens her mouth a little, red lips parting and making my body shiver.

  How could someone so beautiful exist? Girls like her are only real in fairy tales.

  Yet, here she stands in front of me. And all I wanted to do is take her right then and there, knowing nothing else about her. I take a breath and calmed myself before answering.

  “It was just the right thing to do.” I take a step toward her and feel the warmth of her breath. I want to reach out and feel her touch once more, but I stop myself. This isn’t the time. “I don’t like pretty girls crying,” I mutter.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I cringe. That must be the corniest thing I’ve ever said before in my life. Behind me, the woman laughs.

  Rose turns to her and throws a nasty look in her direction. She shuts up, holding a hand to her mouth to cover the smile.

  Rose smiles at me, making my cock quiver. Fuck, this girl can’t be more perfect. She’s like a drug addictio
n. One hit and she leaves you wanting more and more, until your whole life depends on her.

  “Thank you.” Her eyes fall down my body and stop at my name tag. “Sergeant Johnson.” She bites down on her lip as her eyes wander a little lower.

  “The name’s Max. Only my bosses call me Sergeant Johnson.” I meet her smile and turn to walk out of the room. I’m almost tempted to look back at her, but I don’t.

  Always need to leave them wanting more.

  5

  Rose

  My heart is racing and my mouth is dry. I fall on the sofa behind me. I fumble with the memory card in my hand and think of his touch. He came to my rescue when I needed him most, almost like a knight in shining armor.

  “You okay over there?” Alex sits down next to me and watches me. This is the quietest I’ve ever seen her. “I thought you were going to faint with how hard you were staring at him,” she laughs.

  “I might have.” That was the truth. If he even touched me one more time, I would have gone head first to the ground. Embarrass myself for the second time this week. I grip the memory card between my fingers and break in half. He didn’t have to do what he did. “I can’t believe that he got this for me.”

  “You should repay him for his service. I could go get him and give you guys some time alone,” she giggles next to me. “God knows you need it right now.”

  “Oh, please. Alex, you know that that’s not me.” The words come out of my mouth but I don’t believe them. If Alex hadn’t been here, things might have played out a little different. The feeling in the air between him and I was intoxicating.

  “Rose?” My father’s voice breaks the silence from down through the hallway. Two men dressed in black suits enter the room first, followed by my father and stepmother. “Rose, are you okay? I just got word that someone attacked you.” He rushes to my side and runs a hand through my hair. He takes one look at me and brings me into a hug. The familiar smell of Old Spice fills my nose. No place like home.

  “Dad, I’m fine. Someone took a picture of me undressing,” I say, completely embarrassed by the fact that I have to tell him that. “I was being careless and didn’t lock the door.”

  He blinks twice and I can see the red rising to his face. “They did what?” The words fumble out of his mouth and he slams his fist down at the end of the couch. There’s a soft creak as the wood bends. I forget how strong he can be at times. He turns his attention to the bodyguards. “Find him and bring him to me.” He rolls up his sleeves like he’s about to take care of business himself.

  Alex and I both break into laughter. I love how much he cares for me. I reach out and grab his hand. He looks at me with a fury in his eyes before he calms down. “Dad, it’s fine. Sergeant Johnson got it for me.” I hold out the broken memory card.

  “Sergeant Johnson?” He runs his hand along his chin as he thinks the name over. “Never heard of him, but I’m glad that your safe.” He holds my hand tight and smiles down at me. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. “Good. I’m just glad that your safe.” He holds my hand tight and smiles.

  “You need to be more careful next time,” Meredith, my step-mother, chirps up. “Do you have any idea the kind of damage that this would have caused your father if it got out?” She walks around the room, half looking at me and back down to her phone. She puts herself between my father and I.

  “It’s fine,” I say, unamused with her attempt to break us apart.

  “It’s not fine,” she parrots. I’m so close to getting up and slapping her, but Alex holds me back. “You need to stop being so careless. Your father’s re-election depends on it. And I — he doesn’t want his hard work to go out of the window.” She stares me down before curling her lip and shaking her head and sitting down on my father’s lap. She runs her hand through his salt and pepper hair.

  She’s always trying her best to come between my father and I. Always whispering things about me into his ear. Luckily, my father just nods along but doesn’t do anything more. I worry that with time, as he gets older, that won’t be the case.

  I bite my lip and don’t respond. It won’t help even if I do. She always has to have the last word in every argument. Her moving in was one of the main reasons I left the house, although I’ll never tell that to Dad. He hates it when the two of us fight.

  “Oh Meredith, leave the girl alone. She’s young.” Meredith climbs off his legs as he gets up. “I’m just glad that you’re okay,” my father mutters next to me. “So, who is this Sergeant Johnson?”

  “Her knight in shining armor,” Alex answers a little too enthusiastically, “and he’s quite the charmer as well.”

  Max flashes through my mind. Firm shoulders. A tight uniform that hugs his body. Barrel chest that looks too perfect to be real. I can feel the rush in my cheeks.

  “Is that so?” Dad thinks Alex’s words over. “Someone like that should be rewarded for his act.”

  “That’s what I was just telling Rose.” I elbow her in the stomach before she says another word. She takes several steps away from me. “I was suggesting some one on one time between the two of them.”

  “We’re not on the same page, Alexandra.” He shakes his head and looks at me. “Ro, you look a little tired.” Dad brings the back of his hand to my forehead and holds it there. “Your temperature is a little high.”

  “Maybe, I should get Sergeant Johnson. He’s good at putting out a fire.” Alex leans over and wafts air at my crotch as my father turns around. “I’ll go get him.”

  “Good idea, Alexandra.”

  “No. No. That’s quite all right.” I stare Alex down and pull at her arm. “I’ll be fine. Just need to get home and rest.”

  “Are you sure? I’m sure that he wouldn’t mind helping you,” Alex says, holding out her tongue.

  My father doesn’t hear her as he walks outside, only to be greeted by a group of people. Meredith shoots us a dirty look before she falls in line behind Daddy. I wait until the door shuts.

  “I’m going to kill you,” I scream and grab my heel.

  “Two can play this game.” Alex grabs her own heel and meets me the in the middle. “Bring it, bitch.”

  We hold our heels out in front of us before we both break out in laughter. We fall back on the couch and let the echoes of our chuckles fill the room. Everything’s quiet for a while before Alex chirps up.

  “You really need to get laid, Ro.”

  Ain’t that the truth, I think.

  6

  Rose

  I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning in my bed for the last hour. Every time I close my eyes, I see both of them.

  Max and Blake.

  Tight muscles. Broad shoulders. Big hands.

  Those hands running down my body, taking hold of different parts of me. Feeling me and whispering into my ear.

  I hold my breath. I don’t know if I can handle them both. It’s not right but I can’t help myself. What I would give to be between both of them.

  I twist and turn until the sheets fall off my hot body. A breeze blows through the cracked window next to my bed. The city is silent for the most part, except for a random honk here and there.

  It would be a shame to not take advantage of this opportunity. I shrug my shoulders, letting my gown slip down my chest. The cool air circles my swollen nipples and I run my tongue along my lips with anticipation. I grab hold of my nipple and pull at it, pinching it in the right spots. I tug my panties to the side, my finger quick on my clit. It’s full of heat and swollen, sensitive to the touch.

  It’s been so long since I last played with myself. I won’t need much to get going. Not after the dirty thoughts that have been streaming in my mind during the last hour.

  I close my eyes and smile.

  Blake’s cocky grin greets me. Max’s sapphire eyes take shape.

  I circle my clit and let the moans escape my lips. I wish that either of them were here, but for now this will have to do.

  I spread m
y legs wide and slip two fingers inside. I go for the small spot inside of me, poking at it until I can feel my stomach clench. I dig my heels into the soft mattress, my body shaking at the thought of them.

  Blake’s hands hold me down, his lips on my neck. He reaches the side of ear and pulls at my earlobe, his teeth nibbling on it. His hand moves across my cheek and tucks the locks of hair behind my ear. He sets his palm on my forehead and shakes his head.

  “You are burning up, Rose.” His cool lips touch my forehead, but do nothing to take away from the heat. “Do you need my help?” I can see his signature smirk emerge out of the corner of my eye. He presses his chest along my side and takes my hand, forcing me to run it down his chiseled chest and rippled abs. I don’t stop him. I let his touch send shivers and shocks of thunder through me, until my skin feels prickly.

  My fingers tug at his briefs and he smiles. “Not yet.” He takes my palm and runs it along his hardness, letting me feel every inch of him. I can picture him perfectly inside my mind.

  A moan escapes my lips. “You’re so hard,” I whisper and bite down on my bottom lip. I want him. Right here and now.

  “I can’t help it,” he mutters and takes a nibble at my shoulder. “I’m going to need your help, Max.”

  “That won’t be a problem.” The bed creaks under the weight of us. Max starts from the bottom of my legs, kissing his way up the inside. His touch is soft and hard at the same time.

  He opens my thighs, his fingers grabbing hold of them. I bring my hands down between my legs, covering myself up.

  “Don’t,” he commands and moves my hands to my side. “Rose, I need you,” he utters, the words heavy on his breath. My legs tremble at his words and he spreads me wide. His fingers rub on the outside of my panties, letting me grow used to his touch.

  “We won’t be needing this. Don’t you agree Blake?” He pulls at the side of my panties and the elastic slops back down on my hips.