Page 44 of A Fighter’s Love

Still he applied tension to her hair, pulling the roots.

“Did we scare you?” he whispered. “Last night?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m glad, because that’s the last thing we want to do.”

“You know your own strength.”

“It’s why we train. So we understand strength and weakness. But the thing is, Jenny. You might be physically smaller than us, but you’re every bit as strong.” He kept hold of her hair with one hand, the other he slid from her throat to her sternum and pressed his palm into the groove between her breasts. “In here, you’re strong, you know that.”

“I want to be.”

“You are. It’s shining from you. Just not many people bother to look.”

“But you have.”

“Yes, me and Dale have, and we adore you for it.” He paused. “Surely you could tell that, last night. Fuck, we both came so hard with you,foryou.”

“It was powerful.”

“And the first of many times we’ll all be together. Get used to being satisfied by two men.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, then as quickly as he’d come up behind her, he stepped away, dropping her hair.

Her heart was pounding and her breaths rapid. She wondered if he might take it further, carry her back to the bedroom for another ravishing.

But as she turned she realized that wasn’t going to happen. Jackson was sat on the sofa, tying up his shoelaces.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to get to the gym. Michael will be after my guts if I don’t put in six hours today. I slept late yesterday and only put in four hours before we came to get you.”

“Of course.”

He paused what he was doing and smiled at her. “Though now I know we’re all spending tomorrow evening together, it doesn’t seem half as bad. A thought like that’ll see me through the sweat and the pain.”

“I’m glad.” She stood. “But while you and Dale are working out, I’ll confess I plan on being utterly lazy today. It’s been one hell of a week and after a late night…”

“Late for all the right reasons.” He stood and reached for her hand. He drew it to his mouth and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow. You want picking up?”

“No, text me Dale’s address, I’ll see you both there.”

“Cool but if you change your mind, let me know. I’m happy to be your chauffer.”

As he wandered from the room she thought what a damn butch chauffer he’d make. More of a bodyguard really. But she didn’t want him running around after her. She was more than capable of using public transport in London. Had done for years. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she’d been independent for all of that time too. Billy had been more of a responsibility than a boyfriend, a thorn in her side if she was being mean about him, an adult child if she were being kind.

She saw Jackson from the apartment then flicked the lock on the door. As she turned she spotted Dale’s jacket on the hallway dresser. He’d forgotten it.

Picking it up, she held it to her nose and inhaled. A smile spread on her face and she fluttered her eyes shut. It held the lingering scent of his aftershave.

After indulging in a few deep breaths she hung it up on the coat stand, next to her own summer jacket, enjoying seeing it there. She’d give it back to him tomorrow, but until then it would remind her of the night before.

Not that she needed much reminding. As she wandered back into the kitchen area and put bread in the toaster, she was aware of her limbs aching and a tenderness between her legs. It was a pleasant, glowing sensation that filled her with a rush of excitement for the future.

“The first of many times we’ll all be together. Get used to being satisfied by two men.”

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