Page 158 of Tempt Her

“Baby,” Mateo murmurs over my ear, “do youreallyneed some dick this morning?”

He always wants to please me, and I will die doing the same for him.

“Our woman needs dick daily.” Ford chuckles before he snaps, biting at my finger as I yank it away, giggling.

“I’m just playing, y’all.” I shake Ford’s chin. “We got bigger plans today.”

Luke dawns over Ford’s shoulder. Beaming down on me, he says, “Fuck yes, the day’s finally here. And fuck yes, I’m hereforit.”

Mateo chuckles. “Gentry Evans is gonna shit his fucking pants when he sees us walk into the prison with you.”

Even Ford’s laughing. “Damn, did we ever fix his houseandhis wife.”

“Ex-wife,” I correct.

“I’m wearing my coveralls.” Luke sits up. “What are y’all wearing?”

“Luke,” I scold, “youcannotwalk into a federal prison wearing white painter’s coveralls with ‘Stacey’s cock number one of three’ painted in red on the bib.”

Luke laughs. “Shit, you saw that?”

“Yes, I saw your little craft project yesterday. As much as it’s true, and I love it, we’ll get turned away at the gate.”

Mateo’s laughing so hard it shakes the bed.

Luke protests, “Well, we gotta make a statement. We gotta burn an image into his mind.”

“Don’t worry.” Ford wedges himself up on the pillow. “The video I edited of our fucks will blowtorch his brain.”

Mateo chuckles. “The audio’s even hotter.”

I linger my fingertip down Ford’s trail, joking with Mateo, “Who knew your Daddy kink could be such sweet revenge?”

“This Dom did.” Ford kisses the top of my head, swearing through my strands, “And if that fucker says shit today to you, I’ll kill him and take his place in prison.”

“The fuck you will,” Mateo jabs. “You’re going to the cardiologist next week, not fucking prison.”

Ford gets quiet at that truth. We all do.

We’re relieved he’s on the top of the transplant list now. But we’re all worried because it’s a risky procedure.

I snuggle into Ford’s chest because we have no choice. This is the only chance he has at more years like this, with us laughing in bed and planning our day.

It silences Mateo too. Wrapping around me tighter, they trap me between their hot bodies, making me sweat like I’m in a sauna, and I melt for my men.

I’m so content, smiling up at Luke, who’s grinning at the sight of us. Until… I smell it.

“Ewwwww.” I squinch my nose. “Who didthat?”

“Luke,” Mateo mutters into my hair. “It’salwaysLuke.”

“What?” Luke starts laughing. “All I smell is roses.”

“Oh, my god.” I bury my nose in Ford’s chest, seeking an escape. “What crawled up your butt and died?”

“Ford’s chili.” Luke’s too damn delighted.

“Baby,” Ford’s laughing too, “you’re forever with three men. You better get used to it.”

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