Page 43 of A Fighter’s Love

Jenny sighed and flicked on the kettle. After making a mug of tea she cupped it in her hands and stared out of the window at the London skyline. A wonderful sensation of contentment had set up residence in her chest. She hoped, as had been promised, it was a sign of things to come. Not just in the physical sense, but also emotionally. The idea that moving forward she’d have Dale and Jackson in her lifeandher bed was a dream come true.

She thought back to the night before. Being so free and at ease with her body was liberating. She’d never been that way with Billy. But with Dale and Jackson it seemed anything went as long as they were all having fun.

And when the men had kissed…

A small shiver of delight went through her as she remembered their mouths connecting, seeing her arousal on Dale’s lips spreading to Jackson’s. They’d been hot for her, but hot for each other, too. She hoped she’d get to see more of that, much more.

“Morning.”

She turned at the sound of Jackson’s voice. “Hey.” She smiled. “Want a cuppa?”

He shook his head.

“Sorry, I forgot, you don’t drink tea and coffee.”

“Got any milk?”

“Yeah, a full carton in the fridge.” She went to get it.

“It’s okay, I can do it.” He pulled the refrigerator door open. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course, help yourself.” She sat on a straight-backed chair she kept near the window for when she wanted to enjoy the view. “Though tomorrow night I’m in the kitchen.”

“Oh yeah?” He grabbed a glass from a glass-fronted cupboard.

“Yes. Dinner at Dale’s, I’m cooking.”

He grinned. “Sounds great.”

“Anything you don’t like?”

“Only mussels.” He poured milk then drank it all in one go. After rinsing the glass, he wiped his hand over the back of his mouth and walked toward the window. “Though right now I’m loading up on protein.”

“Of course you are. I’ll remember that.”

He came up behind her and scooped her hair into his hands.

The way his fingers stroked over her scalp sent tingles down her neck and spine.

He pulled the thick strands into a ponytail then wrapped it around his fist, his actions jostling her head slightly.

“I love your hair,” he said, against her ear. “So long and soft.”

She said nothing.

“And your neck,” he said, his lips brushing the skin beneath her hairline. “So soft and delicate.”

He tightened his grip on her hair, making her tip her head back and expose her throat.

She closed her eyes, loving the firm hold he had on her. It was possessive, sexy and made her belly and pussy clench.

He kissed the angle of her jaw, his stubble scratching her flesh and leaving a hot trail as he moved his lips to her shoulder.

“Jackson,” she murmured.

He didn’t reply, instead he tugged her head the opposite way and pressed his lips to her other ear.

His breaths were hot and heavy. His bed-warm scent filled her nose and she gripped her mug harder, hoping she wouldn’t drop it.

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