by Lily Harlem
“It’s okay,” he said, raising his head and opening his one seeing eye. He had a trickle of blood running from his brow and his right cheekbone was already swelling.
“It’s not okay. You’re hurt.”
“I’ve had worse. Much worse. You know that.” Spittle collected at the sides of his mouth. “And as I always say, the best man wins.”
“But—” What did he mean?
“We fought for you, Jen. The best man won.” He swallowed and closed his eye again. “I guess that’s the only way to get a guy like me to accept it was over between us.”
Her heartstrings tugged. He’d been good to her once upon a time. “Thank you,” she said.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Michael tugged Billy’s shoulder. “You’re a daft bastard taking him on…over a girl too.” He glanced at Jenny.
Jenny worried on her bottom lip. She hadn’t asked for this. It had hardly been her idea.
Michael helped Billy to stand, then wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the corner.
“They’re fighting over you?” Mohawk asked, turning to her.
“Er…” She shrugged. “I guess.”
“Fuck. Go you.” He chuckled. “Didn’t see that coming.”
Jenny moved away. Dale was in the far corner, standing. Jackson was unlacing his glove and talking to him as another member of the gym dabbed at a cut on his eyebrow.
“Hey,” she said, looking up at her two men. “You okay?”
Dale spat his mouth-shield out. “Yeah. Glad Jackson pulled me off when he did. Was seeing red there.”
“And it wasn’t just the blood in your eye,” Jackson said.
Dale peered around him to where Billy sat in the opposite corner. “He okay?”
“Yeah, a bit worse than you, but it’s his pride that’s taken the biggest battering.” Jenny sighed. “I’m sure there must have been another—”
“Don’t you dare say there must have been another way to settle this.” Dale nudged Jackson away and squatted down so he was level with her. He reached through the ropes and cupped her cheek. “You’re in our world now, a man’s world. We box, we live for the win. It’s how it is. Get used to it, babe.”
She stared into his eyes. He was right. She was in their world now. And it was what she wanted. She’d known both he and Jackson were fighters, great fighters. But that didn’t mean there were no rules. As Michael had said, they had respect for the sport. They weren’t guys who brawled on the street.
She nodded. “I was just worried.”
“He won’t bother us again.” Dale frowned.
She swallowed, remembering Billy’s words. “I know. It’s finally over between us.”
“Yeah, and you’re…” He glanced up at Jackson then pulled her a little closer. “Ours.”
“Come on, man,” Jackson said. “Let’s get outta here.”
Dale stood and turned.
Mohawk had jumped into the ring. He grabbed Dale’s arm and raised it up. “Let’s hear it for the winner.”
Dale grinned.
Jackson clapped.
The crowd cheered.
Jenny turned away. She’d had enough of the gym for one night.
After finishing up several jobs in the office, in preparation for Friday’s fight, she gathered up her things and headed out. The gym had returned to normality with the weights in use and two guys whose names she couldn’t recall sparring with Michael looking on.
Billy was nowhere to be seen.
Neither were Dale and Jackson.
The sky was darkening as she stepped out onto the street and there was a chill in the air.
Beep. Beep.
She turned at the sound loud car horn.
Dale’s van was parked on double yellow lines. Jackson had the window down and was waving at her. “Over here.”
She smiled and hurried their way.
Jackson leaped out and opened the door. “Dale’s requested pizza. Fighter gets to pick the takeout.”
“Okay,” she said, sliding onto the seat and sending several empty crisp packets to the footwell. “Sounds good to me.”
“Not quite as fancy as your cooking, babe, but I need the carbs.” Dale grinned at her. He had a small white steri-strip over his eyebrow and his cheek was a colorful shade of mauve spreading to pink. He revved the engine and edged out into the traffic.
Jenny sat back and Jackson rested his hand on her thigh. He gave it a squeeze as if acknowledging it had been a rough evening for her. She was glad he, like Dale, was big and tough. She was also glad he had a soft side that understood her.
Soon they were in Dale’s apartment. The island was covered in pizza boxes, the air was filled with the scent of garlic bread, and three beers had just had their lids popped.
Jenny tucked into a slice of pepperoni enjoying the spice and the gooey cheese.
After a few minutes of eating in silence, she spoke. “He told me.”
“Who told you what?” Jackson asked.
Dale looked at her quizzically.
“Billy. After the fight. He said the best man had won and now he accepted it was over between us.”
“Thank fuck for that,” Jackson said, looking at Dale.
“Yeah, stubborn bastard, though, don’t you think?”
Jackson grunted and bit into a slice of garlic bread. Crumbs scattered over the granite.
“I hope he means it,” Jenny went on. “I can’t cope with him turning up at my work again.”
“He did what?” Jackson slammed the garlic bread down. “Of all the…”
“It’s okay.” Jenny held up her hand. “Really, it’s done. Finished.”
“He’s got a bloody nerve,” Dale said, his brow creasing. “If I’d known that—”
“And can I just say…” Jenny let a smile tug at her lips. “Thank you for the flowers. They’re absolutely beautiful.”
“Ah, they arrived.” Jackson grinned.
Dale’s frown softened. “I’m glad you like them.”
“Very much so. I think you surprised everyone. I don’t usually get deliveries. In fact I never have before.”
“As I’ve already said,” Jackson chuckled. “Get used to being spoiled, babe.”
“I like the idea of that.” She pushed the last slice of pizza away, her stomach full, and reached for a bottle of beer. After taking a glug she nodded to her right. “Mind if I take a shower, I didn’t have time earlier.”
The two men glanced at each other.
“Go ahead,” Dale said.
“You locking the door?” Jackson asked.
“I guess you’ll have to try the handle and find out.” She sipped her beer again then set it aside.
As she walked from the room, she sashayed her hips, just a little, knowing damn well they’d be watching her ass.
She also knew damn well they’d come and see whether or not the shower room door was locked.
Humming a tune from a show she’d seen ages ago, she flicked on the water then began to strip off her clothes. She folded them neatly over the radiator, which was turned off, and glanced at the door—which she’d left ajar.
After testing the temperature she stepped into the plus sized cubicle. Like everything in Dale’s house it was expensive and luxurious. There were several showerheads on the ceiling and more on the walls. Soon she was cocooned in warmth, her hair wet and steam swirling around her.
All she needed now were her men.
Chapter Seventeen
Within minutes Jenny was aware of Dale and Jackson in the room. She smiled as she held her face to the flow and smoothed her wet hair over her head.
“Hey, want company?” Jackson asked, slipping his hands around her waist from behind. He pressed in close, his erection wedging against her back.
“Always,” she said.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this.” Dale caught her face in his hands and set his lips over hers in a firm kiss.
Jackson set to work nibbling her e
ar.
She reached behind herself and held Jackson’s head as she kissed Dale back. Her body was crying out for them. Here in this shower, the rest of the world faded and now there was only them.
She moaned as Dale slipped his hand lower and cupped her breast. He tweaked her nipple, catching it between his thumb and finger.
Jackson caressed her other breast, lightly twisting her nipple.
“Oh, I want you, both of you,” she said, pulling away as a tug of need dragged at her pussy.
“You’ve got us,” Dale said.
“Well and truly,” Jackson added. He released her and stepped to her right.
He was beyond beautiful with his skin all shiny and wet. His tattoos seemed extra dark against the white tiles and she reached out and touched the point they ended on the round of his shoulder.
He smiled as he cupped her nape.
He did the same to Dale and looked between them. “How about you both get on your knees for me.” His eyes flashed and he glanced down at his steely erection. “And suck my cock.”
“Always a pleasure,” Dale said, running his hand down Jackson’s sternum, over his belly then catching his cock. He gave it several firm push-pulls.
Jackson’s jaw slackened and his eyelids drooped. “Yeah, more like that. Both of you.”
Jenny adored the way he’d melted with Dale’s touch. She wanted to be responsible for that look of bliss on his face, too.
She dropped to her knees, water splashing around her. With one hand gripping Jackson’s rock-hard thigh, she leaned forward and stroked her tongue over the hard angle between his abdomen and his pubic hair.
He speared his fingers into her hair. “Jenny.”
“Take him,” Dale said, dropping onto his knees next to her.
She glanced at him. Water had stuck to his eyebrows, soaking the small plaster he had there and sticking his lashes together. His hair was flat against his head and his eyes were alive with excitement. She couldn’t remember him ever looking so gorgeous.
“Take him into your mouth,” Dale said, holding Jackson’s cock at the root.
She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip. It had been years since she’d performed oral sex. She hoped she’d remember how.
Jackson moaned. “Ah, babe, yeah. Do it.”
Encouraged, she stretched her jaw wide and took the tip between her lips.
“That’s it, take him deep,” Dale said against her ear. “Let’s have him losing control.”
She sank onto Jackson’s cock, hugging him with her tongue. He was so thick and solid as she allowed him to fill her. On and on she went until he butted up against the roof of her mouth.
“Fuck, that’s so hot to see,” Dale said breathlessly. “So fucking hot.”
Jackson tightened his grip in her hair.
She pulled up, aware of Dale’s hand following her mouth and gripping Jackson’s shaft.
“Oh God, you guys…” Jackson moaned.
“Again,” Dale said. “Suck him again.”
She did. Slipping deep, soaking up Jackson’s hot, sweet flavor. When she could take him no more, she paused for a moment and found his balls, rolled them in her palms.
“Ah, fuck.” Jackson jerked a little, as though his knees had given way and he’d had to brace them.
“Little minx, that always gets him,” Dale said, running his free hand down her back and cupping her ass.
She pulled up and this time allowed Jackson to fall from her mouth. She was breathing fast, her pussy damp and her nipples tight peaks.
“Jeez, you’ve got him so hard,” Dale said, running his thumb around Jackson’s glans.
“You’re both gonna get it,” Jackson said, spreading his free hand on his belly, fingers splayed. He was breathing rapidly. “I’m gonna fucking come.”
“That’s the idea,” Dale said. He leaned forward and took Jackson’s cock into his mouth. He didn’t preamble, just sank deep, filling up. His cheeks bulged and he closed his eyes.
Jenny watched spellbound, knowing seconds ago she’d looked the same.
Again Jackson moaned. “My balls…Jenny.”
She realized she’d stopped caressing his testicles and started up again.
“Oh yeah…” Jackson gripped Dale’s head and canted his hips forward.
Dale took him so deep, deeper than Jenny thought she could.
“I’m coming…I’m fucking coming…” Jackson said, his loud, deep voice echoing around the cubicle.
Dale withdrew, caught Jackson’s cock in his hands and worked it fast and hard. Within seconds the first shot of cum was spurting from the end.
Jackson cried out. His body shook. His testicles retracted.
Jenny leaned forward and licked his slit as another shot of cum burst from it. She took it in, then Dale’s mouth was there, catching the next release of pleasure.
“Ah…ah…” Jackson said, pulling her hair so tight now it hurt, but in a good way.
Dale pulled back, his strokes still firm and fast.
“No more…” Jackson panted. “That’s it. I’m done.”
“Are you sure?” Dale asked, looking up but not slowing down.
Jackson released their hair and slotted his hands behind his own head, elbows facing forward. He closed his eyes and grimaced. “Yeah…fuck yeah.”
“There’s more.” Dale upped the pace. “I know there is.”
“Argh.” Jackson’s belly tensed further and he held his breath. A final rope of cum leaked from his cock, instantly mixing with the water.
Dale stopped massaging his cock.
Jenny released his testicles.
“I can always get four spurts out of him.” Dale spoke quickly, his voice a mixture of pride and excitement. He pressed a kiss over Jenny’s mouth then urged her to standing.
Jackson was gasping for breath, his cheeks flushed. “Damn it, both of your hands, your mouths, that was something else.” He wound his arms around their waists, drawing all three of them together.
Jenny felt so tiny, not just in height but also in width.
“You know what I want now?” Jackson said.
“Anything.” Dale stroked his hand over Jenny’s ass again.
“I want to see you two fuck.” Jackson looked between them. “Now. Here.”
A smile spread on Dale’s face. “Your wish is my command.” He turned to Jenny. “You up for it?”
“Yes. And you most definitely are.” She nodded at his thick erection.
“Here,” Jackson said, reaching into the soap tray. He retrieved a condom. “As we’re not at the bareback stage.”
“I need to get contraception covered,” Jenny said.
“Good plan.” Dale took the condom. “We’re not ready for babies just yet.”
“Yet?” Jenny asked.
“One day it might be on the cards for us,” Jackson said, peeling a strand of her hair from her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. “Do you think your children could cope with two fathers who’d fight till their last breath for them, in every walk of life?”
Babies? A future? A family?
She opened her mouth then closed it again.
“We’d do anything for them and you. But you know that,” Dale said, scooping her into his arms. He backed her up, so her shoulders were on the tiles, beside Jackson.
“I know,” she managed. “And yes, maybe…one day.”
He grinned, but only briefly because then he kissed her, hard. It was full of urgency and passion.
She gripped his broad wet shoulders and tipped her head, wanting more of his kiss, more of everything.
Next thing she knew she was hoisted into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock nudged her entrance. Her pussy trembled and her nipples dragged on his chest as he pushed her harder into the wall.
“Relax,” he said. “Relax and let me in.”
“Take him,” Jackson said, sliding his hand beneath her ass, his fingers splaying on
to her buttocks. “Take him into your sweet pussy.”
“Yes,” she said. “I can…”
Dale smiled, though it was strained, as he eased into her.
She held her breath, allowing him to stretch her.
“Ah fuck, so hot and tight,” Dale said, continuing on his ride to full depth.
“Does he feel good?” Jackson asked. “Filling you up like that?”
“Yes.” Jenny panted. “So good.”
Dale rubbed up against her. Catching her clitoris with his body.
She groaned and fluttered her eyes closed. That was just where she needed it.
He withdrew, pushed back in. The water sluiced down their bodies.
“Fuck her,” Jackson said, his voice low, dark and sultry. “Fuck her, Dale. I want to see you both come, hard, the way I just have.”
His words seemed to spur Dale on. He pulled almost out then rushed back in. When he reached full depth he jerked his hips some more, as if trying to get deeper. On and on he repeated the action.
Before long Jenny was on the precipice of orgasm. Her wet skin goosebumped, and her heart rate rocketed.
She stared into Dale’s eyes. They were wild with lust.
“That’s it, fuck yeah,” Jackson said at their side. “Do it, now.”
“I am…” Jenny allowed the pressure to build to a final, boiling, climax. She held her breath, then tumbled into orgasm.
Dale cried out, a long, sharp gasp of air.
She clung to him as her pussy gripped his cock and her clitoris sent shards of bliss racing around her body. Her pulse thudded in her ears as she dragged in steamy air.
“More,” Jackson said against Dale’s ear. “You’ve got more to give.”
Dale closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “No fucking fair, you…have your finger in my ass.”
“Yeah, ’cause I want to see you give her more, and for you to take more.”
Dale grunted as he pulled Jenny onto his cock at the same time as he thrust upward.
He seemed to go deeper than ever, the root of his cock stretching her entrance to the point where it stung.
She harnessed every sensation and let it flood her body. Knowing Jackson was also stimulating Dale made it even more erotic and her orgasm extended into another delicious wave of pulsations.