A Fighter's Love

by Lily Harlem

  “Are you sure, Jenny?” Dale asked, leaning forward and curling his hand over the passenger seat.

  “It’s just coffee,” she said with a nervous giggle. “Or tea if you’d prefer.”

  “Coffee is good,” Jackson said. “Where can I park?”

  “Over there in the designated spaces.”

  He didn’t speak, just drove forward, drew the car to a halt and killed the engine.

  For a moment they were all quiet. Jenny was hyperaware of her breathing, of the scent of the men in the car with her—spiced aftershave, wine and something she couldn’t name. Was it desire, lust, passion? She wasn’t sure.

  Dale opened his door and stepped out. Once again he held out his hand and tugged Jenny to standing.

  His warm skin radiated onto hers and his jacket brushed her arm. He smiled and kept hold of her hand.

  Jackson came up behind her and they walked to the entrance of her building. Even though it was dark and late she wondered what any of her neighbors, who might be watching, would think of her bringing not one but two men back to her home.

  For so long she’d been alone. Billy had rarely been to her place and certainly not in the last six months, yet here she was with a couple of muscly hunks who seemed to flank her as if protecting her from the world.

  She keyed in the code to open the door, then led the men to the elevator.

  “That was a great meal,” Dale said as they rode upward.

  “Yeah, but the company was better.” Jackson winked at Jenny.

  “I can’t remember when I last had an evening meal out,” Jenny said, enjoying the way Dale’s thumb was gently stroking the back of her hand. “So thank you both. I feel thoroughly spoiled.”

  “No thanks needed,” Jackson said, glancing at the numbers as they rolled up. “And for the record, get used to being taken out on dates and being spoiled. It’s the way it’ll be from now on.” He paused and looked at her. “Now Billy is out of the picture.”

  “And we’re in it,” Dale said. He stepped closer and touched his lips, very lightly, to her right cheek.

  A shiver of desire went through her. The patch of skin on her face heated and tingled. These two men were in her life now, and the sooner she started reaping the sexy benefits the better.

  Though she was glad of the mellow alcohol buzz she had going on. It gave her a little Dutch courage, something she was sure she’d need if things heated up between all three of them.

  They reached her level and she led the way to her apartment. Dale released her hand so she could delve into her purse for her key. While she did so, he slipped his jacket off and rested it over his arm.

  Every nerve over her skin prickled, even on her scalp, as she stepped into the apartment with both men close behind her. “I’ll put the kettle on,” she said, dropping her purse onto the dresser in the hallway.

  “Jenny.” Jackson stepped up close, backing her against the wall. “You should know something about me.”

  She swallowed as her shoulders hit the cool paintwork and she looked up into his dark eyes.

  Dale shut the door, locking them into the small room. He placed his jacket next to her purse.

  “What’s that?” she managed.

  Jackson hesitated for a moment, then, “I don’t drink coffee, or tea.”

  “You don’t?”

  He shook his head and a hint of a smile crossed his lips. “I’m sorry if I’ve deceived you.”

  “I think I can live with that.”

  He lowered his head and curled his hand around the back of her neck.

  She held her breath as his lips came nearer to hers. She felt dwarfed by him, cocooned in his strength.

  “But I would like something,” he murmured, his breath warm on her face.

  “What’s that?” Anything, he could have anything from her, at this moment in time.

  “A kiss. Seems only fair since Dale’s already had one.”

  “I think…” She paused. “I think that can be arranged.”

  “Good.” He dipped lower and his soft lips pressed over hers. His stubbled chin scratched her flesh as he angled his head and peeked his tongue into her mouth.

  She held in a whimper of longing and gripped the front of his shirt.

  He tightened his fingers on the back of her head, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

  Jenny lost herself to him. The man was an expert kisser, just the right amount of passion and tenderness. She hung on and let him take the lead, loving every second of it.

  “Fuck, you two are hot together,” Dale said.

  Jackson broke the kiss but continued to hold her close. “I’m glad you think so, Dale,” he said without shifting eye contact with Jenny. “Because whenever I think of you and Jenny together I get hard.”

  “We didn’t do nearly enough.” A sexy grin crossed Dale’s face.

  “Then perhaps we should remedy that,” Jenny said. “And take this into the bedroom.” She was high on lust. It was as intoxicating as the wine. She wasn’t completely sure what she was suggesting or how it would work. But if it meant satisfying the longing that raged in her like a furnace, then she’d go with it.

  “What happened to taking it slow?” Jackson slipped his hand from her nape to her cheek and cupped it in his palm.

  “I’ve known you guys for a long time. Admired you for all of that time, too,” she said. “And my relationship with Billy has been crap for years.” She pulled in a breath and pushed down her shoulders. “So I’m not convinced on this whole taking it slow thing, at least not tonight and how I feel right now.” She ran her hands down Jackson’s chest to his taut belly then settled her fingertips on the buckle of his belt. “I want you, both of you. Now.”

  Jackson glanced at Dale then back at her. “I want that as well, but…”

  “Please don’t say but.” She freed the buckle and let it hang open, hoping no one would notice the slight tremor in her fingers.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Dale said, stepping in close and flicking loose the top button on Jackson’s trousers. “Let’s do this. We’re consenting adults and we’re all hot for each other. No reason to wait.”

  Jackson closed his eyes and swallowed.

  “It’s okay,” Jenny said, brushing her lips over his. “I’m ready.”

  “I don’t want to scare you,” he said, looking at her again. “I don’t want us to scare you.”

  “You won’t. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.” She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt. Her heart was clattering and the quiver in her belly was spreading to her limbs.

  “You’re not that big.” He ran his huge hands over her shoulders and then spanned them at her narrow waist. “In fact you’re tiny.”

  “So go gentle then. Keep control of your brawn.” She reached for Dale and cupped his cheek. “But let’s stop talking about this and do it.”

  Dale chuckled. “They always say to watch out for the quiet ones.”

  Jackson laughed too, the tension seeming to leave him. “Yeah, we’ve got ourselves a wild one here, Dale.”

  Jenny grinned. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so feminine, so turned-on, so wanted. “Come on, follow me.” She kicked off her heels and led the way through the living area to her bedroom.

  She flicked on a standing lamp that spilled a warm, amber light into the room, then pushed aside a few items of clothing she’d left on the bedsheets.

  When she turned around, Dale was right behind her. He’d removed his shirt and the muscles on his chest were highlighted by the shadows.

  “Come here,” he said. “My turn.” He snapped her close.

  “Oh.” She gasped and flattened her palms on his hot, hard chest.

  He smiled, a pleased-with-himself, sexy smile that made her feel powerful and desired. He caught her mouth in an intense, breath-stealing kiss and pulled her tighter, running his hands around her shoulders.

  Her ass was cupped and squeezed and she was aware of Jackson tucking in at her rear, his
lips on the sensitive patch of skin below her left ear.

  She locked her knees and clenched her internal muscles. The need for flesh-on-flesh was growing. It had been so long.

  The material on her dress loosened. Jackson was running the zip down her back. Cool air washed over her hot skin as it gaped.

  Dale released her slightly but continued to kiss her as the material was slipped down her shoulders then fell over her hips to pool at her feet.

  Standing in just her lacy bra and knickers, Jenny was aware of her nipples hardening and a dampness between her legs. Like before Dale was making her lose herself in him—his taste, his thick arms, his hot chest, it was like a drug to her.

  “Fuck, this is fantasy come true,” Jackson said, running his hands over her hips, her waist and up to her breasts. It was as if he wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

  “Sure is,” Dale murmured against her lips. He steered her to the bed, then still kissing her, urged her flat onto her back. “Thank the good Lord above I’m bi, would hate to miss out on this.”

  “I agree,” she said. The sheets were cool on her burning flesh and she closed her eyes as Dale’s kisses spread over her cheek to her neck.

  Jackson was kissing her too, her neck, the curve of her shoulder. He was tugging at her bra—he’d released it without her even noticing.

  She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as she arched her spine and jutted her now naked breasts upward.

  Two hot mouths settled over her nipples and sucked.

  “Oh, yes…” she moaned, dropping her forearm over her closed eyes. “Like that.”

  Four hands roamed her body, exploring, stroking and caressing.

  After a few minutes she reached for Jackson’s shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers.

  She’d only undone one button when he stretched over his shoulder, fisted the material and dragged it off. He moved upward and connected his chest to hers, finding her mouth at the same time.

  She slotted her fingers into his hair and probed her tongue into his mouth.

  A groan rumbled up from his chest and he pressed his groin against her right hip. He was hard, and through his trousers there was no denying he was at least as big as Dale.

  Dale moved down the bed, trailing kisses over her belly, against her navel and then to the juncture of her thighs. He set his mouth in a heated kiss over her mound as he pushed her legs apart.

  Jenny pulled in a sharp intake of breath. It had been so long since she’d been kissed there, and even over her underwear it sent a delicious shiver of longing through her.

  “These need to go,” Dale said, tugging at the waistband of her small pair of knickers. “Now.”

  “Yeah, I need to get naked too,” Jackson said, moving away and shoving at his trousers.

  Jenny lifted her hips as Dale dragged at her underwear. In her peripheral vision she could see Jackson’s cock springing free and tapping against his abdomen. Thick and dark, it rose from a shock of black wiry hair.

  But she didn’t have time to study it, because as Dale flung her knickers across the room, Jackson was back over her, kissing her, his body in alignment with the side of hers.

  “Open up, honey,” Dale said, pushing at her inner thighs again. “Let me taste you.”

  “Oh God,” Jenny murmured.

  Jackson smiled. “He’s good with his mouth.”

  “I’m sure he is.” Jenny glanced downward.

  Dale had slotted himself between her legs, his face hovering over her spread pussy. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he said, then licked through her delicate folds.

  She tensed and curled her toes.

  Jackson resumed kissing her and she clung to him, her hands balled into fists.

  Dale wasn’t wasting time. He was busy with his mouth and his fingers. Circling her clit with his tongue and probing her entrance.

  She bucked her hips, wanting more, and groaned. It wouldn’t be long before an orgasm claimed her.

  Jackson fondled her breasts, his lips sealed over hers.

  Her belly tightened. Dale pushed into her, two fingers she guessed, and she clamped around them.

  The pressure was building. She needed to release it.

  Her whole body stiffened. An intense climax was hurtling toward her. She was going to come with Dale’s mouth on her. She closed her eyes and stilled, let the wonderful sensations blast through her body before allowing herself to tip over the edge.

  Dale stayed with her as her pussy convulsed.

  She cried out, the sound spilling into Jackson’s mouth.

  He lifted up and cupped her cheek, stared into her eyes. “That’s it, babe, come, come hard.”

  “Ah, yeah…fuck…” she managed, as a full body shake wreaked havoc with her limbs and spine. “That’s it.”

  Suddenly it became too much, Dale’s tongue working her pulsing clitoris now an almost painful stimulation.

  She scooted up the bed a few inches, forcing him to release her.

  “Jeez,” he said, looking up, his mouth shiny with her moisture. “That was incredible, Jenny.”

  “Tell me…about it.” She was struggling to catch her breath.

  Dale lifted then smoothed up her body. But instead of kissing Jenny, he caught Jackson’s cheek in his hand and turned him to face him. “You should sample her flavor,” he said. He kissed Jackson—a deep, profound, intimate kiss.

  Sample my flavor.

  Jenny watched, fascinated. She’d never seen two men kiss like that before. It was so sexy. They were so hot together. She saw a peek of tongue, she wasn’t sure whose, and their stubbled chins brushed together. Catching her nipples between her fingers, she tugged and tweaked and enjoyed the show.

  Eventually they broke apart.

  Jackson’s eyes sparkled as he licked his lips. “Yeah, she tastes great.” He looked down at Jenny. “Everything about you is sweet and perfect.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” She pressed her legs together as a lingering tremor rumbled through her pussy.

  “Oh no,” Jackson said, sliding his hand between her thighs. “Keep them spread.” He bit on his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. “’Cause I wanna make you come again, this time with my cock.”

  “Oh fuck, yeah.” Dale sat back so he was kneeling at Jenny’s side. He began to fiddle with his trousers. “And I’ll watch.”

  Jenny swallowed. The reality of Jackson’s big cock pushing into her was here.

  “Can I?” he said, his voice low. “Fuck you, that is?”

  “Yes.” She nodded quickly. “I want that.”

  “Good, because it’s what we all want,” Dale said, watching her cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. “To be a threesome.”

  “Yes, a threesome,” Jackson agreed.

  Menage a trois.

  It was what she’d wanted. What she’d dreamed of and now she’d signed up for it. There was no going back. She didn’t want to. “Have you got a condom?” she asked.

  Jackson grinned. “Yeah, right here.” He reached for his trousers and delved for his wallet. He flipped it open then pulled out a red wrapped Durex. With deft movements he opened it and rolled it on.

  As he moved over her, Jenny released her nipples. His cock was big and she was glad she was wet from her orgasm.

  “Don’t look so worried,” he said, his face hovering over hers. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  “I know you won’t.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could promise that but she did trust him to do his best.

  “Relax,” he said. “We’re gonna fit perfectly.” His cock head nudged her entrance.

  She stretched her legs wider apart, allowing him to gain access.

  “Ah, that’s it…” he said, a tendon in his cheek jerking. “Like that.” He pushed in some more. “Fuck…it’s been so long.”

  “Since you were with a woman?” she asked, gripping his shoulders.

  “Yeah…”

  “Two years, isn’t it?” Dale s
aid, running his fingers over Jackson’s head then down his back, his fingers brushing Jenny’s.

  “Yes, and worth the wait. You feel amazing, Jenny.” He pushed in, his girth stretching her widthways and when he hit full depth, extending her lengthways too.

  She held her breath and willed her muscles to relax.

  “Breathe, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “Breathe and I’ll make it so good for you. You’ll come again.”

  She blew out a breath and hooked her legs behind his.

  He withdrew a fraction then smoothed back in. This time his body caught on her still sensitive clit.

  She gasped. The weight of him on her, his body hair brushing against her chest, it was intense, hot, so erotic.

  “Yeah, that’s it, fuck,” Dale said. “You two are amazing together.”

  Dale’s words, or maybe it was the excitement in his voice, seemed to spur Jackson on. He pulled almost out, then rode back in. He repeated the action, and was soon moving to the perfect tempo. Each time he hit full depth he smoothed over her clitoris.

  Jenny moaned and closed her eyes. The pressure was building again. The need to come growing. She’d only just orgasmed but the longing and the want was there again. Her body needed this with Jackson as well as Dale.

  “Ah…babe, are you nearly there?” Jackson whispered hotly into her ear.

  “Yes…oh yes…” She embraced the orgasm that was rushing toward her. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”

  “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” He straightened his arms and looked down at where they were joined.

  Jenny opened her eyes and stared up at him. He was so beautiful and in the throes of passion even more so—a wild warrior, a Greek god, a man in the prime of his life who was taking what he wanted.

  She glanced at Dale as her orgasm reached the point of ravishing her.

  He was masturbating furiously, his cock peeking from his hand over and over. His eyes were wide and he was breathing fast. His teeth were gritted and his lips pulled back.

  Jenny tipped over the edge and came hard. Jackson’s body was bashing into hers and it drew out a deep, thick climax that spread over her belly, chest and down her arms.

  She cried out, a long wailing noise, feeling for once completely uninhibited and able to vocalize her joy.