Double Heat

by Ellie Hunt

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  An MMF Menage

  Ellie Hunt

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  Two hot mechanics - and they want to share me!

  When my car breaks down on the way back to college, I never thought that two hot, young, dominant mechanics would come to my rescue.

  And once they take me back to their shop, I definitely never thought they’d both want to take me… at the same time!

  Even though I’m untouched and totally inexperienced, I don’t know if I can resist… but can my first time be with two rugged, rough men at once?

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  Double Heat

  An MMF Menage

  I went outside when I heard the fire trucks honking, wiping my hands on my apron and swinging the front door of the cafe open. The parade was still two blocks away, but people swirled around me. Practically all of Big Timber, Montana had come out: old people, young people, kids running around waving American flags and enormous stickers that said “THANK YOU, SMOKEJUMPERS!”

  The parade wasn’t very long, but then again, Big Timber wasn’t very big. Main Street was only about five blocks long.

  In the first car, the Mayor sat on the back of a convertible, waving at the people on the sidewalk, decked out in a fairly ridiculous straw hat and waving a flag. THANK YOU, SMOKEJUMPERS was printed in huge red letters on a banner on the side of the car.

  After that came a float from the elementary school — the kids played forest animals, running away from the fire — and then the high school’s tiny marching band, Miss Cattle Rustle 2014 in another convertible, and then, finally, both the town’s fire trucks, carrying the smokejumpers who’d flown in from far away and saved our little town from the Pine Ridge wildfire that had nearly burned everything to the ground.

  The firefighters were defintely the highlight of the parade. The kids were cute, sure, but did anything beat a squadron of muscled hunks wearing firefighting uniforms, waving at little kids?

  Some of them were riding on the truck, hanging off the sides, wearing their firefighting pants and tight white t-shirts.

  God, I could watch their muscles bulging out of their sleeves forever.

  If the shirt’s a little see-through, so much the better.

  Near the back of the first fire engine was one firefighter in particular, with thick, ropy muscles, a tight t-shirt, nearly-black hair and bright blue eyes. Main street was only two lanes, so he was only ten feet from me as I let my eyes roam over him, sure his attention was on the kids jumping up and down in front of me.

  Leaving me free to think about running my hands over those abs, feeling those arms tight around me, that beautiful, tight body naked and sweaty on my bed…

  At last, I looked back up at his face, only to realize he was staring right at me, his piercing eyes looking into my own.

  I blushed bright red instantly, the heat spreading across my cheeks.

  Stop it, I told myself. You don’t even know them!

  I twisted my apron in my hands and looked away, at Miss Cattle Rustle. This year it was my friend Heather’s little sister, Ashley.

  Despite myself, my eyes flicked back to the firefighter. He was still looking at me.

  I looked away again, and waved at Ashley.

  Finally, the first fire truck was past me, and I relaxed a little, the heat leaving my cheeks.

  But the second fire truck was also full of hot, sexy firemen, smiling and waving. Hoping I was being subtle, I let my eyes flick from man to man, not lingering on any of them, just letting myself imagine any of them naked in my bed.

  Only a little bit. For a few seconds, they’d never know!

  I blushed again. I’ve always blushed easily.

  Then, the parade ended and I went back inside to finish the day’s baking before the lunch rush.

  The next five hours went by in a blur, until finally, there were only two tables still filled with people and I was ready to drop dead. It was a great day, sales-wise — practically the whole of Sweet Grass County had been out for the parade — and it seemed that at least half of them had stopped by for a muffin or a pastry or a bowl of my homemade beef chili.

  It was exhausting, though, so when the bell on the door rang, I nearly shouted that I was closed, even though it was still ten ’til six. Instead I stood at the counter, wiping my hands on my apron, tiredly looking at the few cookies left on the tray.

  “Welcome to Fiona’s,” I said, and then I looked up.

  It was two of the firemen from the parade. One of them was the one who’d made eye contact with my for so long — black hair, blue eyes.

  “Are you Fiona?” he asked.

  I felt my cheeks heating up again and wished I didn’t blush so easily, so I brushed my bangs out of my face and tried to act nonchalant.

  “I am,” I said. “You guys the smokejumpers?”

  “Sure are,” grinned the other man.

  He had a shaved head and skin the color of caramel. They had changed into jeans, but still wore the thin white undershirts, and I could practically feel the body heat coming off of them.

  My heart beat faster.

  Keep it together, I told myself.

  They’re leaving town tomorrow. Please just try not to make a fool of yourself before that.

  I smiled.

  “Smokejumpers eat free,” I said, batting my eyelashes a little more than normal.

  “They talk about my chocolate chip cookies all the way down to Wyoming.”

  “Do they?” said the blue-eyed firefighter.

  “We’ll take two,” said the man behind him.

  I put four cookies on a platter.

  “We’re about to close,” I said. “You fellas want some cheesecake? I’ll have to throw it out otherwise,” I told them.

  It wasn’t true. I had a fridge, but I couldn’t quite help myself around these two — I just kept flirting and flirting.

  You’re not flirting, they saved your town, I thought. They deserve free cheesecake.

  They deserve anything they want.

  I blushed again, looking away and wiping down the counter, hoping they didn’t notice.

  “I’d love some cheesecake,” said the bald man.

  I served up two cheesecakes alongside the cookies. The two men thanked me and went to sit at a table, quietly discussing something between themselves.

  I shook my head and began cleaning up behind the counter, flipping the sign to CLOSED, putting everything away in the fridge, tallying up the till. I did it on autopilot, since I did the same thing every single day. The people at the other table left, and I cleaned their dishes.

  But then, as I was taking a platter of lemon bars out of the refrigerated case, I looked over at the men. They were sitting side-by-side at the table, and the bald man had his hand on the other man’s knee.

  Oh, I thought, sighing inwardly.

  Always going after what I can’t have.

  When they were finished, I went out to collect the empty plates.

  “That cheesecake was incredible,” said the blue-eyed man. “What’s your secret?”

  “A good cook never tells,” I said.

  Stop it, you’re just embarrassing yourself.

  They’re obviously gay.

  “Almond,” he said, taking a guess.

  “No,” I said, smiling at him.

  “Nutmeg,” said the bald man.

  I laughed out loud.
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  “Do you know what nutmeg tastes like?” I asked, teasingly.

  He grinned at me.

  “I guess not,” he said.

  “Rodrigo’s not much of a cook,” said the blue-eyed man.

  “Oh, like you don’t eat my huevos rancheros,” said Rodrigo.

  “Well, when it’s your cooking or starve, I’ll eat it,” teased the other man.

  Rodrigo rolled his eyes, good-naturedly.

  The blue-eyed man stuck his big, beefy hand out, the ropes of his muscles rippling even in the cafe’s muted light.

  “I’m Hunter,” he said.

  “Rodrigo.”

  “I’m Fiona,” I said, taking both men’s hands, feeling a little flustered.

  They were warm and big and dry, and my heart skipped a beat when I touched them.

  “You knew that, though.”

  “Have a seat,” they said. “Take a load off.”

  I looked around. Besides these two plates, the cleanup was done.

  More to the point, even if they were gay and not interested in me, thesy were really, really attractive. I’d been busy working at my cafe for so long — when was the last time I’d had a date with someone?

  I sat.

  “Where are you guys from?” I asked.

  I took my apron off and hung it over the chair next to me.

  “Colorado,” said Hunter.

  “Florida,” said Rodrigo.

  “You’re a long way from home,” I said. “You’re staying at the Big Sky Inn?”

  “We’re roommates,” Hunter said.

  Then he winked at me.

  I had no idea what to think of that.

  “It’s gorgeous hotel,” I said, staring at Hunter just a little too long, desperately trying to think of something to say. “Built in 1880, I think. There are bullets in the bar downstairs from a gunfight around then.”

  “No shit,” said Rodrigo.

  “We’ve got quite the checkered past in Big Timber,” I said.

  I leaned back into my chair.

  Hunter leaned forward, toward my.

  “Do you?”

  I might have felt awkward around attractive men, but I was no idiot.

  I knew a come-on when I saw one.

  “Sure,” I said.

  I tilted my head to one side and smiled at him flirtatiously.

  “Big Timber may seem tame, but we sure know how to have a good time.”

  “You folks are hospitable.”

  “We pride ourselves on hospitality,” I said, leaning forward across the table herself. “Anything to make sure our visitors have a pleasurable stay.”

  My words hung in the air for a moment, and I looked from Hunter to Rodrigo and back.

  I fucked it up, I thought, and began to blush yet again.

  How could I think they were flirting?! They’re not flirting, you moron.

  The two men looked at each other.

  “Anything?” Hunter asked. Rodrigo leaned forward, and now both their faces were a few inches from mine, across the thick wooden table.

  My heart thudded in my chest, and I took a deep breath.

  Then I nodded.

  Hunter leaned in those last few inches and kissed me hard on the mouth. After a moment of shock, I kissed back.

  He tasted a little sweet, like the chocolate he’d just eaten, and a little like smoke, as though after weeks of fighting wildfires the scent came out of his pores.

  His lips were firm and dry, his stubble a little raspy.

  He felt exactly right, just like a man should.

  Hunter broke away from me, and before I could even gasp, Rodrigo kissed me as well.

  He tasted clean and fresh and smelled like the pine woods just outside town.

  Before I realized it, I had put a hand on each man’s shoulder, squeezing the thick muscles there, but then Rodrigo broke away from me as well.

  I covered my mouth with one hand, blushed, and gasped.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” Hunter said.

  He gently took the wrist of the hand at my mouth and pulled it down to the table.

  “Come back to the Big Sky with us,” said Rodrigo.

  It wasn’t exactly a request. It was an order, from a man not used to being diobeyed.

  I swallowed and stared for a moment. I licked my lips. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to.

  Even though I’d never done anything like it before — even though I’d never even dreamed of having two men at the same time — I wanted to.

  Two incredibly hot men, their muscles practically bursting out of their clothing even as they sat there, across from my, at the same time?

  I was already wet and aching, just from those two kisses.

  No, the problem was that Big Timber was a very small town, and people would talk. Too much talking, and I wouldn’t be Fiona the Baker anymore, I’d be Fiona the Slut.

  “I can’t,” I said. “People will talk.”

  I drew my hand back and put it in my lap, then started to get up from the table.

  “Wait,” said Hunter.

  “We can sneak you in,” Rodrigo said. “There’s a back door.”

  I looked from one to the other again, my heart beating faster and faster, the ache of desire rekindling deep down inside.

  “No one can see,” I said.

  “Scout’s honor,” said Rodrigo.

  I couldn’t help but break into a wide grin.

  “Okay,” I said.

  The Big Sky Inn was a beautiful Victorian building two blocks away from my cafe, and when the two men let me in the back door, I was greeted by a hall with sumptuous red carpet. They led me three flights up the back stairwell and to their room.

  It had an enormous fireplace with a hand-carved mantle, a fire already going in it, two overstuffed leather armchairs, and two queen beds, both with brass frames. The curtains were red velvet.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  I’d never actually been in one of the rooms before, only the lounge and bar area downstairs — Big Timber’s only real bar.

  “It’s real nice,” said Hunter, and he put one hand on the small of my back.

  I felt myself flush with heat again, and turned to look at him.

  “You make it in secretly?” he asked.

  He put one finger on my bottom lip and tapped it.

  “Sure did,” I said.

  “Perfect,” he said, and leaned down to kiss me again.

  He still tasted sweet and warm, still smelled like smoke, and this time I parted my lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth, gently at first, until his curled around mine as we explored each other, lips and tongues tangling.

  I put one hand on the side of his face, then around the back of his head, and pressed him hard against me as his hand on my back gripped me.

  I could already feel his erection through the denim of his jeans.

  God, I needed this. How had I gotten so lucky?

  Then I felt Rodrigo step up behind me, his hands on my hips as well, his fingers closing around the points. I knew that I probably still smelled like flour and grease, and felt a little bad for a moment, until I felt my hair parted and warm lips on the back of my neck.

  I broke away from Hunter, breathing hard.

  “Mmm,” I said, my eyes closed and head tilted back.

  Behind me, Rodrigo traced one finger from my neck to my shoulder and down my left arm, as his warm mouth moved right, kissing all the exposed skin on that side of my neck.

  Warm fingers explored underneath my Fiona’s cafe t-shirt, brushing over my belly and up to my ribcage, then back down, teasing me.

  I arched my back, pushing my ass toward Rodrigo. I wanted to feel both their erections at once, on either side of me.

  I could still scarcely believe that, somehow, this was happening to me!

  Rodrigo pulled my hips toward him, and I felt his long, hard erection on my ass. Holding me tight, he rubbed up and down on me, his breath in my ear.

  “That’s for you, yo
u dirty little thing,” he whispered.

  I thought I might come right then. No one had ever talked to me that way before, but it made my pussy throb with anticipation.

  Instead, his fingers moved up my shirt, until, before I knew it, he was taking it off and tossing it across the room, not caring where it landed.

  He undid my bra and flung that somewhere, too, and then Hunter was kissing me again. Someone fondled my breasts, gently but with unmistakable need, and Hunter pressed into me, hard, Rodrigo pressing back.

  I turned my head a little and moved from Hunter’s mouth to Rodrigo’s, our tongues tangling and melding.

  Hunter put his head to my chest and bit one nipple, gently. I moaned into Rodrigo’s mouth, and felt his erection stiffen against me.

  Hunter moved to my other breast and bit and licked that one, too, the pleasure moving in a straight line — a jolt — right down to my pussy,hot and aching.

  He put his hands on my belt and undid it, then began to unbutton my jeans.

  “Hey,” I said breathlessly, breaking away from Rodrigo’s warm mouth.

  Hunter just looked up at me with those blue eyes, darkened with lust.

  “I think it’s your turn to get undressed,” I said, biting my lip. “After all, I’m topless and you’re not.”

  Hunter just grinned and took his shirt off.

  I moved out from between the two of them, hoping for a show.

  “You too,” I said to Rodrigo.

  He laughed.

  “You like to watch?” he asked, flexing his muscles.

  “Of course,” I said, blushing again despite myself.

  Rodrigo grabbed his shirt in both hands, and pulled in opposite directions. The flimsy undershirt tore in half, and he shrugged it off.

  Heat rushed through me, even hotter than before.

  “I wish I’d thought of that,” said Hunter.

  He moved behind Rodrigo, a little taller than the other man, and gripped him by the hips, then thrust himself against him.

  Rodrigo made a small, satisfied noise, his eyes closed. Hunter kissed him on the neck, traveling down to his shoulder, his arm, until finally Rodrigo had had enough.

  He half-turned and took Hunter’s head in his head, his fingers lacing through his hair, and kissed the other man roughly.