Page 71 of A Fighter’s Love

“He’s got a bloody nerve,” Dale said, his brow creasing. “If I’d known that—”

“And can I just say…” Jenny let a smile tug at her lips. “Thank you for the flowers. They’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Ah, they arrived.” Jackson grinned.

Dale’s frown softened. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Very much so. I think you surprised everyone. I don’t usually get deliveries. In fact I never have before.”

“As I’ve already said,” Jackson chuckled. “Get used to being spoiled, babe.”

“I like the idea of that.” She pushed the last slice of pizza away, her stomach full, and reached for a bottle of beer. After taking a glug she nodded to her right. “Mind if I take a shower, I didn’t have time earlier.”

The two men glanced at each other.

“Go ahead,” Dale said.

“You locking the door?” Jackson asked.

“I guess you’ll have to try the handle and find out.” She sipped her beer again then set it aside.

As she walked from the room, she sashayed her hips, just a little, knowing damn well they’d be watching her ass.

She also knew damn well they’d come and see whether or not the shower room door was locked.

Humming a tune from a show she’d seen ages ago, she flicked on the water then began to strip off her clothes. She folded them neatly over the radiator, which was turned off, and glanced at the door—which she’d left ajar.

After testing the temperature she stepped into the plus sized cubicle. Like everything in Dale’s house it was expensive and luxurious. There were several showerheads on the ceiling and more on the walls. Soon she was cocooned in warmth, her hair wet and steam swirling around her.

All she needed now were her men.

Chapter Seventeen

Within minutes Jenny was aware of Dale and Jackson in the room. She smiled as she held her face to the flow and smoothed her wet hair over her head.

“Hey, want company?” Jackson asked, slipping his hands around her waist from behind. He pressed in close, his erection wedging against her back.

“Always,” she said.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this.” Dale caught her face in his hands and set his lips over hers in a firm kiss.

Jackson set to work nibbling her ear.

She reached behind herself and held Jackson’s head as she kissed Dale back. Her body was crying out for them. Here in this shower, the rest of the world faded and now there was only them.

She moaned as Dale slipped his hand lower and cupped her breast. He tweaked her nipple, catching it between his thumb and finger.

Jackson caressed her other breast, lightly twisting her nipple.

“Oh, I want you, both of you,” she said, pulling away as a tug of need dragged at her pussy.

“You’ve got us,” Dale said.

“Well and truly,” Jackson added. He released her and stepped to her right.

He was beyond beautiful with his skin all shiny and wet. His tattoos seemed extra dark against the white tiles and she reached out and touched the point they ended on the round of his shoulder.

He smiled as he cupped her nape.

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