by Leigh Lennon
“Yes. I. Need. More. Orgasms.” Smirking at the good doctor, I laughed.
“Greedy little thing we have, Doc.”
He was stroking his glorious cock when my mouth dried at the sight. “So fucking greedy,” he countered, not registering I was in awe of him—all of him.
“Okay, Doc, lie down. We’re doing the double stuff method.” He cocked his head to the side. “I’ve given you the best visual, didn’t I?” We high-fived each other as Scar rolled her eyes at me. Leaning down, I kissed her cheeks. “Let the doc work himself deep in your wet pussy. Let him get moving, and I will inch in little by little. It will hurt at first, but you know what they say about double the dick?”
My words had her reddening, but I knew her greedy look. She was ripe and ready for the taking. “I have no idea.”
“Once you have double the dick, you’ll never want to go back.”
My comments elicited a laugh from Jordan, and I chuckled back.
“Then hurry up. Let me impale myself on him while both of your cocks ruin me for all other men.”
Her words stilled us both and it was then we realized she was ribbing us. “Ah, you bring up another man in our presence again, Scar, and we will both spank you.”
“Okay, but I’m positive I would love your spankings, too!”
Jordan set out to do what she dared as she impaled herself on his cock. Watching her work herself up and down on him with ease caused my heart to swell. Sure, it was hot, but it wasn’t all from the sexual nature of the act. It was the sensual love shared between these two.
“Fuck, LT, you get to break in her sweet ass. But I’m next.”
“Anything for you, Doc. It’ll be such a chore for me.”
With her sweet rear in the air as she worked the doc’s cock, I added two fingers in her. “Scar. This is going to feel good.”
Her moan told me she was ready, but I wouldn’t enter her until I stretched her a bit more. When I got two more fingers in, Scar’s patience ran thin.
“You get that mighty fine dick of yours in my ass, or it will be off limits soon.” The sweet redhead would never deny me, but she wanted me so much, I was done teasing her.
She slowed her pace, stilling on Jordan’s dick. He moaned. Could he feel my own dick through Scar. “Fuck, LT.” I think he answered my question. I pleased my doctor. I was in a world of bliss, and the more I inched into my redhead’s ass, the better it was.
Scar started her rhythm with the good doctor as I started the in and out motion. The quicker I went, the more she sped up. And through it all, the moans of Jordan spurred me on. Fuck, when I thought last night was out of this world, this night topped it.
I came first, and the murmurs of Scar told me she was close, too, but when Jordan came, it was a good thing I’d already come because he would have done me in.
18
Jordan
I didn’t physically still at his words from earlier when we were both in her at the same time, but my mind couldn’t get over what he had said. “Fuck, Doc, make her orgasm. We’re both going to take her tonight at the same time.” And just when I thought he surely couldn’t mean double penetration, I realized I was wrong, terribly but wonderfully wrong. I was still getting used to all of this, yet his words undid me so much I let him suck my finger dry. And I wouldn’t even get into what that did to other parts of my body.
Growing up with Andrew, he’d always known what he wanted. He’d come out and confirmed his sexuality after telling us he was dating the boy next door. It wasn’t a big deal. With my sister, it was the same way. I’d suspected early on. She was proud of her sexuality, and my parents wrapped their arms around her in support. In my world, you loved one or the other, not both. And I loved women, and it would be that way until the day I took my last breath.
But why did Levi’s challenges and innuendos affect me so much?
As we laid with Red in the middle of us, Levi’s fingers were only mere centimeters from my shoulders when he had said, “You have a bigger bed than I do, so that’ll be a little more comfortable.” Yeah, never thought that much about the California King my brother left me. He made a good point.
I had a reply on the tip of my tongue when Red beckoned us. “Um, guys, we can talk HGTV and home décor another time. You both gave me so many fucking orgasms, this girl needs her sleep. Unless you want to fuck me again.”
With Red on her stomach, I was able to look over her naked body and straight at the bare chest of Levi. It was strange. With Red’s soft curves, it was the opposite of what drew me in with the fireman. His chiseled chest scattered with light hair caused my heart to pitter-patter for him. I don’t pitter-patter for anyone. What the hell?
“Like what you see, Doc?”
Fuck, I did like what I saw, but how the hell could I answer it. I rolled over, covering up with the blankets. “Night, LT.”
I thought it was over until a calloused hand hit my hip bone. “Night to you, too, Doc.” Well, shit, even with his touch, I couldn’t deny what was beginning between us.
I wasn’t able to sleep, not one wink, so I unwrapped myself from Red’s limbs and grabbed my boxers. I wasn’t sure if it was the two beautiful people in my bed causing my mind to overthink or if all the dinner dishes beckoned me to clean them. I told my heart it was the second, but I was pretty sure it was actually Red and Levi cuddled up next to one another causing me to have a restless night’s sleep.
Downstairs, I put all the leftovers up and poured a glass of milk. With my kitchen neat and tidy, I sat down to watch Jimmy Fallon when I saw feet descend the stairwell behind my television. I knew right away it was Levi and not Red.
“Can’t sleep, Doc?” he questioned the second his face was in view.
“Dirty dishes,” I replied, pointing at now the clean dining room table and a kitchen free of a cluttered sink.
“Ah, so you’re that kind of guy? Doesn’t surprise me.” He plopped his ass down next to mine, both of us still just in boxers. He was going to see my semi hardness if he got any closer. Grabbing a pillow, I covered myself as if I was just merely uncomfortable with my almost nakedness next to his almost nakedness.
He didn’t comment, not one time about my attempt to cover myself. He only continued, “So, that was pretty hot, the two of us claiming her at the same time.”
At least chatting about Red, I could blame my boner on her. I only answered, “Yeah, it was pretty hot.”
“Question for you?” Levi waited for me to nod my head before he continued, “Could you feel me through her? Could you feel the motions of my back and forth in her sweet cunt and wonder?”
I stood, breaking any sort of physical and emotional connection. “You know what? I’m not playing this game with you right now.” I tried to almost run, but his parting words had me reeling.
“Okay, but you’re the one who let me lick Scar’s essence off your finger, and you’re running for the hills at this little mention. Try to deny it, but you feel something for me.”
I flipped him off, then headed upstairs. The second I walked in the room, Red was covered with a blanket but still shivering. The girl was always so cold. I crawled into bed to warm her up, and she woke to my touch. Moving her hand down my stomach, she silently told me she was ready for round two. I obliged, fucking the hell out of her while trying to remove the image of Levi licking my finger from my mind. When I turned around, and he smiled at the sight of me taking her hard and fast, I understood it would almost be impossible.
The next morning, after more sex than I might have had in my entire life, I laid in bed a little longer than I normally did, considering I was a morning person. Levi and Red had exhausted me. As I thought of them, they appeared and were dressed, poking at me. “Come on, we’re going out for the day.”
I wasn’t sure how it would work. Red and Levi were affectionate people. Would we hold hands? Would we both kiss her? Did it matter in this day and age? Yeah, I already knew it was a stigma that was hard at first with Elliot, but they
got over it eventually.
Before I knew it, we were out in the late morning air with Scar between us on our way to the Navy Pier. Red pulled at our hands at the same time, proudly holding them. We got many looks. Actually, we got a fuck ton of attention. It was anywhere from, “Ah that’s disgusting” to “Way to love who you want to love, dude.”
It was odd being as public as we were. It wasn’t something I was ashamed of, not of what others thought. It was my own notions of sexuality causing me to fight what the three of us could truly be. In my scientific black and white brain, you loved a man, or you loved a woman. In my mind, there wasn’t room for anything else.
When we got home from the Navy Pier, Levi pulled me aside as Red headed upstairs to return a couple of business calls for Arden and Daimen.
“Hey, Doc, want to run an errand with me?” he whispered.
“Sure,” I stated in the same tone. “Where to?”
“I’ll tell you on the way. Let’s leave a note for Scar. She’ll be a while.” I shrugged my shoulders and followed him blindly outside the condo. Once on the streets of Chicago, I waited for an explanation while he looked for directions on his phone.
“Okay, now I’m curious, LT. Where the hell are we going?”
He had a grin, one which lit his whole face. “We’re going to the closest Barnes and Noble.”
Now I was confused. “Um, a bookstore? Really? Care to share why?”
He put his arm around me, and I allowed it. “Let me tell you a story on the way there.”
As he spoke, my heart broke with each word he uttered. Shit, my poor Red. I had no idea.
19
Scarlet
Looking at the clock in Jordan’s room, I was shocked to see I’d been on the phone for two fucking hours. I’d planned to run to the little grocery store down the street to pick up something I could cook fast. Jordan never had groceries in his house unless you counted beer, milk, and granola bars.
Making my way down the stairs, someone was cooking dinner. Once I got a view of the entire living room, I was accosted with at least a dozen balloons, a cake on the table, and a present wrapped in birthday paper.
“What is this?” I asked, but in my question, the memory of opening up to Levi hit me.
“Listen, Red,” Jordan began, “we never want to diminish the pain you have from your childhood, but hell, we’re in this for the long haul. We’ll build new memories; ones when you think of what you didn’t have as a child will lessen the pain with each passing day—because now you have us, and we’ll move fucking heaven and earth for you.”
My hand was at my trembling lips. I was shaking so much. This was one of the sweetest gestures I’d witnessed, but my brain had not allowed my mouth to form the words I needed to express my gratitude.
Levi approached me with Jordan behind him. “I hope you’re not mad, Scar. I thought the good doctor deserved to know. We only want to love you. And fuck, we love you so much.”
I hadn’t realized it, but I wasn’t crying, I was sobbing. Levi put his arm around me, bringing my emotional self to the couch. “I’m so sorry, Red. We didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No, it’s not …” I tried to get something out, anything. “I love it. I’m crying because no one has ever done this for me.” Arden and Daimen had wrapped their arms around me and were my family. They had made thoughtful gestures for me in the past, but it was different coming from the men I viewed as my future.
“So you love it?” Levi’s vulnerability was so cute.
“Yes, I love it so much. Someone better get me my present so I can open it.” Jordan was off the couch so quick. In a split second, it was in my hands.
Pulling the wrapping paper off, I was face-to-face with a very familiar green colored book. I looked over at Jordan, then over at Levi. “You got me this?”
Levi cupped my face. “From now on when you see The Giving Tree, I want it to be your sign of hope. We will read to you, help you with your work, hold you, and give you everything you never had but needed so desperately as a child. We’ll give you everything.”
Opening the book, I saw an inscription on the white backing of the cover.
Scar,
We are always here for you. Don’t look at this book and see what you never had but look at this as what you will always have with the two of us in your life.
Forever yours,
Levi
I moved my eyes to the other inscription.
Red,
You will always be my future, and with that, this book should remind you that I will always fill any voids others left in your life.
I love you.
Jordan
Each inscription was part of these men. Jordan’s was sensible and down to earth and methodical like my good doctor. Levi’s was passionate and daring like my hot fireman.
“Say something, anything, please?” Jordan asked.
“You’re really mine, forever?” I almost hadn’t wanted to hope for something this grand, this perfect.
Both stood, pulling me toward them. “Of course. We aren’t going anywhere,” Jordan answered.
Levi kissed the back of my neck. “And the night of surprises continues because we cooked dinner for you, just for you, Scar.”
“What the hell smells so good?” I wondered out loud.
With a broad smile on his face, Levi replied, “It’s beef stroganoff.”
The night was perfect, and as I sat with my men, making new memories for the future, my hope for a real future, a real family overtook me, and at times, I almost had to pinch myself.
I found myself sneaking out of bed later that night. It took a lot of concentration not to wake my men, but I had to hold their gift. I’d settled on the couch, with a glass of milk, holding the book, looking at what both men had written for me.
“Red?” Jordan’s voice pulled me out of the trance the book and their gift had done to me.
“Ah, you caught me.” I put the book down and opened my arms, hoping Jordan would come and keep me warm. He kept his house so cold. Walking over to his closet, he grabbed a blanket, bringing it to me.
“You don’t need to ask. I’ll always hold you,” he said, sitting on the couch and pulling me up against his warm body.
I didn’t let much time pass between us when I said, “Listen, Jordan, I hope you’re not upset I didn’t share my foster care story with you.”
Placing a kiss on my forehead, he squeezed me tight. “In a short amount of time, I’ve realized Levi is not my competition. We both complete you. Red, you have so much love—I never have to worry about being excluded.”
This was a radical change for Jordan. I wanted to give him something, anything to show him how much I loved him. “When I was sixteen, my foster parents went on a binge. The cabinets were locked. But it wasn’t only me in the house. There were an eight-year-old and then ten-year-old twin girls. I was the oldest, and they looked at me for help. More than anything, the hunger pains in the eight-year-old broke my heart. I tried to get the keys, and I couldn’t. It wasn’t the steel locks because fortunately those motherfucking foster parents were cheap. I found bolt cutters out in the garage and cut the lock housing the peanut butter, crackers, and boxed mac and cheese.” I had to stop because this memory was one I tried to never relive.
“It happened to be two days later, after the bender, the shitheads came downstairs to the broken lock. I knew I’d get in trouble. And I’d admit to it being my fault. I could take anything as long as the three younger ones were fed. But when the foster dad found food missing and the lock removed, he took the same bolt cutters and cut all of our hair with them. We were all girls and already dressed in horribly ugly clothes. We went back to school with our hair cut as short as a boy. And as he’d cut the hair, he’d purposely pull on it, making the little ones scream.”
Like with Levi, I hadn’t known I was crying. Jordan picked me up and placed me on his lap. “I got you, Red, and I’m never letting go.”
20
/> Levi
One week with all of us waking up in each other’s arms was all it took to solidify those two were my future. And it was safe to say not only was the attraction still there on my end with the good doctor, but I was falling in love with him. The solemn look he woke up with daily until my wink made him smile along with a million other things that were unique just to Jordan Peters was all it took. He had this way of staring into his coffee as if it was his daily calendar that put a smile on my face. Or the way he’d take in the sweet aroma of our girl when he hugged her tight. Every time our eyes met and he gave me that bro nod, my stomach tingled as though I was some teenage girl. But what really put a smile on my face was when I would catch him smiling at me when he didn’t think I was looking. I saw the same want and lust in his eyes when he looked at Scar. He wasn’t fooling anyone. But trying to convince him to take a chance on me was a whole other story. I wasn’t sure how to make that a reality.
All these thoughts rattled through my mind as Driscol, the motherfucking jackass, was rattling on and on about all the indiscretions of one of my men who had been filling in for one of his men on his shift. It wasn’t even his turnover. He didn’t work last night. No, he came in specifically to bitch and moan about my man.
“We’re different bosses, that’s all. Jeffers did nothing wrong, and I run my team differently. It was the first time he worked with you, so just let him know how you run your team next time if he ever has to cover for your man again,” I explained. Poor Jeffers—his indiscretion? Taking a shower after a pretty awful call to calm his nerves. Apparently, Driscol expected a sit-down with his men to discuss the call. It wasn’t a bad idea. I did something similar after my men have a chance to decompress. No one told Jeffers, and he missed the meeting. You’d think by the way Driscol was moaning and complaining that Jeffers missed the fire itself.