Double Heat: Menage Firefighter Romance MFM

by Vanessa Kinney

  Rose

  Best date of my life. Those are the only words that are going through my head. I can’t remember laughing this much. It’s been too long since I’ve felt so relaxed.

  The three of us get into the elevator. Blake and Max push their bodies against me. Each fighting for my attention.

  We took a walk through Central Park after the Firehouse Grill. Blake and Max argued about which one of them got to hold my hand. It got so heated that a couple heads turned at the entrance to the park. I got them to quiet them down by offering a hand to each of them.

  The simplest solution is the best solution.

  The dinging of the elevator fills the small space. Both the men breathing hard next to me, stealing glances my way. I pinch myself just to remind myself that this isn’t a dream.

  A couple weeks ago, I couldn’t even get a date. Now, two hunky men are fighting for my attention. Each one wanting time alone with me.

  There’s a mixture of feelings coursing through me. Both Blake and Max are amazing. Each better than any guy that I’ve ever been with. Each with their own unique qualities.

  Blake is sarcastic, funny, and a tease.

  Max is down to earth, punctual, and quite serious at times.

  Both of them are ripped with muscles from inch to inch. A common trait for firefighters, from what they’ve told me.

  I’m suddenly aware of everything around me. The dinging of the elevator as it whizzes past each floor. Blake and Max pressing against me, their body heat warming me up. My mouth is open a little and throat parched.

  The elevator dings one more time and the doors open to our floor. I’m the first to walk outside, both of them nipping at my heels. I can feel their gaze on my body. Taking me in and wanting more.

  I want more. It’s been too long since I’ve had the touch of a man. There’s just one problem.

  I don’t know which one to choose. Both of them are great in their own regard. Both of them make my knees weak and head woozy. Both of them get me more wet than a cold shower.

  The keys jingle in my hand as I turn the lock. Max is behind me while Blake leans against the doorframe.

  I open the door a crack, half stepping inside. I can’t decide. Choosing between the two of them is impossible.

  “Thanks for the date,” I say to Max. His blue eyes light up and he smiles.

  “Don’t worry about it.” He shrugs his shoulder and takes my hand. His touch lights a fire inside my stomach. I hold my breath as our fingers interlock and my mouth gets parched. “I’ll see you back at the apartment, Blake.” He takes a step forward, but Blake grabs his shoulder.

  “Not so fast, Speedy.” Blake pulls Max away and takes my hand into his. “I’ve enjoyed this night with you.” He brings a hand to my cheeks and I give into his touch, my head falling into his palm.

  I open my eyes to see the two of them staring me down. My head swivels left to right. Left to right. I bite down on my lip. I don’t know what the hell to do.

  Blake is the first to make the move. His head moves toward mine. My mouth opens wide as his lips crash against mine. He moves his tongue along my lips, letting me taste him for the first time. My knees grow heavy and I’m about to fall when Max pushes him to the side and pushes his hand into the crook of my back.

  He presses me against his chest and I let out a breath. Through half opened eyes, I watch as lips slam against mine. His touch is more subtle and tame than Blake’s. When he pulls away, I can feel the heat face coming to my face in full force.

  “I…I don’t—“ I mutter.

  “Sleep tight,” Max whispers and shoots me a smirk. Almost as if he knows that I won’t be able to get a wink of sleep tonight. Both of them walk to the end of the hallway and shut the door to the apartment.

  I lean against the apartment door and almost fall onto the floor. Forgetting that I’d opened it. I rush inside dying of embarrassment. I hope to god that they didn’t see me.

  I slam the door shut and lean against it, slowly sliding to the floor. I put my head between my legs and want to scream. There’s a constant throbbing between my legs. My panties are completely soaked.

  At this rate, I have a better chance of dying than getting laid.

  “Why are you calling me?” Alex’s voice breaks through the silence in the apartment. I weave through a couple rows of unpacked boxes. Something that’s still on my to-do list.

  “Thanks for being an awesome friend,” I mutter back and pour myself a drink. A little wine to take off the edge from tonight. And a helpful dose of Alex, to make me feel better.

  “Well, I figured you would call in the morning. After Max helped you break in your new bedroom.”

  “Oh shut up. This date wasn’t anything like that,” I lie. I wish that one of them had come in. I could tell that they wanted to. And I would have been more than willing.

  “Was your date that bad?” Alex asks. She always assumes the worst in me. Might have to do with the fact that I haven’t gotten laid in over a year. Something that she never fails to remind me. Not like I needed the remainder. The constant throbbing between my legs is enough of a reminder.

  “No, it wasn’t that bad.”

  “So, it was bad,” she quips.

  “No. That’s not what I mean,” I shoot back. “There was nothing wrong with the date. Everything went well. And they teased me at the entrance of my apartment.”

  “They. Hold up. What do you mean by they?” Alex yells into the phone. “You know I don’t like being kept out of the loop. I’m coming over.” I can almost hear her rushing to her walk-in closet and putting on her shoes.

  “There’s no need for that.” I end up talking to the ring tone at the end of the line. I walk over to the sink and grab another glass. This is going to be a late night.

  It doesn’t take longer than 30 minutes for Alex to show up. Another 30 minutes and three glasses of wine for each of us for me to get done telling her everything.

  “I wish I were in your shoes,” Alex says, downing the last drop from her glass. She wipes her mouth and lies back on the couch, her eyes half open.

  “What do you mean?”

  Her head whips up and her hands dig into the couch. “Two hot firefighters fighting for my attention. That’s every girl’s dream.”

  I shake my head. “Your dream. Not mine.”

  “Oh please, if both of them were here and willing to take you into the other room, you wouldn’t be saying those words.”

  I think about her words for a second, rubbing my legs together. There would be no way that I could turn them down. The thought of having both of them at the same time would be too much for me to handle. I don’t even know how any of that would work.

  “I would have to turn them down,” I lie.

  Alex rolls her eyes and laughs. “You and I both know that’s a bold-faced lie. And I doubt they would let you say no that easily from the sound of it.” She grabs the bottle of wine from the table and holds it over her glass. A couple drops drip down and she shakes it before setting it down hard on the table. “I require more wine,” she demands.

  “If I were to be okay with the idea. And I’m not saying that I am. I don’t know what I would do with both of them.” I grab another bottle from the back. It doesn’t look like either of us are going into work tomorrow. Not that it matters for Alex. She works for her father and calling in sick is common for her.

  “You wouldn’t have to do anything,” she says. “I’ve never been spit roasted before, but I can’t imagine it would be very hard. One would take you from the front and the other from behind.”

  “Oh my god, Alex, I can’t believe you just said that.” I shake my head and close my eyes, doing my best to fight the dirty thoughts streaming into my head. I look at my bed. The thought of having both those men on that tiny bed is too much to handle. I rub my thighs together and turn my body to the side.

  Alex shrugs her shoulders. “This might be your chance to show me up for once. Experience something I’ve never
done before. I hate to say it, but I’m so jealous of you right now.”

  “Well, I better go ahead and do it then. This might be my only chance,” I answer with thick sarcasm.

  “That’s the spirit,” Alex mumbles and falls onto the couch, her eyes closing. “Once in a life time opportunity.” The glass of wine in her hand tips to the side and I lunge over and take it out of her hand.

  I clean up and bring a blanket for Alex. She snuggles against it and I’m almost back into my room when I hear her cough. “Do it for me,” she mumbles under her breath, and she falls back asleep.

  I laugh under my breath and shut the door behind me.

  The heat between my legs is more intense than ever before. There’s no way that I’ll get a wink of sleep.

  Not with Max and Blake on my mind.

  11

  Rose

  “Hello, Earth to Rose.” Meredith waves her hand in front of my face. I snap out of my dirty thoughts and clear my throat.

  “Did you say something?” I turn my head to the side and try to hide the blush on my face. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking of them. Ever since Alex put the idea of having both of them in my head, every other thought is of that.

  The different positions. Their hands on my body. Me moaning out their names as they fill me up.

  Meredith eyes me carefully for a moment before looking back down at her phone. “I need you to do a couple guest appearances on some morning talk shows. Remind people to vote for your father.” She looks up at me and I nod to her words. “Do you think that you can do that?”

  “Of course,” I answer. I can’t take being in the same room as Meredith. Everything she does is devoted to being in the spotlight. Always on different talk show hosts. Opening herself up to the world. She and I are two very different people.

  I’ve grown up in that world. And disliked every minute of it. It became almost unbearable when my mother died in the car crash. News reporters hounding a 12-year-old girl about her dead mother. I hated every moment of it since then.

  I didn’t want to go on the morning show. I only did it for my father. He was the only reason that I hadn’t fallen off the edge when my mother passed away. And I’d do anything to repay him for that.

  I don’t agree with him still being mayor for another term, but it’s one of the small things that bring him joy in life after my mother died.

  “Good.” Meredith checks me off her to do list and I get up. I need to get out of here before she makes me do anymore. I make my way to the door when I feel her hand on my shoulder. I look into those black pools of hers. “Are you seeing anyone right now?” She looks down into her phone.

  “What do you mean?” I ask. Blake and Max pop into my head. We aren’t technically together at this point. Honestly, I don’t even know what we are.

  “Are you dating anyone?” She tilts her head.

  “No. Not at the moment.”

  “Good. I’ll have Lucy send you a list of eligible bachelors. Your father will poll better if you’re seen in a committed relationship.” She walks away, adding another check to her list.

  “I don’t need a date. I can do the talk shows on my own.” I can feel the anger building up inside of me. I need to stand up to her. To show her that she can’t just boss me around anytime that she wants.

  “Nonsense. All of the people on my list are Harvard graduates and the top of their class. Lucy will email you the list tonight.” She grabs her bag and throws it over her shoulder.

  I open my bag to retaliate, but she out the door before I can answer.

  I take two looks at the list and I can feel the anger building inside of me. I almost call my father before I reconsider it. I don’t want to bother him with all this. He has a lot on his mind. The election is in a couple weeks.

  The doors to the elevator open and I can hear clacking weights. A couple minutes on the treadmill is all that I need. Something to get my mind off it all.

  A couple minutes of peace and quiet. No Meredith. No Alex. And no Max and Blake. I walk through the door, stuffing my left ear with a headphone when I hear his voice.

  “Hey there, sweet cheeks, fancy meeting you here.” Blake jumps off the bench press, his body shining from the light coat of sweat. Max is right behind him, re-racking the weighs. Both their eyes fall up and down my body, and the rush of heat to my face is almost unbearable.

  “What are you two doing here?”

  They look at each other and laugh. “Waiting for you, of course,” Blake answers.

  Max punches him in the arm. “She’s going to think we are some weird ass stalkers if you say shit like that.” He looks over to me, his sapphire eyes glimmering. “We needed to get a workout in. There’s been a lot of pent up aggression since our date.”

  I smile at his words. Did I do that to them? Are they fighting over me? The thought crosses my mind until I bring myself back.

  “Is that so?” I look around the small gym. There’s no one else here.

  They nod their heads. “This is the best place for us when we can’t think straight.”

  A dirty plan crosses my mind. I take a step forward and touch Blake’s arm. “Hitting the weights hard, huh?” I can barely wrap my hands around his bicep. Behind me, I can feel Max’s eyes drilling into Blake.

  “Well, I like to stay in shape. It’s an important part of the job.” He flexes a little harder and it nearly takes my breath away. I run a finger up and down his side. Every inch of his arm is sculpted.

  Max walks in front of us, taking a weight from behind him. He curls it and looks at it. I walk over and feel as his hand lifts the weight. I wish that I could bite down into them.

  “Is this helping with all that pent-up aggression?” I ask. My hand rests on his cheek, letting his stubble dig into my palm. Max smirks at me.

  “Is this supposed to be retaliation for the other night?” He sets the weight back down. “‘Cause if it is, you’ll have to try harder than that. You’re not going to break both of us.” He puts his hand on Blake’s back.

  Blake nods to his words.

  “Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I walk over to the treadmill and lean over, grabbing down to my toes. The yoga pants stretch and give way, my ass aiming directly in their direction. I steal a glance to the side and see both of them looking at me, Max’s hand falling from Blake’s shoulder. “I need to get a good stretch in before I can run. Do any of you want to help?”

  Blake is by my side faster than I can blink. He raises his hand in the air like a nervous school boy. “I volunteer.”

  Max shoots him a look, but Blake doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring at my eyes. And I am enjoying every moment of it. I stick my tongue out in Max’s direction.

  He shakes his head and turns away from me, grabbing a weight in each hand. He positions himself at the other end of the gym, where he can look at us through the mirror.

  I turn my attention to Blake. “Thanks for your help.” I take his hand and guide it to my thigh. “I’ve been really tight lately. Can you feel it?” I flex and push his palm against my leg.

  “Sure can,” he says. He runs his hand up and down my body. A surge of electricity shoots through me and it takes everything that I have not to attack him. I steal a glance at Max, who is throwing daggers in my direction.

  I sit on the floor and Blake follows. “Open your legs.” He nods and I push my heels against his, forcing us to stretch. There’s visible pain in Blake’s face every time I push us a little further, but he doesn’t say another word. “How are you doing over there?”

  “Fine,” he mumbles out. His face is a cherry red and his breaths are deep and long. “I can’t anymore,” he says with a strain.

  I hop into the air as he grabs his crotch. “Thanks for the stretch.” I grab my headphones and bounce out of the room. Max is on the other side laughing his ass off as Blake struggles to lift himself up. Max winks at me and I return the favor.

  Always leave them wanting more. Tha
t’s something that the two of them have taught me.

  I can easily play their game. And something tells me that I might just win.

  12

  Blake

  I limp over to the sink and grab my shake from the fridge. I can’t believe that she duped me like that. I rub the inside of my thigh.

  I can’t help myself. When Rose Collins needs help stretching, then I make myself available. I got shit from Max about it, but there’s nothing that I could have done. Not when she’s wagging her ass in front of me. I’ve always been a weak man when it comes to a nice, round ass.

  “You can’t be giving in like that all the time. You’re just playing into her hands.” Max grabs a shake from the fridge and chugs it down. “She’s trying to use our own method against us. Something that we’ve come up with.” He flicks his finger between him and I.

  “I know. I know. I’m weak,” I mumble under my breath. “Want to grab something from Firehouse?”

  “You know my answer.”

  “I was just about to close up shop.” Karl throws the towel over his shoulder. I’m pretty sure that’s the same towel he had when Max and I first walked into this restaurant. “If you guys want anything you’ll have to cook it yourself.” Karl lays back in his chair and pours himself a shot.

  “No worries, old man.” Max pats him on the back. “We know how busy you can be.” Max rolls his eyes and makes his way to the back of the kitchen.

  “Make me the usual,” I shout as the door flops closed. I let Max handle all the cooking. He’s a magician when it comes to that kind of stuff. He always tells me that if he didn’t become a firefighter, he would have been a top tier chef. With the kind of food he’s cooked for me, I tend to believe him. Although I’ll never admit that to him.

  “No Rose tonight?” Karl asks and downs another shot. He leans back against the bar and pours me a shot, handing it to me.

  “No Rose tonight. It’s a guy’s night out.” The taste of old whiskey burns into my throat but I keep myself together. Can’t have the old man drinking me under the table.