Page 84 of A Fighter’s Love

He stood, ready to get home to bed. Being naked with Dale and Jenny was exactly what he wanted to happen next. He was glad there’d been no offer to assist in clearing up.

He reached Jenny’s coat from the rail by the door and helped her into it. After many goodbyes, hugs and thank you’s they headed outside.

The air was cool, and without a cloud in the sky, the stars twinkled down at them. He wrapped his arm around Jenny and hugged her as Dale stepped out in search of a cab.

“You feeling all right?” he asked.

“Yes, why?” She snuggled against him.

“You didn’t want your coffee.”

“No, it smelled strange. Stella must have switched brands.”

“Over here, you two,” Dale called.

“Come on. Let’s get you home, I’ve got plans for you,” Jackson said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, you will, babe.”

They arrived at Jackson’s apartment. As Dale helped Jenny with her coat, Jackson flicked the lock. He was content when they were all together, here, the door shut and the rest of the world at a distance. They didn’t go to great lengths to hide their threesome relationship, but equally they didn’t shout about it from the rooftops. But here, now, there was no need to worry about any of that. They were just three people, in lust and love. Nothing else mattered.

Jenny wandered into the room she used for her clothes and what she calledknickknacks. Her flat had been rented out, so she lived here with Jackson now. It made sense, since she wasn’t spending any time in her little place anyway.

Dale still had his apartment, though he, too, spent most of his time at Jackson’s. He’d kept his flat because Jenny liked the views and he wanted her to be able to enjoy them whenever the desire came over her.

“Did you have a nice time?” Jackson wound his arms around Dale and pressed his forehead to his.

“Yeah, they’re nice folk. Interesting.”

“We’re an eclectic group, that’s for sure.”

“It’s nice to just be us, as a threesome, and for it to be accepted.”

“I agree.” He caught Dale’s mouth in a kiss. He tasted of coffee and mint and their stubble scratched together.

After a few moments, Jackson pulled back. “Come on, let’s take this to the bedroom. I want you both.”

“I know the feeling.” Dale dragged his shirt from his trousers. As he walked to the bedroom he began to undo the buttons.

Jackson followed. Though he didn’t bother with buttons. He simply fisted his shirt between his shoulder blades and dragged it over his head. Clothes were a nuisance when he was alone with his lovers.

He closed the bedroom curtains and flicked on a bedside lamp. As he shoved at his trousers, pushing his underwear down with them, Dale did the same.

Both naked, they came together. The need for flesh on flesh was acute and desperate.

Tumbling onto the bed, Jackson roamed his hands over Dale’s chest, his belly, down his legs.

Dale groaned.

Jackson smiled against his lips. “Am I not touching where you need it most?”

“Quit teasing.”

“What? Like you didn’t tease me by bringing up what a blast we had in Barcelona at dinner? The memories of that night are pretty intense.”

‘You love being reminded of that.”

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