Page 38 of A Fighter’s Love

Jackson glanced at Dale then back at her. “I want that as well, but…”

“Please don’t saybut.” She freed the buckle and let it hang open, hoping no one would notice the slight tremor in her fingers.

“Fuck, yeah,” Dale said, stepping in close and flicking loose the top button on Jackson’s trousers. “Let’s do this. We’re consenting adults and we’re all hot for each other. No reason to wait.”

Jackson closed his eyes and swallowed.

“It’s okay,” Jenny said, brushing her lips over his. “I’m ready.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, looking at her again. “I don’t wantusto scare you.”

“You won’t. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.” She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt. Her heart was clattering and the quiver in her belly was spreading to her limbs.

“You’re not that big.” He ran his huge hands over her shoulders and then spanned them at her narrow waist. “In fact you’re tiny.”

“So go gentle then. Keep control of your brawn.” She reached for Dale and cupped his cheek. “But let’s stop talking about this and do it.”

Dale chuckled. “They always say to watch out for the quiet ones.”

Jackson laughed too, the tension seeming to leave him. “Yeah, we’ve got ourselves a wild one here, Dale.”

Jenny grinned. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so feminine, so turned-on, so wanted. “Come on, follow me.” She kicked off her heels and led the way through the living area to her bedroom.

She flicked on a standing lamp that spilled a warm, amber light into the room, then pushed aside a few items of clothing she’d left on the bedsheets.

When she turned around, Dale was right behind her. He’d removed his shirt and the muscles on his chest were highlighted by the shadows.

“Come here,” he said. “My turn.” He snapped her close.

“Oh.” She gasped and flattened her palms on his hot, hard chest.

He smiled, a pleased-with-himself, sexy smile that made her feel powerful and desired. He caught her mouth in an intense, breath-stealing kiss and pulled her tighter, running his hands around her shoulders.

Her ass was cupped and squeezed and she was aware of Jackson tucking in at her rear, his lips on the sensitive patch of skin below her left ear.

She locked her knees and clenched her internal muscles. The need for flesh-on-flesh was growing. It had been so long.

The material on her dress loosened. Jackson was running the zip down her back. Cool air washed over her hot skin as it gaped.

Dale released her slightly but continued to kiss her as the material was slipped down her shoulders then fell over her hips to pool at her feet.

Standing in just her lacy bra and knickers, Jenny was aware of her nipples hardening and a dampness between her legs. Like before Dale was making her lose herself in him—his taste, his thick arms, his hot chest, it was like a drug to her.

“Fuck, this is fantasy come true,” Jackson said, running his hands over her hips, her waist and up to her breasts. It was as if he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

“Sure is,” Dale murmured against her lips. He steered her to the bed, then still kissing her, urged her flat onto her back. “Thank the good Lord above I’m bi, would hate to miss out on this.”

“I agree,” she said. The sheets were cool on her burning flesh and she closed her eyes as Dale’s kisses spread over her cheek to her neck.

Jackson was kissing her too, her neck, the curve of her shoulder. He was tugging at her bra—he’d released it without her even noticing.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as she arched her spine and jutted her now naked breasts upward.

Two hot mouths settled over her nipples and sucked.

“Oh, yes…” she moaned, dropping her forearm over her closed eyes. “Like that.”

Four hands roamed her body, exploring, stroking and caressing.

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