Page 89 of Tempt Her

“Yeah.”

“Don’t know.” His tone falls flat. “I live a day at a time.”

“You don’t believe in dreams of a future and promises of forever?”

Because I do, as long as there’s love.

“I believe in promises. If I make one, yeah, I keep it forever.”

“Like the one you made with Luke and Mateo?”

“Yeah.”

“Like y’all are married?”

It touches me how committed they are. You would never guess it seeing all three hulking men standing together, but stereotypes are for dumbasses.

He glances away; I pressed a bruise on his heart. “What?” I’m curious. “Were you married before?”

He keeps staring out of the window. “I never got to live that life. I was away too much. Couldn’t make it work even if I wanted to.”

Why am I digging? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I see a crack in his armor, and I want in. “Do you want it to work now?”

When he turns to me, a new shade of blue casts over his eyes. “Do you?”

And I should be scared of his question. He seems to be. I’m not even out of one horrific marriage, but it’s in his eyes. He’s asking for all three of them, and I don’t blame him. They have a special love, and he wants to protect it. He needs to know if I’m committed.

“Yes,” I answer. Our eyes collide, and I can see it.Can he?

There’s a peace you feel when you can imagine your old, wrinkled hand, spotted with age and holding tight to another. It’s a love you earn, and I know we can do it. I see my hands held by three others. The vision feels so right.

“Yeah,” I tell him again, “I want to make it work.” I step to the ledge. “Do you?”

He takes forever to answer me, leaving my next breaths vulnerable. Hanging there. Wincing and wanting. Which way will he go? Dickhead or devotion?

“Yeah.” Like a net, he pulls me into him. “I see a future.”

It has me crawling across Ford’s fancy monster truck and straddling him in the driver’s seat. Without a word, I share my sweet, salty kiss with him. It’s full of gratitude and everything else I want him to feel for me too.

He had a place built for my dad.

Customers dot the parking lot on a busy Saturday afternoon. Anyone can be watching me—Senator Gentry Evans’s wife—kissing another man in a truck in the parking lot of a grocery store.

But they can’t see the love blooming in my heart. They can’t see how I suddenly need this man. I want the life all four of us can have together. And the way Ford kisses me back, grabbing me as he groans into my mouth, he wants it too. I’m grinding on his hard need, and the only things keeping us apart are his stubbornness and pants because I stopped wearing panties months ago.

His hands glide up my bare thighs, under my short dress, before they grab my ass. “Fuck,” he rasps over our mouths. “Fuck, you’re naked under this dress.”

“Naked and so wet for you.” I brush over his whiskers. “Fuck me right now; I don’t care who sees us.”

I rub my bare pussy over his pants, and I’ve got him so close because I’m so close too. Ford went from an asshole to the most generous man, and I’m desperate to let him inside.

“We can’t.” He groans, looking down at my lust smearing over his covered hard-on. “Fuck, I want to, but we can’t.”

“Yes, we can.” I unzip his pants. “You can slide that big cock of yours into my pussy that’s so damn wet for you, Ford Alexander. Quit making us wait.”

He grunts, letting me free his cock, pressing his fat tip against my pulsing entrance, but he grabs my wrist. “Not without my men.”

“But we do it withoutyou.”