Double Heat: Menage Firefighter Romance MFM

by Vanessa Kinney

  “I told you she wouldn’t do it,” Dwayne says, turning to Steven. “You owe me five bucks.” He holds out his hand and curls his fingers in front of Steven. “Gimme! Gimme!”

  I smile and get down to my knees. “Stop! Drop! And roll!” I yell as I do each and every step. Everything spins around me and I can’t help but think of Max and Blake. Their firefighter bodies pressed against me, trying to cool me down.

  When I finish, every kid is clapping and cheering for me. Ronnie has a giant smile on her face. I pull down on my dirty shirt and try to get the dust off. “Looks like you owe Steven five bucks,” I say to Dwayne, who curses under his breath. Steven claps his hands and jumps up and down. I hold out my hand and Steven gives me a loud high-five.

  I look down at all the kids, who are all smiling and still clapping. For a moment, I wish I could be back in their shoes. No problems or worries other than getting their homework done and catching their favorite cartoons.

  Not like me. I have to figure out how to balance a hectic love life while making sure that my father’s career doesn’t go up in smoke because of me.

  How I miss the simple days.

  16

  Max

  “Are you sure about this? There’s no going back after this.” I sit forward on couch, my elbows on the small, wooden coffee table. If he’s serious about this, then I need to give it my all. There’s no way that I’m going to back off. Not now. I’m in too deep to back away from it all.

  Both of us have had our shot with here. We’ve both gotten what we wanted and yet neither of us are sure where to go from her. I think we’re starting to freak her out coming to her door all the time.

  “Positive. Whoever wins this gets her.” Blake pulls the sleeve of his shirt all the way to his shoulder. He shrugs his shoulder and gets into place. He locks eyes with me and grabs my palm. “Winner takes all.”

  I nod to his words. For the last week, we’ve been trying to figure out who gets another chance at Rose. Which one of us backs down and lets the other give it another go with her. So far we haven’t come up with a solution. Neither Blake or I are ready to give in. At this point, we are quickly running out of ideas.

  “One. Two. Three,” I shout. My nails dig into his skin as I push toward my side. Arm wrestling challenge is the last idea that we’ve come up with. It’s a test of brawn to see who wins Rose over. I’m pretty sure I have this in the bag since my arms are bigger than his.

  Both of our faces are red as beets, huffing and puffing at every turn. One second it budges toward my side, then it goes toward his side. Neither of us are getting any headway in this little challenge.

  After ten minutes of back and forth, I look up at Blake. “Truce?” I huff out.

  I’m exhausted, but I won’t give up. Not when it comes to Rose. But I don’t know if these caveman tactics will work out.

  Blake looks at me and pushes a little harder toward his side. I hold my place and he lets out a long breath. “Truce.”

  Neither of us lets go right away. Slowly, we uncurl our fingers and fall back in our seats. I roll my wrist and shoulders.

  I didn’t expect him to be able to keep up so well with me. Always thought I had the upper hand when it came to physical strength. We might not have resolved anything, but Blake’s impressed me a little.

  Blake brings his hands to his face and rubs at his eyes. “What the fuck are we going to do?” he moans out in exhaustion. “We’ve spent the last week trying to compromise, but neither of us have gotten anywhere. Now Rose is dodging both of us.” He takes a cushion from the couch and punches into it. Blake’s been to the gym every night, several times sometimes, hoping that he gets to see Rose there. I’ve been stopping at her house after and sometimes before work with coffee.

  Neither of us have had any luck with it. This is new territory for us. Neither of us have ever been so hooked on a girl before, especially not the same girl.

  There’s one final plan that I’ve been thinking about. Something that might appease the both of us. It would take some time to get used to the idea. I’m down for it if he is. I don’t see another way. I just need to ease him into this.

  “Let’s run through one more time.” I point in his direction. “You want Rose.” Blake nods. I point to myself. “And I want Rose. And neither of us are willing to give her up without a fight or compromise.”

  Blake nods. “Yes, we’ve been over this a hundred times. Where are you going with it?” Blake tilts his head to the side, clearly noting something different about how I’m breaching this age-old subject.

  I run a hand through my hair and gather my thoughts. This is going to be tricky, there’s no doubt about it. And even if I manage to convince Blake, that doesn’t mean Rose will be in love with the idea.

  “You might not like this, but it’s the only way that might get us what we both want.” Blake throws the cushion across the room and sits next to me. I can feel the excitement pouring out of him. I can tell that he cares about Rose, almost as much as me.

  “What is it?” he asks, a little too cheerfully, like a kid about to find out if he got his first puppy.

  “We could both have her,” I lay out simply. Direct and to the point. There’s no way around it.

  Blake looks at me and down at the floor. He bites his lip a little and then looks at me. “I don’t follow.”

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was hoping that he would catch on. I don’t want to go through every detail right here and now.

  “You and I would both share Rose when it comes to everything,” I reiterate.

  “So we would all go on dates and we would all share the same bed and…” His eyes grow wide and he looks at me. He takes a step back and taps on his chin. “And both of us would share her,” he says, as if finally catching on. Blake walks around the kitchen island, alternating between glancing at my direction and at the far corner of the room.

  I need to break the silence. Get him to see that it’s the only way, since neither of us want to back down. “This is it. This is the only thing that will move this forward. Do you think you’re okay with it?” I gulp at the idea of being intimate with Rose and Blake in the same room. At the same time.

  I don’t even know if I’m okay with the idea of sharing Rose with Blake. It’ll take some time before I can get used to it. The idea of seeing Blake naked while I’m trying to be with Rose isn’t a stimulating idea. I’ve seen Blake naked hundreds of times at the fire academy and at work. But taking this next step is something out of the ordinary for both of us. We’ve been friends since we’re young, getting along with almost everything. This would be taking everything to the next level.

  Blake stops pacing and leans against the counter. “Would we ever cross swords?” he asks matter-of-factly.

  “Fuck no,” I answer. “I’m not into that.”

  Blake holds his hands up in defense. “Me neither. I just want to be with Rose.”

  “Me too,” I shoot back. “And this is the only thing that I can think of as a solution. Unless you have a better idea?”

  Blake takes out a piece of paper and scribbles on it. He looks at it and back at me. He crosses out whatever he’s written and crumples the piece of paper. “Nope. You’re the brains of this operation.” He flexes. “I’m the muscle.”

  “And you’re going to be okay with this?”

  Blake shrugs. “Eventually, I will be. It’ll be a see as I go kind of thing, but if it means being with Rose then I’m game.” He stares through me, nodding at his words like he’s trying to convince himself.

  “Good, because I’m not willing to give her up.”

  This was simpler than I imagined. Blake can be a hard ass sometimes, but I’m glad he’s willing to try something different when it comes to Rose.

  Blake nods, opens the fridge, tosses me a beer, and opens it. We tap our beers together and chug them both down. Blake wipes the suds from his mouth and burps. “Do you think Rose would be down for it?”

  That is the million-dollar qu
estion. None of this will matters if Rose doesn’t want any part of it. It adds even more pressure on her side since she’s the daughter of the Mayor. But, if she is game then Blake and I will make sure it didn’t get out. We can be pretty tight lipped if we need to be.

  “There’s only one way to find out.” I set the bottle down and make my to the door. “You coming?”

  “Right now?” Blake asks.

  “There’s no point in pussy footing around anymore. It’s the first time in weeks that we’ve come up with a sensible solution. Something that might work.”

  Blake smiles and follows suit.

  Tonight might get a little interesting.

  17

  Rose

  I’m just about to hop into the shower when the doorbell rings. I wrap the robe hard at my front and think of the last time I answered the door this late at night. There’s a soft tingle between my legs as I think of Blake giving me a surprise visit.

  I shake my head. The chance of that happening is slim to none. That’s why when I open the door and see both of them at my door, my mouth nearly drops to the floor. It’s the last thing that I expect.

  “What are you guys doing here?” My voice breaks as I take them in. I rub my thighs together as a host of images pop into my head. Each dirtier than the last.

  They both look down at me, their eyes devouring my body. Max is in front of me while Blake leans against the wall outside. I tug a little on my robe and keep it close to my chest. The heat between my legs and cheeks rising.

  “There is something that we want to run by you,” Max says, his head craning and looking at my small apartment. His words come out in a hurry, like he needs to tell me right now before he reconsiders his words.

  “Does it have to be right now? I was just about to get into the shower.” I move to the side and let both of them inside. It’s better that they’re in my little apartment, than outside where someone might take a picture of the three of us.

  Their massive bodies barely fit through my front door. They sit down on my flimsy old couch, their combined weight pushing down on the green cushions. Max leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his simple black wife-beater shirt hanging out in front of him and giving me a glimpse of his hard chest. Blake leans back against the couch and brings his fingers behind his head, his spandex workout shirt sculpting his massive body, and eyeing the room before his gaze ultimately falls at the foot of the couch and he smiles. Probably replaying the night from before in his head.

  Both of them look too good to be true. I’m almost tempted to call Alex and tell her that I have them both in my room. Hearing her disbelief might just be worth it. I clear my throat as I close the door behind me.

  With them both here, dirty thoughts are flowing into my mind. Dirtier than anything I’d ever imagined before. Thoughts that could be useful after they leave and I’m alone in the shower with that vibrator I got for Christmas. The wetness between my legs moves down the inside of my thighs and I move, trying to wipe it along my robe.

  “So what is this about?” I ask. I take a seat on the table and cross my legs. The robe slips up my leg a little and they both look down before looking at each other.

  Blake and Max nod. Max leans forward and pulls me to him. I fling into the air and fall on his lap, his hand on the crook of my back. I look at the table and back at him, amazed at how effortlessly he was able to get me to him. I’d never last a second with them on top of me, pressing down their weight as they rammed their cocks into my holes.

  Max clears his throat and I bring my eyes to his. “Blake and I have been discussing our situation.” He pulls me in a little closer, my chest pressing against his. There are goosebumps on my skin and I’m almost out of breath.

  “What situation?” I ask, pretending like I don’t know. Like this isn’t my wildest dream come true.

  This time it’s Blake’s turn. He runs a hand up the side of my exposed leg and parts my legs a little. He gets down on his knees and kisses my knee.

  I don’t even try to stop either of them. Max undoes the knot at the middle of my robe. I find myself sandwiched between both of them and out of breath.

  “We know that you want us both,” Blake whispers, his lips running up the side of my inner thigh. “So we decided to help you out.” He holds his lips at the side of my legs, his eyes on my bare pussy. I run my fingers through his hair and guide him toward my wetness. I want to feel him on my lips. To let his tongue, move along them and have him taste me. A soft murmur leaves my lips when Blake moves into me and his lips touch my clit. I hold his head in place as one of Max’s fingers tugs at my chin.

  My eyes flutter open to see Max’s lips descending. I open my mouth just as he crashes into me, pulling me into his body. He forces his tongue into my mouth and a little battle starts as our tongues fight for control.

  I run a hand down the middle of his chest, feeling his muscles. Blake interlocks fingers with my hand as his tongue swipes left and right. My fingers dig into his palm as my first orgasm rolls through me. Something tells me that there’s more to come. Blake’s tongue leaves my pussy lips and he gets off the floor, guiding my hand to his tent. I yelp and pull myself away from Max’s lips as I feel Blake’s tip. I run my hand down its side and get myself familiar with its thickness.

  Max licks his lips as he sees me playing with Blake’s cock. “What do you think of our plan?” He parts the middle of my robe and his chest heaves at the sight of me, pure hunger in his eyes.

  “Exactly what is your plan?” I mumble as Max’s lips tug at the skin around my neck. He nibbles there as I run my hand down the outside of Blake’s crotch.

  “Both of us want you,” Blake mutters. “We can’t decide which one of us gets you. So we’re going to both have you.”

  My cheeks blush at their plan. Both of them? At the same time? I’ve grown familiar with them so this shouldn’t be too hard.

  I love their plan. Every part of it, at least what I’ve experienced so far. And there is no doubt in my mind that I want to see where this will go.

  Max’s touch on my bare skin brings me back to reality. He runs his fingers on the outside of my hips, tracing my body and taking me in. His eyes scour every inch of me, his fingers touching every dimple and scar.

  “I want to see,” Blake murmurs behind me. I get up from Max’s lap and let the robe drop down to the floor. Both men get up. Max in front of me and Blake at my backside, each pressing against me. Blake’s hands move up to my shoulders, and he presses his lips down on me, sending a shiver through my body.

  “Hello, sweet cheeks.” His hands move down the middle of my back and grab my ass, his fingers digging into each cheek hard and making me stand on the tip of my toes.

  I shouldn’t be giving into them right now. I should be fighting them off. Telling them that this isn’t right. That this could ruin me and in some ways, my father, if anyone finds out. But, every time I open my mouth only a moan leaves my lips.

  I can’t deny this. I’m not strong enough to say no. Not when I’ve spent more than a month thinking of this exact scenario. I want this.

  I need this. And it’s just too hard to say no.

  Max’s lips move down the side of my throat, sucking along the way. His hands are kneading at my breasts and his fingertips pulling at my nipples. Behind me, Max is kissing down the nape of my neck and his hands are feeling at my cheeks. Every inch of me is being touched and devoured by the most handsome, muscular men that I’ve ever known. And with every second that passes I’m getting weaker.

  I can’t handle all of this. Never in my life have I ever indulged this way. Doing this means giving into every deep, dark desire inside of me. My legs start to shake against each other. I can’t hold myself together anymore.

  “You’re not going to faint on me again, are you, sweet cheeks?” Blake’s voice is deep and seductive, his hands never leaving my side.

  “I won’t,” I mutter through half breaths. I can’t keep up with this, but I don’t want
them to know. I don’t want them to stop.

  “You promise?” He spreads my asscheeks a little and his finger plays around my asshole. My eyes flicker open. Nobody has ever been there before, but for some reason I’m okay with his touch. And there’s a feeling inside of me that wants to give it to him, to let him take my tight asshole. For now, I keep that to myself.

  “I promise,” I breathe out and push my weak body against Max’s, his hands holding me up.

  “Should we continue this in the shower?” Max turns me around and feels my ass. Blake is quick to take my breast into his hands, even coming down and sucking on it.

  “We can,” I say. The idea of the three of us being confined in a small space like my bathroom sends my imagination in overdrive.

  “I agree,” Blake mumbles, my tits still in his mouth.

  “Then it’s agreed.” Max slaps my ass hard. The pain is deep, but the pleasure is more intense.

  Blake kneels and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing at all. I don’t fight his touch. I can’t even bring myself to clearly think.

  He pats my ass and marches to the back of the apartment. Somehow, all three of us manage to fit inside the small room. I’m the first one inside the shower, letting the warm water run down my back. I lean back against the cold tiles and watch them as they undress. Every blink that I take is a mental snapshot that will be saved for a lonely night.

  Max is the first one to undress. He pulls his shirt over his head, his biceps flexing and the ripples on his stomach protruding out. I bite down on my lip as he pulls down his jeans. I spread my legs and touch myself.

  No boxers.

  His cock is hard as a rock and I reach out at it, hungry to take him whole. I pull him by his length into the shower and stroke his cock, my other hand pushing him against the side of the wall.

  “Don’t start without me,” Blake announces as he hurries to undress. My eyes light up when I notice the tattoo on his inner thigh. A snake coiling up the side of his leg. I’d never noticed it before. Probably because the only time I’ve seen him naked, I was trying to cover my eyes.