Page 86 of A Fighter’s Love

“Fuck us,” Jenny said, gripping Dale’s lower arms. “Now.”

Dale began to move, easing halfway out, then pushing in again. Each time he did, it drove Jackson into Jenny, his body was rubbing against her clitoris.

Soon she was panting and writhing with her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide.

“Damn it,” he muttered, wondering how long he’d be able to hold off. Fucking and being fucked always had him racing toward the finish line.

“You two are so damn sexy,” Dale said then groaned. “I’m gonna come, real soon. You should…know that.”

“Me too,” Jenny gasped, “Oh, God.”

“Come,” Jackson said against her mouth. “I wanna see you come, babe.”

“I am. It’s there. Don’t stop.” The pleasure and the desperate need in her voice had his balls retracting.

As she came, squeezing his cock, bliss rushed through his body. He allowed his own release to take over and semen shot from his cock.

Dale cried out, upped the pace, and claimed his pleasure.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as they rubbed against one another. Found ecstasy together. Jenny moaned and closed her eyes, lifted her arms and grabbed the headboard. She was breathing hard.

Jackson took his weight off her a little. He was worried about squashing her.

“Ah yeah.” Dale gave him a sharp little bite on his earlobe. “Your arse is the best.”

“Hey, what about my arse?” Jenny asked, opening her eyes. Her mouth tipped into a grin.

“Yeah, I like fucking that too,” Dale said, pulling out. “And your pussy, and your mouth. Fuck it. I just like fucking.” He flopped onto the bed and rested his forearm over his eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. I fucking like fucking you two fucking awesome sexy people.”

“You should have been a poet, Dale, that’s beautiful.” Jackson withdrew and lay on the opposite side of Jenny. He reached for her hand.

“Yeah, well,” Dale said breathlessly. “Maybe I’ll ditch construction and pick up a pen.”

They lay in a row for several minutes, catching their breath. When Jackson’s heartrate had returned to normal, he reached into the bedside drawer.

“Jenny. I have something for you.”

“You do? A present?”

“Sort of. Here.” He placed a slim blue box onto her belly.

“What is it?” She sat.

Her mouth fell open.

“Jesus. Really?” Dale had also sat, his arms locked behind himself. He stared at the pregnancy test.

“Yes, really.” Jackson stroked Jenny’s hair, moving it from her brow. “You’ve been tired lately, and it’s not like you to leave a cup of coffee, no matter what brand.” He tipped his head and studied her. “And just because you’re useless at keeping track of your monthlies, I’m not…”

“And it’s late,” she whispered, plucking up the box. “Isn’t it?”

“Yep. By a few weeks.”

She looked from him to Dale then back. “But…?”

“Contraception isn’t always foolproof,” Jackson said. And damn it, he hoped that had been the case. He wanted a family. A family with these two people. More than anything else in the world.

She swallowed. “But what if I am…pregnant?”

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