Page 37 of A Fighter’s Love

“No thanks needed,” Jackson said, glancing at the numbers as they rolled up. “And for the record, get used to being taken out on dates and being spoiled. It’s the way it’ll be from now on.” He paused and looked at her. “Now Billy is out of the picture.”

“And we’re in it,” Dale said. He stepped closer and touched his lips, very lightly, to her right cheek.

A shiver of desire went through her. The patch of skin on her face heated and tingled. These two men were in her life now, and the sooner she started reaping the sexy benefits the better.

Though she was glad of the mellow alcohol buzz she had going on. It gave her a little Dutch courage, something she was sure she’d need if things heated up between all three of them.

They reached her level and she led the way to her apartment. Dale released her hand so she could delve into her purse for her key. While she did so, he slipped his jacket off and rested it over his arm.

Every nerve over her skin prickled, even on her scalp, as she stepped into the apartment with both men close behind her. “I’ll put the kettle on,” she said, dropping her purse onto the dresser in the hallway.

“Jenny.” Jackson stepped up close, backing her against the wall. “You should know something about me.”

She swallowed as her shoulders hit the cool paintwork and she looked up into his dark eyes.

Dale shut the door, locking them into the small room. He placed his jacket next to her purse.

“What’s that?” she managed.

Jackson hesitated for a moment, then, “I don’t drink coffee, or tea.”

“You don’t?”

He shook his head and a hint of a smile crossed his lips. “I’m sorry if I’ve deceived you.”

“I think I can live with that.”

He lowered his head and curled his hand around the back of her neck.

She held her breath as his lips came nearer to hers. She felt dwarfed by him, cocooned in his strength.

“But I would like something,” he murmured, his breath warm on her face.

“What’s that?” Anything, he could have anything from her, at this moment in time.

“A kiss. Seems only fair since Dale’s already had one.”

“I think…” She paused. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Good.” He dipped lower and his soft lips pressed over hers. His stubbled chin scratched her flesh as he angled his head and peeked his tongue into her mouth.

She held in a whimper of longing and gripped the front of his shirt.

He tightened his fingers on the back of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

Jenny lost herself to him. The man was an expert kisser, just the right amount of passion and tenderness. She hung on and let him take the lead, loving every second of it.

“Fuck, you two are hot together,” Dale said.

Jackson broke the kiss but continued to hold her close. “I’m glad you think so, Dale,” he said without shifting eye contact with Jenny. “Because whenever I think of you and Jenny together I get hard.”

“We didn’t do nearly enough.” A sexy grin crossed Dale’s face.

“Then perhaps we should remedy that,” Jenny said. “And take this into the bedroom.” She was high on lust. It was as intoxicating as the wine. She wasn’t completely sure what she was suggesting or how it would work. But if it meant satisfying the longing that raged in her like a furnace, then she’d go with it.

“What happened to taking it slow?” Jackson slipped his hand from her nape to her cheek and cupped it in his palm.

“I’ve known you guys for a long time. Admired you for all of that time, too,” she said. “And my relationship with Billy has been crap for years.” She pulled in a breath and pushed down her shoulders. “So I’m not convinced on this whole taking it slow thing, at least not tonight and how I feel right now.” She ran her hands down Jackson’s chest to his taut belly then settled her fingertips on the buckle of his belt. “I want you, both of you. Now.”

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