Page 88 of Tempt Her

The word darkens his eyes and sparks my clit. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, but Iwill.” His tongue licks his bottom lip, and he needs to fuck me faster than a knife fight in a phone booth. Where he gets his restraint from, I don’t know because it’s not in his eyes. “But for now,” he taunts, “I gotta see this.”

So I let him.

Grabbing a spoon from the meal bar in the fancy grocery store, I give him a new kind of eyeful of how I pleasure myself in the passenger seat of his truck.

“You crunch them up like this.” A handful of potato chips pulverize in my grasp. “Sprinkle them on top.” They fall like gold flakes over the pristine snowy ice cream. “And then you dive in.”

Plunging my spoon into my shameless red-neck dessert, I shove a mouthful of sweet, salty, creamy goodness into my mouth. Chomping on chips and cream, I smile at Ford sitting in the driver’s seat, looking like he’s watching a strip show.

“You’re hungry enough for that whole pint?”

“Like my belly thinks my throat’s been cut.”

He laughs again, and it’s my favorite thing to do with him.

With Luke, I like dancing. That man has rhythm and hip-hop playlists that shake my ass. I love it when he grinds up on me, but lately, we don’t fuck, per Ford’s orders, but it can’t keep Luke’s dick from getting hard when he grabs my hips as I dance right back on him.

Mateo and I like to read together. He’ll take a break and pull me into his lap. I’ll lie back against his chest with one of my romance books while he reads philosophy that makes your brain sweat. The way he explains it to me, though, I adore it. He should be a professor.

But Ford? It’s his laugh I crave. Because fifty-nine minutes out of every sixty, he looks about ten seconds from tanning your hide.

And I wish he would.

Smack my ass while I’m bent over for him.

Because his laugh is the sexiest thing about him, and that’s saying a lot because all three men have more sex appeal than you can shake a stick at.

“Where do you get these sayings?” He’s still grinning.

“My dad,” I answer with my mouth full. “He had a way with words, like the Poet Laureate of the Backwoods. He’s full of sayings.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “How’s he doing?”

“Not good. He has moments when he’s okay, but more and more; he’s not there. It feels like he’s leaving me behind on a flat road of ten lonely miles, and I have to watch him slowly turn into a speck on the horizon until he disappears.”

He nods, adding, “I just had a prefab house delivered to my land. It’s wheelchair accessible with a special bathroom and ramp and all. It’s got an extra bedroom and bathroom for a live-in nurse.” The blue in his eyes changes. “All I’m waiting for is the electricity and plumbing to be hooked up to it.”

Shock stopped me from eating back at “prefab house.”

“Ford, I can’t let you do that. It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not. I was serious. I want to help you with your dad. And later, we’ll need it for Mateo’s parents, Luke’s mom, or….”

He stops.

At the tears brimming in my eyes? I’m not sure.

I knew under his stormy exterior was a deep ocean of care he was hiding, and now I can see it. It’s sparkling and clear. I shock myself at how he pulls me to dive in with him.

“I’m going to have my own money soon.” Still, I’m too proud. “I appreciate it. So much. You have no idea how thankful I am, but I can’t accept it. I can’t be dependent upon another man.”

“I get it. Just know it’s there. The offer stands for as long as we do.”

I’ve been so overwhelmed getting out of my present that I rarely think about the future. But now I want to know. “How long do you see us…standing?”

His eyebrow shoots up. “All four of us?”

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