Fahrenheit (The Power of Three Love Series Book 2)

by Leigh Lennon

  “Taste me, eat me, have your fill,” I teased, and it was all the goading it took when he spread my knees wide and buried his face in me. I hadn’t been with Levi by myself yet. Last night was out of this world hot but I required this one-on-one time with my strong fireman.

  “Do you feel like we are cheating on Jordan?” His eyes were full of hunger but guilt at the same time.

  “You’re so sweet, LT, but no. We agreed to this.” He leaned over to give me the sweetest kiss on the lips. “But if your tongue isn’t in my cunt in the next ten seconds, I’ll make sure it’s not for a while.”

  “You and your demands.” A crooked smile greeted me. “But I think I can comply.” His face met my pussy, and with one circle of his tongue, he had me writhing. “Shit, beautiful, you’re fucking perfect.”

  “As much as I love your tongue on my clit, your mighty large cock had better fill me up soon.” I was bossy when I knew what I wanted and needed.

  A chuckle greeted me when his face met mine. “I love your dirty little mouth, Scar. I fucking love it.”

  His cock was at my entrance when he pushed in slowly. Every little stroke of his cock against my sensitive walls had me on overdrive. I loved Levi’s slow, methodical pace. His green eyes never left mine with every deep thrust within me.

  “I love you, Scar,” he said.

  My orgasm hit me quickly, and when I came, I almost yelled, “I love you, too, LT!”

  15

  Levi

  I couldn’t lie, sex with Scar was amazing. But afterward, holding her tight to me with her red hair draped over my naked chest, I was content with our bodies fused together like one. My hand rubbed her stomach as I snaked it up at times to pebble her perfect tits.

  “Red, I’m so in love with you.” My heart tightened in my chest because this girl was taking over my thoughts at every point in my life. She was the first face I wanted to see in the morning and the last when I turned out the lights at night. “You’re really okay with this? With Jordan?”

  She pulled away briefly to prop herself up with her elbows. Adjusting her head and cocking it to the side, she placed her other hand on my cheekbone. “Shit, Levi, no one has ever put me first. Do you get this? I mean, you going to Jordan with this plan was everything. And then, him accepting it. Shit, I know how much I love you two, but now I know you both love me just as much.”

  A tear fell down her face, and I brought her into my embrace. I had to hold her. Seeing her this way broke my heart. I needed to know more. “Scar, you know my parents pretty much disowned me, but I had a good childhood. I guess what I’m saying is I need to understand a bit more. I need to understand what it was like for you. I know you don’t talk about it much, but shit, give me something. It will better help me to love you better.”

  She didn’t move or speak. When I thought this conversation was over before it began, her shaky voice assaulted the room, her head still in the crook of my neck. “When I was thirteen, I had gone from the best foster home to the worst. My favorite foster mom got sick, and they couldn’t keep me. My next foster parents were awful. But in it all, I made a friend at my new school. Our rations barely kept us fed, and I was always hungry. Jessica would invite me over to her house. The assholes who were charged with my care didn’t give a shit. And when I was with Jessica and her family, it wasn’t even the food I missed out on. No, the one fundamental need I desired was love. The family dinners, the time her mom would sit down with her to work on homework. She had a younger brother, and the dad would pull him up on his lap and read to him. To this day, I see the book that Jessica’s dad used to read in a bookstore, and my heart aches for what I wanted so badly. Silly, right? The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein still gives me anxiety. My favorite meal is still beef stroganoff because it’s what Jessica’s mom cooked almost every time I was with them.”

  She stopped, and her tears soaked the side of me. “It was all of those things I missed. I didn’t care I was hungry all the time or that my clothes were rags. I never had a birthday party or presents to open. No cake or balloons. None of that mattered. All I wanted was to be held, read to, and told I was special in someone’s life.”

  I wasn’t able to say anything as I held her tight for the life she deserved and the life I was hell-bent on giving her.

  16

  Jordan

  I was at my house early, hopeful both Red and the LT would be waiting for me there. Watching Levi come apart today was more intimate than I could have dreamed of. The malicious intent, his men, and his vulnerability were all things I hadn’t been ready to witness.

  It was odd, but I was as excited to see him as I was Red. The second they had let themselves into my apartment, they were holding hands. Before last night, this had made me mad, jealous, seeing green, and many more emotions. But now, it only made me stupidly grin—watching them both so fucking happy.

  It had been close to six by the time they got to my house, and through it, I was getting worried. If this had been yesterday, it would have made me question Red’s commitment to me. But today, I’d become anxious about them both getting to me safely. The second they crossed the threshold to my place, their closeness told me they’d been together. And as much as I thought I’d be jealous, I wasn’t. A switch had flipped, and I put them first over what I had wanted.

  “I wasn’t sure what you’d like for dinner,” I started, kissing Red and bringing Levi in for a bro hug. He held me a little longer, and after today, I allowed it. It was a shit day for him.

  “We stopped and got groceries. I’m cooking,” Red began, marching straight to the small as shit kitchen that sat behind my living room. I watched her for a brief second. Hell, this woman was stunning. I loved the vibrant colors she wore. With her hips swaying from side to side, her ass looked perfect in the orange skirt with large black polka dots, sitting right above the knees. I hadn’t missed the way her tits looked in a tight black tank top. Her three-inch heels made her long as fuck legs look sexy as hell. Not only was she knock-out gorgeous, but she was also caring and loving. It was obvious she wanted to take care of us by the way she sorted through my kitchen as if she belonged there. And hell, I wanted her in my condo. I wanted her as a fixture in my life.

  Levi started to follow her when I pulled at his arm. Stopping immediately in front of me, he began, “You want a hello kiss, too, Doc, all you have to do is ask.” This guy was never going to relent from his intentions. I had to be the one to stand strong.

  “Nice one, LT,” I returned and averted my eyes. I wanted to know, but I hadn’t wanted to come across as the jealous third wheel. “Were you two together?”

  With his face turned down, he didn’t look at me. “You mad?” His hand was caressing my arm, and again, I allowed it.

  “Um, not at all. We agreed to it, but tonight, it’s on. Last night was a dream, knowing I can call her mine.” This time when our eyes met, neither one of us looked away.

  “It was the best,” he agreed, his hand still on my arm. “Jordan, you have to know, I—”

  I cut him off because I did know. “Yeah, bro, I wish I could reciprocate. I do.” Did I? Could I? Should I? I knew the answers to these questions but buried them deep inside my mind.

  He pulled his arms away, shaking his head, leaving me to my thoughts. My mind was equally on him and Red today. Those emotions Levi stirred inside me were not who I was. I didn’t find men attractive. Then why did I watch his ass as he walked away in disappointment?

  I’d run upstairs to straighten up my room and put new sheets on the bed. Red and Levi cooked something for dinner that smelled amazing. The aroma permeated my entire apartment. When I turned the corner from the staircase, I saw Levi setting my table, and I couldn’t help but rib him. “Ah, she has you trained already.”

  “You got that right,” Red answered for Levi when coming out of the kitchen with a skillet full of ground beef and a plate of corn tortillas in her hands.

  “What the hell smells so good, Red? Besides you, of course,�
� I added, swinging her around after she had set down the food.

  “It’s my famous barbecue tacos,” she called, heading into the kitchen and coming back with the rest of the condiments in her hands. “I’m fucking starving.”

  “Yeah, I heard about your extra-curricular activities,” I teased, “but you better get some food in your system because if last night was any indication, tonight will be out of this world.”

  Handing both of us beers, Levi clinked his with mine. “Yeah, I’m down with that.”

  “Me, too,” Red agreed, and although the barbecue tacos were amazing, I knew the sex would be intense and out of this world.

  Meals were never something that constituted anything but a time to refuel since I’d been in medical school. There was always too much to do—a test to study for or a book to read. Even now, there was that next call that could come in. However, as we laughed, joked, teased, and flirted over Red’s incredible barbecue tacos at my little dining room table, the sexual tension was palpable.

  Levi’s accounts of his stuffy parents and sheltered upbringing had us cracking up so much. Of course, with Levi, even the things that pissed him off as a child—and there were many when it came to the Arnold patriarchs—were relayed in a humorous way. “They got so pissed off at me when they caught me with a girl in my bedroom. Yeah, when I brought Dane, my first boyfriend, home with me, my mother, of all people, told me she wanted a redo. The girl was not a big deal after all.” In Levi’s animated ways, he turned the hurt that his parents doled out into a funny story.

  I didn’t know why the mention of his first boyfriend caused an ache deep within me. Just his name, Dane, those four letters left me understanding that others had laid claim to his heart in the past. Why did it piss me off so much? And as with most things me, it must have been evident from my body language. Red squeezed my knee, and a smile on her face helped to ward off the green bitch of envy. I wouldn’t let it ruin my good mood.

  We clinked our beers together each time we opened a new one, and between the many beers and our crazy harmony of bonding, I understood right then, the sex would be crazy and adventurous, and with these two, I’d expect nothing less.

  17

  Levi

  “Hell, Scar,” I began, “those tacos are almost as delicious as you.” That earned me a laugh by both Jordan and my redhead seductress.

  “I know, I’m awesome like that.” She smirked. “You should see what else I can do with my hands.”

  “Is that supposed to be a challenge?” Jordan asked.

  “I meant in the kitchen, boys. Get your head out of the gutter.” Scar stood, grabbing the plates to clear the items from the table.

  As she attempted to snatch my food from in front of me, I spun her around and pulled her onto my lap. “Nope, you aren’t clearing the dishes, Scar. You cooked. Anyway, I think there’s something more important we might need to take care of. You with me, Doc?”

  He looked around at the dishes on the table. I should have known the type A personality of our doctor wouldn’t let him concentrate with a mess. “Doc, work with me here.”

  He stood, moving to where Scar was sitting on my lap, her skirt offering easy access. “Um, yeah, I can let a dirty kitchen slide this time because I have many dirty thoughts of you on my mind, Red.”

  I loved his analogy. It was something a control freak would say to make him feel better about leaving a mess. And it was cute. Fuck, I wanted to dirty him as much as he wanted to dirty Scar. “Good one, Doc. Let’s get our girl upstairs.”

  “Nope, I have plans for her right here.” His hand worked up the loose skirt she’d put on after our afternoon fucking session. It wasn’t as tight as the pencil skirts she wore to the office. “I can’t wait the thirty seconds it’ll take to get to my room.” He pushed up the skirt, his fingers falling on her upper thighs. “No undies, Red?”

  Well, hell, how did I not know that?

  “Um, yeah, I thought it might be a nice surprise,” she countered.

  This time, Jordan winked at me. In the hazelnut hues of his chocolate eyes, I winked back at him. I didn’t want to push him, but fuck, his body wouldn’t stop giving me mixed signals.

  He laced kisses up her thighs until he landed between the little curls she kept trimmed around her pussy. It was the same wild fire color of the hair on her head, and his mouth on them caused my own cock to grow hard underneath her sweet ass.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy. What do you think of the little tiny curls?” Jordan asked. I’d been with many women in my time—some who went natural, some with a landing strip, and some as bare as a baby’s ass—but this was the first time little red curls caused me to want to explode without stimulation.

  “Fucking perfect, like our redhead seductress.” I loved how she was ours. But as much as I loved Scar, and that was never in question, the doctor was claiming my heart every second I was around him.

  I only imagined her cunt was sopping wet because I could hear it from my vantage point. “Fuck, Doc, make her orgasm. We’re both going to take her tonight at the same time.”

  My challenge didn’t stop him from causing the longest orgasm to rock through her body. “Want a taste, man?” he asked, and if Scar had not been on my lap, I might have fallen over. Was he going to give me a sampling from him? His finger glistened with her juices, and he gave it to me to lick.

  I didn’t wait to see if we were on the same page before I placed my tongue on his finger, soaking up every last lick of her scent. Scar had to feel my already hardened cock come alive with his finger in my mouth. And when Scar moaned, “Shit, that’s sexy,” I knew I needed to be in her and soon. I opened my eyes that had remained closed during this time only to see Jordan mentally withdraw from me.

  I didn’t give him a chance to work it out when I pulled Scar over my shoulders—making my way to his bedroom somewhere upstairs. “Coming, Doc?” I asked.

  “Yeah, right behind you.” It was a small step, and I fucking hoped it was not going to be a step backward.

  I’d never been in Jordan’s room. Hell, before today, I’d never been in his house. And where I gave my sister lots of shit for all the crap she had in her tiny space, Jordan’s much larger apartment was completely sparse. No pictures of his family or artwork on the walls. Not even any books. The only thing that told me a little about him was a Sports Illustrated on the otherwise empty end table near his bed. One lamp, one dresser. No clothes were out of place, and his bedding was a deep hunter green. Off of his room was a small bathroom where Scar had excused herself for a couple of minutes.

  “Doc,” I tried to probe, “you okay?”

  He shook his head, turning from me. “Yeah, this, the three of us, is still a new normal I’m trying to get used to.”

  He didn’t want me to see the worry or uncertainty written all over his face. “I get it. I understand.” I wanted to comfort him and offer him some words of wisdom, but I remained quiet. The demons, his fear was only something he could work out. In my own thoughts, the creak of the door alerted me to Scar’s presence. I turned to see her in a long black lace nightie with a slit up the side, reaching to her ass.

  I didn’t wait on Jordan. I would share with the good doctor, but I still would worship this girl in front of us like she was the only girl in this world for me. It sure as fuck was the truth.

  “Not sure why the hell you get dressed because we’ll just take it off, right, Jordan?”

  I was pleasantly surprised when I turned and found him behind me.

  “Yeah, Red. You’re sexy in this but more so out of it.” Jordan sank to his knees in front of our redhead seductress, placing his mouth near her pussy. Of course, the fabric would not hinder this man. They were stunning together, her red hair and ivory skin a complete contrast to Jordan’s olive complexion and dark head of hair.

  “Are you going to help, LT?” Jordan inquired, his hands snaking inside the material and up her succulent thighs.

  “Um, I happen to love this view. Continue to p
lease our girl, and I will take over in a second.”

  My words didn’t startle him or stop him. When I imagined his fingers entering her, Scar’s eyes reached mine, her words putting us both on notice. “Fuck, you two are unreal, hot, and all mine.”

  I closed the space between us, moving to Scar’s back. I took her hands in mine as I wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing her back all the way down.

  “You’re fucking right about that, Scar. We’re both yours.”

  She had opened her mouth to say something when the full force of Jordan’s hands sent her into a tailspin. The orgasm quaked through her body when I locked in on Jordan’s gaze. He smiled at me, he didn’t look away, and our eye lock continued through Scar’s orgasm.

  My grin quickly tugged at the edges of my lips. I knew when I was happy and I showed it. I only asked, “Want to move our girl to the bed?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he replied when we both walked her over to it. I had turned briefly to grab my bag. I’d hoped we’d both experience Scar at the same time. With the lube and condoms in my hands, I threw them to Jordan.

  A large smile plastered his face when he tossed the lube back my way. “It’s only fair you claim her ass since I had her first.”

  Yeah, I wouldn’t complain. “Great idea, Doc.”

  Scar was coming down from the mind-blowing orgasm Jordan had given her. “Scar, honey, you okay with this?”