Page 159 of Tempt Her

“Hell no.” I’m not listening; I’m seeking shelter in Ford’s armpit. It smells like his sexy, woodsy deodorant, and it’s heaven compared to the hell fogging the bed.

“What are you doing?” Ford fucking giggles, I swear.

“You smell good.” His soft hair muffles my whine. “Save me, Ford. Save me.”

Ford keeps laughing and squirming. “You’ve got your fucking nose in my pit.”

Inhaling his yummy scent mixed with his barely-there man musk, it only turns me on as I murmur, “You stick your dick in my ass, so let me stick my nose in your pit.”

Mateo lifts, watching the drama. “Damn, he’s ticklish.”

“Fuck yes, I’m ticklish.” Ford keeps squirming away, but my nose keeps chasing him across the pillow. “Never has a woman wanted my armpit.”

“Oh,” Mateo huffs. “So anothermanhas?”

“Let her, Dude,” Luke advises. “I had aBIGbowl of chili, so there’s more perfume where that came from.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Mateo throws his pillow, bopping Luke in his grinning face. “This ain’t boot camp. Hold it in.”

Luke whines, “But I’ll explode. I gotta be free.”

Mateo warns, half laughing, “I’m gonna be free to plant my boot in your ass if you don’t stop.”

“Boot in my ass?” Luke chirps. “Now we’re talking.”

“Baby.” But Ford’s still laughing. “Baby, are you gonna camp in my armpit all day?”

“Yes,” I mumble. “I like it here. It’s soft and warm and yummy.”

My whole life is.

I love every crazy day we share in the sex shop. I crave our naughty nights and our easy ones, too, of reading in bed. I love the simple evenings of Mateo cooking on the grill, Ford whipping up a healthy salad for us, and me sitting on Luke’s lap on the riding lawnmower while we zoom across the yard.

I cherish the serious moments too when we held hands, me with Luke and Ford with Mateo, while the cardiologist told us what to expect with Ford’s surgery. Or when Mateo held my shoulder and passed me a tissue as I signed divorce papers. I was crying happy tears because I was finally free, and Ford held the phone for a FaceTime call so that Luke could share the moment with us too.

I never knew happiness could feel so simple and powerful at the same time.

Especially as Ford wraps around me this morning, pinning me on my back as he gazes down at me with a sexy smile. “I know something better that’s soft and warm and yummy.” He wedges his knee between my thighs, spreading them open.

Mateo leans over, kissing my neck, adding, “And wet too.”

Ford kisses my cleavage, brushing his lips over our tattoo before his mouth takes my nipple into the sweetest suck. My back arches, my sigh escaping while Luke crawls toward us on the bed.

I moan, seeing his cute approach. “Are you gonna behave so you can join us?”

Mateo’s sucking my other nipple, his fingertips starting to thrill my eager pussy opening for them.

“Yes, ma’am.” Luke leans over, kissing my lips before he teases, “But I think you need to punish me with that pretty pussy to teach me a lesson.”

And my three men give me the perfect beginning to the perfect day.

CHAPTERFORTY

Ialways found it amusing how the fountain in front of the snobby country club on Hilton Head has a big pineapple shooting water from the top.

Half of these uptight, judgmental people have no idea pineapples are a sign for swingers.

The other half damn well knows it, but they’re hypocrites. They hide their deeds and desires.

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