Page 71 of Tempt Her

His blue eyes bore into me, demanding I decide, and I don’t know the answer.

I’ll always love Ford. He taught me everything. I’m not the first man he was with. He told me there were a couple in the Army. But I’m the first one he’s loved. He confessed it to me the first time he was inside me. And then Mateo joined us. Ford was racked with guilt over it, not able to resist his pull to Mateo as well until I proved it to him, to Mateo too, that I wasn’t jealous. It raged my desire so hard to serve both men, wanting the three of us together. Who wouldn’t?

But now I want Stacey too. I want to hold her before I leave. I want to know she’s waiting for me to come home.If I do.

I want to fight for her.

For all of us.

Ford orders, “You will de—”

“Guys, stop,” Stacey interrupts this time. “I’m not Yoko Ono, breaking up your band or whatever you three play at.”

“Play?” Ford stands up. Tenting his long fingers against the wooden table, he leans her way, smiling. “You think me and my men…play?”

Fuck, it jolts my cock. I love that tone in his voice. That look in his eyes. It’s when his dark side comes out, and my dick immediately reacts.

Ford’s trained me so well. It thrills Mateo too. Mateo likes the fight because it’s equal between him and Ford.

But me and Ford? I know he loves me so much; I win every time.

Ford strides across the open room. His modern house is one long rectangle of wooden floors and steel crossbeams. Stairs wind up to bedrooms and bathrooms on both ends, while the middle of the house is two stories high with a vaulted ceiling. Windows on one side of the house frame the marsh outside, where moss drapes over the oaks on the water’s edge. The space is powerful, like Ford.

He knows our heads are turning, watching him. He knows we’re drawn to him as he claims the living space next. Standing before cognac leather sofas and chairs, he turns our way with his domineering grin.

Damn, I want him.

Before he cooked us a dinner of steak and potatoes, he took a shower after our workout. His dark hair is still damp. A thin white T-shirt clings to his body before he peels it off. Throwing it aside, he keeps my favorite jeans on. They’re ripped like him, revealing how he’s getting hard, and I know he wore them to remind Mateo and me of all we’ve done after he’s dropped those jeans to the floor.

Plopping down in the leather chair opposite Stacey just feet away at the table, Ford spreads his legs and hooks his finger my way.

“Let’s show her how dirty weplay?” His grin reaches his eyes. And my cock. “Shall we?”

Mateo grabs my glance because we’ve talked about this. We knew we needed to tell Stacey when it was just Mateo and me. I think Mateo was waiting until Ford joined us.

But not like this.

Ford’s testing us. He’s testing Stacey.

Not one of us is sure what she’ll do with the truth.

But I trust her. I’m falling in love with her, and I love Ford too. And Mateo. So fuck it.

I stand up and stalk his way. “Nothing will break us, sir,” I assure him. “It’ll only make us stronger.”

Mateo pushes back from the table and joins me. “Stand up,” he says to Ford. He’s not failing this test, either. “She can watch our ritual.”

Mateo looks over his shoulder. We’re standing with our backs to Stacey, and I turn her way too; for a second, my heart fears the look I’ll see on her face.

“Go ahead,” Stacey says with curious eyes and a coy smile as she turns her chair. It scrapes over the wooden floors, confronting Ford’s game.She wants this. “Show me about men and how you play.”

This must be a hot game Ford started with her earlier. Because as I drop to my knees, this isn’t fun. This is desire. This is an urge I’ve never felt surge my cock so damn fast.

Fuck yes, she can watch us. It’ll only get me off more. For her to finally know about me? About Mateo? No woman has ever been okay with this, but she is.

Whatever happens between her and Ford—I wish they’d fuck and get it over with, but Mateo and I won’t choose.

We’ll be with her.

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