Page 103 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“There’s a flyswatter in the laundry room,” Lucas said, spread out on the bed next to us.

“I’m too happy to move,” Shay replied.

“Same,” I replied.

Lucas groaned, then rolled out of bed. His nude form left the bedroom, returning a few seconds later with a flyswatter.

“I like looking at your cute butt,” I said.

Lucas gave it a little shake, then opened the blinds. “I don’t see anything.”

“Keep looking,” I said, suppressing a giggle.

Lucas glared playfully over his shoulder. “You haven’t looked at enough nude male bodies tonight?”

“Nope!” I replied cheerfully. “Keep looking.”

“What are we looking for?” Jordan said, emerging from the bathroom without a stitch of clothing.

“Hopefully, your pants,” Shay muttered.

Jordan scoffed. “Lucas is butt-ass naked and nobody is complaining about that.”

“Yes.Nobodyis complaining,” I agreed. “So there’s no reason to put your clothes on.”

Jordan shifted his hands to cover his junk. “What if I’m chilly?”

“Then come warm up with me!” I said.

“Okay!” Jordan took two steps toward the bed, then leaped forward. Shay and I yelped as his weight caused the entire bed to rock and bounce.

“One downside to sharing a woman,” Shay noted. “My post-sex cuddling is not nearly as peaceful as I want.”

“Stop complaining,” I said, caressing his leg underneath the blanket. “I, for one, love having three men to cuddle with after. It’s probably my favorite part.”

Jordan leaned over and kissed my shoulder. “That’syour favorite part of all this?”

I bit my lip. “Okay. Maybe it’s mysecondfavorite part.”

“I’m her favorite,” Jordan announced.

“That’s not what I said!”

“You didn’t need to say it. Your eyes told me.”

“Nobody is my favorite,” I insisted.

Jordan curled up against me, wrapping an arm across my chest possessively. “But if you had to rank us, I would be above Shay, right? I’m teaching Bran how to play baseball.”

Shay grunted. “I’m trying to get Bran into a prestigious private school.”

“Trying. Call me when you get actual results.”

“There’s no ranking!” I insisted. “You’re all tied for first.”

“And if there’s a tiebreaker, it probably goes to the guy she has a child with,” Lucas casually said while focusing on the window.

Jordan sighed happily. “Are you trying to flash everyone looking through that glass, buddy?”

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