Page 42 of A Fighter’s Love

Jenny spent the night cocooned between two hot, hard men and couldn’t remember ever sleeping so well. When she awoke the sun was shining through the curtains.

Dale was moving about the room, apparently collecting his clothes.

“You going somewhere?” Jenny whispered so as not to disturb Jackson.

He stopped what he was doing and came over to her. He cupped her cheek and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Not out of choice. I have an appointment with clients. A couple who want a loft conversion and can’t meet up with me in the week because of work commitments. Stupidly I said I could accommodate a weekend consultation.” He paused and rolled his eyes. “Had I known I’d be in bed with you and Jackson I would never have done it. But I have a reputation to consider so cancelling is uncool, and besides, it’s a big job, will mean a lot of work and cash for the business.”

“I understand.” She watched as he pulled on his boxers then trousers. First thing in the morning, he looked as good as he had the night before. She recalled him masturbating on her and her cheeks heated.

She glanced at Jackson. He was asleep on his back, his lips slightly parted.

“He’ll sleep till lunchtime if you let him,” Dale said in a hushed voice. “When he’s training hard, for something big like this match with Grinder, he always does.”

She nodded and pushed back the covers. As she stood, naked, she enjoyed the appreciative lingering gaze Dale gave her body.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Will I see you later?” she asked, reaching for a black satin robe she kept hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

“Gotta train.” He nodded at Jackson. “Him too. It’s the last push before Friday. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I understand. It’s not like I haven’t been around boxers for years.”

He pulled his shirt on. “When the match is over, it’ll be different.”

“Till the next one.” She grinned. “But that’s fine by me. I like having two sexy fighters to call my own.” As she’d said it her heart lurched. Was it a step too far to say they were hers? Had she overtaken reality with her fantasy?

Dale fastened the buttons on his shirt, then stepped up to her. “Weareyours, and each other’s. Last night we weren’t messing about, we want you for the long haul, Jenny. We feel you complete us, fill in a blank space.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I hope you feel the same.”

She nodded. “Yes. I do. But…”

He frowned.

“But I never thought I’d be this lucky.”

“It’s not luck, it’s fate.” He grinned and finished doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Fate brought us together and I for one am hoping that’s it, now we’ve found each other we can relax, stop searching and start playing.”

“Like in bed, last night. Is that playing?”

“That and more.” He winked. “But sadly I do have to go, so that’ll all have to wait until tomorrow.” He headed out of the bedroom carrying his shoes.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, come round to my place in the evening. We’ll have takeout, cuddle on the sofa.”

“With Jackson?”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course with Jackson.”

“Sounds like a plan. But not takeout. I’ll cook.”

“You will?”

“Yes, I like to cook, even more so when I have someone to prepare meals for.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re the best, you know that.”

After sweeping his lips over hers, he left the apartment.

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