Page 129 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

My pulse quickened as Hawk swung my door open and waited for me to make the next move. This was way more than an offer of bottled water or something to eat. Did I want to accept this challenge of two men in my bed? I couldn’t think of why they’d want me in the first place—I was nothing extraordinary. But the way they looked at me and touched me so gently…reverently…it seemed like more was happening here than just a quick screw on a Friday morning.

I let my gaze roam over each of them and up to their grinning faces. I gasped when I felt a strong, warm hand settle on my lower back right above my ass cheeks.

Body scorching hot, and nearly a puddle of desire on the floor, I stepped inside and opened my door wider. “Please, won’t you come inside?”

Four

Kane

With all of us inside, I closed the door.

Jesse turned and everything in my world clicked together. All our gifted bouquets in every array of color we could find covered every available surface and served as a beautiful backdrop to our one true flower. Jesse.

Her sweet eyes grew wide with innocence and curiosity when I took her hand in mine.

“Thank you for the invitation.”

“Yes, thank you,” Hawk added in a purr I see affecting our girl as if we’d kissed her.

Pretty, plump breasts heaved with her panting breaths and I didn’t think it was due to her run. She was in fabulous shape and could probably run three times the distance without being winded.

I dropped another appreciative glance over her body. How she wasn’t claimed and married by now I had no idea. Every inch of her was sweet perfection. Oh yeah, she’d fit between me and Hawk perfectly.

“I’ll…get some water for us,” she said quietly, the prettiest blush on her cheeks.

I watched her ass sway away. A tight ass, the muscles rounded from her runs. All I could think of was tasting all that sweet flesh. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was a true virgin in every sense of the word. Virgin yes, of that there’s no doubt. But some women have taken men in other ways, leaving themselves pure for the one they marry. Something told me our Jesse didn’t like to play games and once she was in, that was it for her.

If I was right, then Hawk and I would take care of making her first time everything she ever hoped it would be.

On another level, I didn’t know the whys and hows behind it—I was a soldier, not a head doctor—but something was different about our Jesse. I’ve been feeling it since first setting eyes on the little nurse.

Not only was she beautiful and sweet, but she had a no-nonsense exterior. I liked that. Yet the real draw was her eyes. In the burning depths, I saw a hunger that had never been satiated. She had desires tucked away inside her and I hoped to God she let us be the ones to fulfill every single one of them.

Maybe—hopefully—for the rest of our lives.

Our first night in the hospital, Hawk and I had made up our minds to be the ones to show her how a queen should be treated.

Her apartment was small and cozy, with homey objects sitting around—a throw in a bright pink color, another bunch of flowers on the coffee table accompanied by a stack of what looked like a mix of mystery, thriller, and romance novels.

Our girl had layers.

At the door, she had several pairs of shoes lined up neatly—a pair of nurse’s shoes, two pairs of running shoes, and some sexy red stilettos.

Girl’s night?

Hawk eyed the shoes too and we both thought the same. Sexy as fuck and we were both instantly hard as fuck and ready to pound nails.

Jesse returned from the kitchen with three bottled waters.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I’m a little rusty on my hospitality skills obviously. You don’t have to stand at the door. Come in and sit down. Please.”

She offered the waters and we gratefully took the bottles. It was a long run out of our way to swing by her place, but worth all the extra effort.

Hawk took a seat on the comfy sofa and took a long drink, Jesse watching him like a girl on fire.

“Thanks for the water, sweetheart,” I offered with a grin and moved into her where I could feel the heat radiate off her body to touch mine.

She gasped. “Of course. How far did you two run?” She tried for small talk and Hawk and I shared a glance over the top of her head. She was nervous so we let her have a moment to grow accustomed to having us both this close. Last thing we want to do was scare our girl.

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