Fahrenheit (The Power of Three Love Series Book 2) Read online

  “What are you so deep in thought about, Doc?”

  With her skirt off, it was my turn to kneel. I flipped her around as easily as I had the first time, then pulled her lacy purple panties off her body with my teeth. I was face-to-face with her pussy, greeted by trimmed little red curls. My hooded eyes didn’t stop me from touching her, eliciting a moan from her that caused my dick to harden more. Her fingers mussed up my hair. When I looked up, I saw she’d thrown her head back.

  “You’re perfect in every way.” Pulling my finger from her clit, I sampled the goods and almost howled at her taste again. “Shit, I love your aroma and your taste. It’s all Scarlet, all you.” My speech was almost incoherent, but I was able to at least articulate what her flavor did to me.

  “Are we going to talk or fuck?” Her smartass mouth was only one of the many reasons I was falling in love with her.

  I stood, bringing her with me when my eyes popped wide. My movement was a little rushed, and I squeezed her tight to me. I’d never manhandle this woman, and understanding me, she laughed. “I’m almost as tall as you, Doc. I won’t break. I love it a little rough.”

  Shit, could this girl seriously be any better? In my eyes, it was a fuck no!

  I picked her up, mainly because I could. I wanted her fused with my body. When my need to enter her had become too intense, I threw her on the bed gently, and she laughed. “Fuck, Doc, as I said before, I won’t fucking break. Show me who’s in charge. Own me tonight. I’m yours to have your way with.”

  I was naked, and my dick was leading me to my sweet redhead. “You’re going to unleash the beast,” I warned.

  With a loud laugh, she pointed at my cock. “I see the beast is unleashed already.” I wedged myself between her knees.

  “There are two beasts, Red. You’re about to meet them both.”

  “Have me. Tonight, I’m yours.”

  Her words were all it took for me to push deep inside her and claim her. The only problem with tonight and her words … I wanted her every day. I wanted her as mine. And I wanted and needed him out of our lives—for good.

  3

  Levi

  Scarlet was all I could think about when I woke. I had been seeing her for three months, and she’d been up front with me—both of us—from the beginning. I held nothing against the good doctor. Well, except for the fact he wasn’t into guys like me. But really, how could I blame Jordan Peters? Scarlet was stunning—A redhead seductress who’d had sex with him last night. Again, the only sad part of the statement was that I was not asked to be a part of it.

  That lucky bastard. Plus, the man was as stunning as she was. But what Scar and I shared was special, too. I had been as forward with her as she had been with me. I loved women. I loved men. She was certainly familiar with this setup because her bosses and best friends had this same relationship. Again, they were some fucking lucky bastards. Although I tried not to think too much about this aspect since the woman in their life was my twin sister. But I’d love to have what they had. Three people, equal partners. But what Arden, Daimen, and Ell had was rare.

  As my mind floated to the good doctor and my redhead seductress, jealousy didn’t fill me. Sure, I’d like to be there. Fuck, I wanted her in that way. And we would get there soon. But shit, I wanted to watch them.

  When we spoke at lunch yesterday about her and the good doctor’s relationship, I listened, curious about the change of subject from the Chicago Cubs, which she knew very little about.

  “Um, Levi.” Her voice had a twinge of nervousness. “I’ve been thinking. I care for you both. You know that, right?” I thought for sure this was a goodbye and the end of what we had built for the past couple of months. Sure, we’d kissed, and I’d fingered her here and there. The minx was certainly a sexual being. But she only continued, “I can’t make a decision. And quite honestly, we never claimed to be exclusive.”

  I grabbed her hand. “Scar, beautiful, you know how I feel about the matter. You know how I feel about the good doctor, though he can’t stand the sight of me. But yes, we aren’t exclusive. So what is this about? Are we breaking up?” I’d always been matter of fact in my questions.

  “No, but I’m going out with Jordan tonight. I think it’s the night that I—”

  Again, my forwardness was apparent. “Fuck him.” I finished her sentence. I knew it was going this way, plus a boner sprouted from this image.

  My mind was racing, and my cock hardened further at the good doctor taking our redhead seductress. My visual at the moment was him nailing her in the ass. I made a note to go home and take care of myself with this image.

  “Wow, now that is a step. But what does that mean for us? I mean, don’t get me wrong, the thought of you and the good doctor together is hot. But I won’t deny I want you. I want my cock to stretch your sweet cunt.” She reddened but not because she was embarrassed. I had gotten her all hot and bothered.

  With a large smile forming on her face, she squeezed my hand tighter. “Yeah, Levi, that’s exactly what I’m saying. I can’t choose, and I don’t want to, but you’re next. The next time we’re together, you can fulfill your deepest desires with me.” And hell, right then, I was hot and bothered and ready to devour her.

  Every vision of how the good doctor could be taking my redhead seductress was all my mind had room for. Were his fingers in her? Did his cock fill her all the way? Was he a kinky bastard, wanting to claim her ass? Would he taste her? And of course, the pièce de résistance was imagining her luscious lips wrapped around his glorious cock.

  My dick thought someone was here to play with him because he was undoubtedly at attention. “Sorry, buddy, it’s just you and me,” I murmured, trying to pull my sorry butt out of bed. But I had so much ammunition to jerk off to. And the good doctor and my redhead seductress were all I needed to get off.

  The brick structure in front of me gave me peace. Even if every time I put on the uniform, I wondered if today would be the day the flames I fought would finally claim me. But it was fleeting, and the beep of my phone drew me out of my morose thoughts.

  A silly ass grin covered my face with a picture of Scar in bed, her red flames of hair fanned out over her pillow.

  Redhead Seductress: Good morning, my fireman! Wanted to send you this little selfie. And to let you know you’re next.

  Well, fuck me sideways. Did she just send me what I think she did?

  Me: Scar, beautiful, is that your freshly fucked self?

  Again, my dick started to wake at the thought that Scarlet was near me. He was not the only one who wanted this. I waited for her response, watching the time—I wasn’t needed for my turnover for a while. In my office now, I had the privacy I needed. Details were what I wanted. Of course, I might have to close the blinds and lock the door for some sort of release.

  Redhead Seductress: Yeah, I knew you’d get off on my picture. I can’t believe you’re okay with this.

  The truth was, I could see myself with Scar in my future. I was not a possessive man, and it could have been because I wanted the good doctor just as much as I wanted Scar. But that was not a consideration—not with the tight-ass doc. And boy, would I like to test the theory of him having a tight ass.

  Me: Yeah, fuck! I’m in my office, and my cock needs some attention.

  Her reply was so quick, I barely had a chance to console my own cock.

  Redhead Seductress: How about tomorrow night? I will give your buddy some attention. Oh, and you, too, of course.

  Um, was that even something I had to answer?

  Me: Beautiful, you better be ready for me. Because I’m all ready for you.

  Redhead Seductress: Then it’s a date. I’m looking forward to it, Lieutenant Hottie.

  Shit, I loved her nickname for me. And fuck, looking at my watch, I had thirty-six hours before I could fill my redhead seductress. It was going to be agony.

  4

  Scarlet

  Could one love two men equally? I often wondered that about Elliot when it
came to Arden and Daimen. I didn’t know if I needed an answer to the question itself because my situation was different. Those men I knew as my brothers were in a unique realm of circumstances than I was in. And shit, the idea of giving up either Jordan or Levi hurt.

  After my texts with my fireman, I sat in a state of almost pity. And I hated pity. It was unnecessary. It would not change my past of being shuffled from home to home or sometimes having drunk foster dads become a little too handsy after they found their way in my bed late at night. I mean, it was par for the course in the system, right?

  But why did it need to be? So many wanted children but they didn’t want me. And I wondered if a man even wanted me. Jefferey and I were exclusive for years, though he’d always claimed marriage was not for him. I had him in my bed, and he’d always argued that should have been enough. But I wanted it all. I wanted the new last name. The last name of Reeves had never done anything for me, not after losing my parents. And as stupid as Jefferey made it seem at the time, I wanted that silly marriage license. I needed a firm commitment and to understand it would not be torn from me again. Not like it was that fateful night my parents had not come home from their date at the age of seven.

  Yeah, to know love and then to be placed in the most loveless system in the world was a hard pill to swallow. I remembered my mom and dad. Katherine, my mother, was a baker. She made baking a ten-tier wedding cake look easy. My dad, Michael, was a disabled veteran. Having been in the Navy, he loved being a sailor. And though we didn’t have much, we had a small boat we’d take out on Lake Michigan as much as possible. Being a sailor was part of his soul, part of his blood. My parents weren’t rich, but we had each other.

  I had my parents to thank for the fire color of my hair. They were both redheads, so I didn’t stand a chance. We were three peas in a pod. But Dad got free tickets to the theater one night, and Mom loved a good play. On their way to the car, they’d been robbed for all they had. They got very little from my parents that night since we lived hand to mouth. But just like Bruce Wayne’s parents in my favorite comic book, my own parents suffered the same doomed luck.

  But I hadn’t had a mansion to continue to live in or an Alfred to help raise me. The neighbor across the way loved me. She was the grandmotherly type and petitioned the court for custody. Funny and fucking ironically enough, they said I wouldn’t be safe in her care. We might have had little, but Miss Maizie, as I called her, would have put me first in everything just as my parents had—certainly unlike every fucker who tried to hurt me within the system.

  No, the law mandated I be placed with a more appropriate couple. I was willing to bet Miss Maizie would never have crawled into bed with me to cop a feel or lock the pantry for three days as myself and the others in the home starved whenever our foster parents were on a binge.

  I attempted to keep my mind away from the past. Wandering through the memories really only caused deep-rooted reminders that never could heal the pain I’d experienced at the hands of those who were supposed to care for me

  But on the worst day of my life, my eighteenth birthday, when my foster mom threw me to the streets because her dead-beat husband groped me one too many times, I ended up cuddled in the corner of a laundromat near the heaters. It happened to be that two very hot men came in late at night when I was again being harassed by a shithead trying to cop a feel.

  The men took me back to their apartment, a one-bedroom they shared with another man. Though I should have been scared shitless these men would rape me or hurt me, I was oddly at peace. Plus, I was out of options.

  All three men gave me the only bedroom, telling me to lock it until I felt comfortable while they took residence in the living room, and I never moved out. They had become my family. To this day, they still were. At one time, Arden and Daimen’s childhood friend was part of my life, too. I loved Spence as a brother until he’d changed into someone I didn’t recognize anymore. He was killed tragically months ago, but I missed who he had been to me once. I mourned the man who I had considered a brother like Arden and Daimen.

  I was deep in my thoughts of these men and the love I had for them when my phone rang. Smiling and pulling my dreaded memories of the past, I answered it with a huge grin covering my face.

  “Hey.” It was Levi. He surprised me since we’d just been texting back and forth.

  “Hey, beautiful.” His voice could cause an earthquake of quivers through my body without any effort on his part. Well, him and the man showering in my bathroom.

  “Hey to you. Thought you were going into your morning turnover,” I asked.

  “Yeah, it was very short this morning. Anyway, I need more details. You know I’m not jealous of Jordan getting your rocking body first. If anything, I was jealous because I wasn’t included in the mix.”

  My cheeks reddened, turning the same color as my hair. “Yeah, I get that, Levi. I don’t think he does, though.” I turned him on; it was as obvious as the nose on my face. It wasn’t a large stretch to admit Jordan did something to Levi, too. And I was okay with it.

  “Ah, at least you could indulge my desire with the good doctor a bit, my redhead seductress.”

  The little bit of his defeat was gone, and he was back to making me laugh again. The man, even when beat, showed a measure of hope. “You are so confident. I didn’t think I had to stroke your ego.”

  “Hmmm,” he began, “there’s actually something else you can stroke, you know.” And just like that, with this man on the phone and the other man I’d also fallen in love with in the bathroom, desire spread like wildfire through my body.

  “You’re so bad,” I replied, but it wasn’t my normal voice. No, it was my bedroom tone, and if anyone knew this, it was the man on the other end. Well, and the good doctor in the shower.

  “You’re turned on, Scar, aren’t you?”

  “Well, yeah, of course I am,” I added.

  “So he’s taking a shower, I betcha, or he’d be pissed by this call. So tell me how glorious his cock was. I bet you it was long and not lean but not as thick as mine.” Levi’s words were fanning flames I wasn’t sure even the fireman in him could put out. “But it’s okay. He can have the length because I have the girth.” A moan escaped my lips. “And I betcha his fingers are skilled, and he knows how to work the clit and G-spot at the same time, right?”

  I was breathless at his words, though I couldn’t answer him. “Well, I did my job, so I’ll let you go. If you give him a blow job, I need more details.” He ended the call promptly, and I was ready to orgasm at his words. Shit, I had no doubt I loved both these men.

  5

  Jordan

  Her phone was in her hands, and she was naked against her black satin sheets, looking like a goddess. A smile covered her face, smattered with her cute freckles. I stood at the door, watching every little move she made. It was as if her enjoyment came from lying naked on her bed, waiting for my return.

  “Red?” I pulled her out of her world. “You look poised and ready for another round.”

  Tossing her phone over to her end table, she stood and walked toward me in her birthday suit, wearing a grin. The girl was born to live in a nudist colony. Her soft curves, the long legs I was born to be between, and her supple ass were just a few physical attributes that had Scarlet Reeves embedded deep in my heart.

  She pulled me with her, crawling back onto the bed. As I climbed between those legs made to wrap around my body, a text on her phone brought me out of my sex coma. It might have taken us a while to get to this point, but if last night was any indication, our physical connection was a lethal combination of lust, pleasure, and desire.

  “Who’ve you been chatting with this early?” A pang of jealousy hit me, and I hoped I was wrong. She’d been up front with me about the fireman—the bane of my existence.

  But with Scar, there was never any remorse or doubt in her own mind over her choices. Her arms wrapped around my neck, bringing me close to her lips. “Oh, it was Levi.”

  Fucki
ng ball busters. I broke the connection of her fingers around my neck when I pulled away from her.

  She propped herself up, sitting against the headboard, and grabbed a sheet to cover her beautiful nakedness. “Shit, Jordan. We covered this last night. I’m not ready to be exclusive, and you knew that. You accepted this.”

  My hands didn’t remain at my sides. My animated gestures were sure to make matters worse, but I had several things on my mind, and I was just about to get started. “Yeah, that’s true. But do you think you could have waited until I was out of your presence before you texted your other guy? I mean, what is this? Why would you tell him? I wouldn’t think he’d want details.” I was the one who wanted to gloat. I had her first—it had to mean something. The second this arrogant ass of a fireman was out of the picture was the day I could call Scarlet Reeves mine and mine alone.

  “You know what, Jordan? You have your whole life to be an asshole, so why don’t you take today off?” Her voice carried the resentment to my previous words and was now as far away from me as she could get. Her movements were just as animated as she grabbed my jeans and threw them at me. When the metal of the belt hit me in the head, she didn’t flinch. “Shit, that was an accident, but I won’t apologize. Maybe it was Karma for being a dick.” Her voice was a little softer, and with the accidental injury, it seemed to have calmed her a bit. “And anyway, you don’t know Levi. You refuse to befriend him. You don’t know how he thinks. His view on life is in complete contrast to yours.”