Shared by the Firefighters: An MFM Firefighter Novella
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“Maybe. I don’t think so, though. If I’m honest, I kinda feel like she and I, well… it feels like there’s something there.” I grip the steering wheel tighter and tense up at bit.
“I feel that too.” He frowns. “I mean, not between you and her. Between Kelly and me. I don’t think I’m imagining it, or whatever. There’s something building up between us.” His voice is tight.
A long moment of silence settles in over us. We both let ourselves get lost in thought until I pull into Kelly’s driveway. I park the car and take a deep breath. “Hey, so, whatever happens, let’s not let this be another Tara, okay?” I turn to my best friend and look at him solemnly.
“It won’t. If she’s into you, I’ll back off. One hundred percent.” He holds up his hands.
“Sounds good. I’ll do the same if she’s slumming it and turns out to be into you.” I laugh.
The weird tension between us finally cracks as we both laugh. Everything returns to normal again as I grab the wine and we get out of the car and head up to the house. Zach knocks on the door and as soon as Kelly answers, I know I’m a damned liar. The way her pale blue dress hugs her curves and teases me. The way her lips are shimmering and so pink I just want to taste them. I know there’s no way I’m going to be okay if she chooses him over me.
“Come in.” She smiles and I cast my doubts aside. I walk in with Zach and decide that he’s right. I just have to go with the flow and see what or who she’s actually interested in.
10
Kelly
“Come on in.” I stand to the side and let the guys in the house.
“This is for you.” Desi hands me a bottle of red wine. My fingers touch his hand as he passes it to me and that electric buzz explodes over my skin again.
“Thank you,” I breathe. Somehow, I manage to force myself to stop staring at his bright blue eyes, but it’s not easy. “Welcome to my home.” I lead them inside.
Well, it’s not quite a home yet. It’s all still too new. I’m still trying to get my shop set up and slowly unpacking the rooms as I go. It’s a big job and it’s easy to be overwhelmed by how much I need to get done. I’ve been tirelessly working at it, but there’s still so much to do.
Tonight isn’t about that, though. Right now, I’m going to open this wine and start enjoying some company. It’s felt pretty lonely over here by myself. Since my family and I aren’t close, it’s not like we call each other for support or anything. Being the new girl in a new place is exhilarating and it’s scary.
On the one hand, I can be my true self here. In this town, I’m not some drunk’s daughter. I’m not the little girl everyone pitied when her mama passed. Here I’m whoever I want to be. It’s a fresh start with my art and a fresh start with my life. On the other hand, I’m still figuring out who I am. There are some things I know for certain, like that I want to have a family of my own. And then there are some things I’m only just discovering, like how these guys seem to be awakening a desire deep inside me I never even knew existed.
“Thanks for inviting us over.” Desi smiles. “It smells amazing. I can’t wait to eat.”
“And you look amazing,” Zach chimes in. His green eyes scan me from head to toe and make the butterflies in my tummy come alive.
“Thank you.” I tuck a strand of the hair I worked so hard to give some volume to behind my ear and smile. I can see it in their eyes, at least I think I can, that they’re interested.
I’ve never been the popular girl before. In high school, I was so shy I was practically invisible to guys. I didn’t really date until my senior year and the boys I went out with were not even a shadow of these men. I’d like to say that once I graduated I really got more confident and came into my own, but that would be a lie. This is the first time in my life I’m really owning my path and feeling comfortable in my own skin. It’s the first time I’ve started to realize there isn’t some kind of choice between being either plus-sized or sexy. I can be both.
I am both.
And from the way Zach and Desi are both staring at me, like they’re hungry for a hell of a lot more than just a meal, it’s impossible to feel like I’m anything less than stunning.
“You really do. I mean, you always look pretty, but… wow,” Desi agrees.
“You guys clean up pretty good too,” I answer. Not that they look bad in their uniforms. Not at all.
“Can one of you open this? The wine opener is on the counter there. I’ve got to check on the food.” I hold the bottle in front of me and Zach grabs it.
“I’ll do it.” His green eyes twinkle mischievously and he follows me into the kitchen.
“I’m the one who brought it,” Desi complains, hot on his heels.
“Yeah, man, we know. And now I’m the one opening it. So, it’s basically like we both brought something to the dinner. For you, it was the booze. For me, the brawn.” He twists the corkscrew into the top and pulls it open with a loud pop. Zach flexes his arm like a powerlifter setting a new high record at the gym.
I can’t help but laugh. These guys crack me up. Suddenly my giggles dry up as I remember the food. I don’t want to burn it. I’ve been working hard on making everything perfect all afternoon. Opening the oven a crack, the delicious scent of a perfectly cooked roast assaults my senses.
“Damn, that smells awesome.” Desi practically drools as he peeks in over my shoulder.
“I hope you guys enjoy it.” I bend over at the waist, pushing out my bubble butt, hoping I can do more than just get their stomachs hungry. I pull out the perfectly cooked roast. From another rack, I pull out the Yorkshire puddings and double stuffed potatoes too. I spread the food out on the counter and take the lid off the carrots I steamed on the stovetop.
“Dinner is ready. Let me get your plates for you.” I start to reach for the stack I have waiting by the stove, but the guys jump in.
“No way. You made the meal. Let us serve you,” Desi jumps in.
“Yeah, sit down, have a glass of wine. We’ll bring this all out.” Zach shoos me away into the dining room. He fills my wine glass and goes back in the kitchen. I ease back in my chair and take a sip. This is nice. A girl could definitely get used to this kind of treatment.
Moments later, the guys are bringing in beautiful plates of food. One of them did a fantastic job of thinly slicing the roast. Desi gently places my plate in front of me and both men sit beside each other on the opposite side of the table from me. It’s like being on a date. With both of them. At the same time. And I’m strangely fine with that.
“Thank you.” My gaze dances back and forth between them. I’m lost in Zach’s green eyes for a moment and then find myself imagining my fingers threading through Desi’s hair. My fantasy gets the better of me and my nipples grow taut as I find my thoughts leading down a path where none of us are wearing any clothes and we’re all tangled up in each other.
I focus on the food, trying to push the naughty thoughts away. I cut into the meat and take a bite.
“Mmm,” Zach moans, “this is so good. I think she cooks even better than you.” He nods at Desi and I raise an eyebrow.
The two of them exchange a glance. It’s like they both understand each other without saying anything, but the look is lost on me.
“Oh, do you cook?” I tilt my head and look at Desi.
“Can he ever,” Zach chimes in. “Not like this, though.”
“I do what I can.” Desi eats his meal. “He’s right, I’m not this good.” He waves his fork at his plate of diminishing food.
“What about you? Are you a good cook too?”
“Me? Nah. I’d burn water if it was possible.” Zach laughs.
“He’s not much for cooking, but if you ever want to go dancing, he’s your guy,” Desi answers. “I’ve got two left feet, but this guy brings the moves.”
There’s that look again. They exchange a conversation wordlessly. It’s easy to see that they’re close, the way they prop each other up. They clearly care about one another. It
A sultry smile kisses my lips as I find myself imagining them doing everything together. Showering with me, reading with me, making pottery, taking me to bed. In every single case, it’s always better with both.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind. I’ll let you cook the meals”—I point at Desi—“and let you take me dancing.” I point at Zach. “Sounds like a good deal to me.”
“Me too,” Zach agrees. “So, what’s for dessert?” He leans back in his chair and looks down at his already empty plate.
I’m surprised by how quickly he devoured his meal. But then, I realize we’ve all pretty much finished. It’s funny how the idea of being naked with two of the sexiest men to walk the planet can distract you like that.
“Well”—I choose my words carefully, thinking over what I’m about to say—“I made some chocolate mousse, if you’re interested.”
“It sounds great.” Desi’s eyes smolder as he stares across the table at me. “But I’m starting to think what I’m interested in isn’t on the menu.”
I swallow hard. Does he mean what I think he means? Am I willing to offer them both more? Am I ready to make my dream a reality? I realize I want this. I’m ready to see where this can go, if they are.
“No, there is one other dish.” I twist my hair around my finger nervously and bite my lip.
“What’s that?” Zach eyes me closely.
“Me.” The word comes out as barely more than a whisper.
“So who’s the lucky guy who gets a taste of your sweet pie?” Desi locks eyes with me.
“You both can”—my heart is beating fast as I manage to stay confident and make the crazy offer—“at the same time.”
11
Zach
Kelly gulps down the last of her wine and her cheeks burn bright. The way her hair falls in soft curls around her beautiful, round cheeks draws me in. Her wide eyes give her a look of innocence. I have a hard time imagining her jumping into bed with two men.
“Have you done anything like this before?” I don’t mean to sound so gruff. My question comes out like I’m some kind of detective putting the screws to a murder suspect. I clear my throat and try to knock some of the edge off my voice. “What I mean is, are you sure this is something you want to try with us? I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“I’ve never had any kind of threesomes.” Kelly gives a forced laugh and shakes her head slowly. “Let’s just say, my experiences have been limited.”
A quick look at Desi tells me he’s game to give this a shot. I’m not sure, though. This isn’t something we’ve got history with. I have no idea how sharing a woman I care about with him is going to affect us. Or affect our friendship.
She might not have had any threesomes, but I have had a few now. Never with another guy, that part would be new. But I’ve shared a bed with a couple women at once and every time it’s ended messy. And I’m not just talking about the wet spot on the bed either. I mean, once feelings get in there, when lust turns to wanting a relationship and embers of jealousy ignite, it all goes down in flames pretty quickly.
“Have you been planning this from the start?” Desi’s eyebrows shoot up and he runs his hand through his hair. “I’m just curious about how long you’ve been thinking about this. Have you really thought it through?”
“I wouldn’t call it a plan. Not by a long shot.” Kelly stands up abruptly and slinks away from the table, leaving both Desi and me hypnotized by the sway of her ample ass.
She picks up another bottle of wine and quickly opens it up, bringing it back to the table. “It’s not something I’ve been scheming about, more like a fantasy I can’t shake. It’s true that the thoughts have been crossing my mind since I met you.” Her tone is hushed but calm. Like she’s finally confessing to a crime and relieved that she doesn’t need to live a lie anymore. “But I tried to push them away. I’ve never been with two men before.” Kelly pours herself another glass of wine and savors a sip as we hang on her words.
“Is it all or nothing?” I grab the bottle from her and fill my own glass.
Kelly arches her eyebrow up and looks from my face to Desi’s and then back again. “Do you mean would I just be with one of you instead?”
I swallow my entire glass of wine in one gulp. “What I mean is, do you only want this to happen if both of us are kissing you, tasting your sweet little pussy and fucking you from every angle?” I stand up and walk over to her, pulling her in against me. “Is it either we both drive you wild with four hands roaming your perfect fucking body while we both fill you with our hard cocks? Or nothing?”
I brush my fingertips over her soft cheek and drag my thumb over her perfect pout. Kelly swallows hard. A flicker of doubt dances in her eyes and I can see her heartbeat fluttering out of control in her neck. That soft, vulnerable spot on her neck is practically begging to be kissed.
She frowns and looks down at the ground, then she snaps her head back up and the doubt is erased from her chocolate brown eyes. A confident blaze burns behind them and she stands a bit taller. “Yes. I could never choose between you.”
Desi joins us at the end of the table. He sandwiches Kelly between him and me, each of us pressed tight against her. The heat of her pussy blooms out and envelops the growing bulge in my jeans. I thought it would be weird to be hot for her, pressed into her, and so close to him. But it isn’t.
“So, you’re sure this is what you want?” Desi leans into her. He kisses a soft trail down her neck.
Kelly’s eyelids flutter closed and she cups her hand behind his head and grabs me with the other. I can’t wait anymore. I kiss the other side of her neck and suck on her earlobe as I grind my growing erection into her.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Ever since I found out… I mean, when I decided to move, I made the decision to go for what I want. And I really want both of you. Right here, right now.” Her voice is raspy with desire.
“That can be arranged,” I whisper.
Kelly mewls as she arches her back. I can see she’s pushing her full ass up against Desi and her soft tits into me. I slide my hands up under her dress and tug it up until she raises her hands in the air and lets me free the fabric from her body. She has been hiding these red lace bra and panties underneath the entire time. Like a dirty little secret that we’re about to make a whole lot dirtier.
I kiss over the lace of her bra and she tosses her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. I twist back the flimsy fabric, exposing her perky, pink nipple, and take it in my mouth. My tongue swirls over her hard nub. I hold the other one between my finger and thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her moan.
Desi reaches around her and slips his hand down into her panties. “You’re soaked,” he says approvingly.
“Mmmm, that’s what you guys do to me.”
I see him slip his fingers inside her and she rocks her hips back and forth like she’s trying to ride his hand while I give my full attention to her other nipple.
Desi pulls his fingers out and licks them off slowly, savoring her juices. “God, you taste so sweet.”
I instantly drop to my knees and yank her panties down to her knees. I can’t wait another second to taste her. I slide my tongue in her slit and roll it over her sensitive nub as she threads her fingers through my hair.
Desi pushes her forward so she’s got her ass out and she’s supporting herself on the dining room table. I move forward, desperate to keep drinking her nectar and eager to thrust my tongue inside her tight, warm pussy.
Behind her, Desi slides to his knees too. For a moment I think we’re going to be fighting over whose turn it is to taste her, but he has other ideas. He holds her ass cheeks open and begins tonguing her asshole while I eat her out.
Kelly vibrates between us as both our soft tongues work her over. I batter the edges of mine against her little clit and slide a finger inside her, making her whimper for release while Desi works on her from behind. We both sit on our knees, worshipping her in the most intimate way possible as her breathing gets ragged and her hot little noises fill the room.
“Come on, baby. Cum on my tongue. Let me feel you give in.”
I thrust my fingers inside her deeper and she cries out. I look up at her and watch as her face contorts with pleasure. I keep my tongue on her nub, thrashing against it wildly with my tongue until the manic shuddering stops and her body finally goes still. Desi and I both pull away from her. He gets to his feet before I do and is already stripping his clothes off when I stand up.
I’ve never been so hard from getting someone off before. The way she just surrendered to the pleasure. The way she’s about to surrender to both of us. It’s an indescribable turn on.
“Fuck, kitten, you’ve got me so hard.” I grab her hand and guide it to the stiff bulge in my pants.
“Oh yeah?” she answers coyly. “Show me.”
12
Kelly
“Get on your knees and I’ll show you up close.” Zach guides me to the floor.
I’m happy to follow his command. Sliding down, I look up at the guys and they both strip down quickly. Desi was already practically naked, so he watches my face as he eases his underwear down over his thick, veiny cock. It springs up in front of my face and my mouth drops open with surprise. I can’t help but stare at how wide it is. My gaze travels from the perfect helmet tip to the thick root. I lick my lips and circle my hand around him. My fingers barely touch my thumb when I slide my hand down his shaft.
I didn’t even see Zach peel his clothes off, but now that he’s standing next to me naked, he’s hard to miss. It turns out he doesn’t just have tattoos down his arms. I can’t help but stare at the intricate elephant tattoo above his cock. The big, flappy ears are inked out toward his hips and the wrinkled brow is obstructed by the rock-hard trunk, pointing straight up instead of hanging loosely toward the floor.
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