A Fighter's Love

by Lily Harlem

  “Not a man with decent morals to start with. I’m glad he was there for you when you needed him, but you don’t anymore.”

  “No, I don’t. I’m embracing standing on my own two feet.” She smiled.

  His mouth stretched into a matching grin and his stern expression melted away. “And you’re doing brilliantly, but if you need someone to lean on, you know where we are.”

  “Thank you.” She reached up and pressed her lips to his.

  “Mmm, you’re fruity, you taste of summer,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

  “Hey you two.”

  Jenny turned at the sound of Dale’s voice.

  Dale laughed. “I see you’re starting this party without me.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Hey,” Jackson said, not releasing Jenny. “You’re home.”

  Dale grinned and walked up to them. His work clothes—khaki trousers covered in pockets, a white t-shirt and body warmer—were sprinkled with brick dust, as was the hair on his head and on his forearms. He’d removed his boots and his socks were the only things not peppered with the white sooty substance.

  “This sure beats coming home to an empty apartment,” he said. He pressed a kiss to Jenny’s cheek, then to Jackson’s. “But before I can join in, I need a shower.”

  “Yes, you do.” Jenny laughed and untangled herself from Jackson. “And I’ll start dinner. I should think you’re starving.”

  “I’m always hungry, for lots of things.” He winked at her. “What are we having?”

  “A cold meat starter, then creamy chicken with mushrooms.” She nodded at the bag with the cake in it. “Then a chocolate dessert that’s got about a million calories.”

  “I’m sure we’ll work them off later.” He laughed and ran his hand through his hair. A cloud of dust drifted over his face. “Yeah, I definitely need a shower first,” he said then turned. “I won’t be long.”

  “You want me to chop these?” Jackson picked up the pack of mushrooms.

  “Please. And can you put the oven on, save me figuring it out.”

  “Sure.”

  She set about finding knives and boards, then laid out the ingredients.

  For a few minutes they prepared the veg, chatting about a project Jackson was involved in at work. Jenny enjoyed listening to his voice. It was deep and gruff and in the large kitchen it seemed even more so.

  “There,” he said. “All done.” He gestured to the bowl of mushrooms.

  “Thanks.

  “Anything else?”

  “No, I’m pretty organized here. Put your feet up.”

  He stroked his hand over her hair. “I’ll go and see how Dale is getting on.”

  “Okay.”

  “If I’m not back when you’ve put that in the oven, come find us.”

  His dark eyes were flashing and his jaw suddenly tight. She’d put money on him thinking about sex.

  Sex with Dale.

  She couldn’t deny the image of Dale in the shower, scrubbing off the dirt of the day, hadn’t crossed her mind. Clearly it had Jackson’s too, and he was going to act on it.

  “Okay,” she said. “I will.”

  He gave her a half smile then wandered, barefooted, from the kitchen.

  Her heart was skipping and her skin tingled. She quickly found an oven dish and added the chicken and mushrooms along with an onion and pot of creamy sauce. Next she put the potatoes on to simmer and the veg to steam.

  There was a slight tremble in her fingers as she set out the starter, layering the salami, pastrami and Parma ham onto a large ceramic plate. What were they doing upstairs? Had Jackson joined Dale in the shower? Was he soaping him up? Drying him off? Were they both hard?

  She washed her hands, had a gulp of wine, then headed out of the kitchen.

  She guessed the main bedroom was the door to the right of the hallway and walked up to it, her footsteps silent on the soft carpet. A soapy smell lingered in the air as she peered through the crack.

  Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t touch the door.

  Both men stood in the middle of the room. Dale had a towel around his waist, and his golden skin was glowing and damp.

  Jackson had stripped off. He was completely naked and his erection stood proud and thick, his darker skin and black body hair a contrast to Dale’s lighter coloring.

  Jenny didn’t move. She felt rooted to the spot. Her fascination as to what was going to happen next held her hostage.

  “Your body might be clean, but I know your mind is still dirty,” Jackson said gruffly as he took hold of the towel around Dale’s waist.

  “You know me too well,” Dale said, clutching Jackson’s shoulder. He brought his face closer to Jackson’s. “And having Jenny here, in my home, that’s just made me hotter for it.”

  “I can tell.” Jackson tugged the towel and it fell away, landing on the floor with a soft whump.

  Jenny pressed her lips together.

  Seeing the two hard cocktips almost touching created a thrill inside her. It was so profound and exciting. Like nothing she’d ever known before.

  “Fuck me,” Dale said. “Now.”

  Jackson gave him a sexy grin. “She might come in.”

  “That’s what I want, for her to see us. I’m ready.”

  Jenny knew this was her cue to step into the room, but still she didn’t.

  Jackson reached for Dale’s cock and gave it a slow stroke. “You’ve done so well, with letting her see this side of yourself.”

  “She’s different…special.”

  “Yeah, she is.” Jackson leaned in and kissed him.

  Dale reacted quickly, pressing close and wrapping his arms around Jackson.

  Jenny marveled at the amount of toned muscles and potent strength. The thought of being in the middle of them, her limbs entwined too, sent a rush of blood to her clit.

  But the kiss didn’t last long. Jackson snapped away, and with one swift movement, he spun Dale to face the bed.

  Dale grunted as Jackson tipped him forward and kicked his legs apart. “You’re gonna get it good,” Jackson said.

  “Good and hard,” Dale said, locking his elbows. “Now.”

  Jackson was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He dipped his head and basted his palm in saliva. He then stroked it over his cock.

  “Fucking get on with it.” Dale arched his spine and twitched his ass.

  “It’s here.” Jackson positioned his cock at Dale’s asshole. He pulled in a breath and gripped Dale’s hips.

  Jenny could hardly believe what she was witnessing. The two hottest men she’d ever met were about to fuck.

  Jackson bucked his hips, thrusting forward and entering Dale.

  Dale groaned, a low guttural sound that vibrated around the room. It settled in Jenny’s chest and she reached up and plucked her right nipple through her clothing.

  Jackson was staring straight ahead, at the wall. He pulled out, slammed back in.

  Dale grunted. He hung his head, as though surrendering his body to Jackson.

  A small whimper caught in Jenny’s throat.

  Jackson repeated his action. Then again and again. Plundering Dale’s ass, their flesh slapping up against each other.

  On and on they went until. “Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” Dale cried out. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t.” Jackson upped the pace. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His buttocks were clenched, his abs taut.

  Jenny stepped into the room. The temperature seemed to instantly shoot up. Their frantic gasps and groans louder than before.

  She put one foot in front of the other, kept on walking until she stood at their sides.

  “Jenny,” Jackson gasped, opening his eyes. “Fucking hell…I’m…you…” His mouth hung open.

  She reached out and touched his forearm, her hand small and pale against his wide, inked flesh. “Come inside Dale.”

  “I’m going to…ah…”


  Dale cried out and his body shook.

  Jackson trembled and he tipped his head to the ceiling.

  A ripple of pleasure throbbed in Jenny’s pussy. She’d never seen anything so erotic.

  The thrusting stopped. From wild and primitive to sudden stillness.

  Jenny pressed her other hand on Dale’s back then tipped so she could speak into his ear. “It’s hot watching Jackson fuck you.”

  “Oh God.” He turned to face her, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little glazed. “You saw?”

  “Yes I saw, and if I was hot for you both before, now I’m crazy full of lust.”

  “Good.” Jackson pulled out. “That’s what we want.” Despite his energetic last few minutes he was barely out of breath. He really was in peak physical condition. “Get out of those clothes, woman.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now.” He stepped past her to the en suite and she heard the water running as he washed up.

  “You should do as he says,” Dale said, sitting on the bed and wiping his hand over his brow. “Or that pretty top will be history. I’ve lost several decent items of clothing thanks to him ripping them off.”

  “Oh well, in that case.” She grinned and slipped the soft material over her head. “I should save its life.”

  “Yeah, you should.” He nodded at her jeans. “And those poor things, have mercy.”

  She popped the button then tugged them off.

  “Phew, who’d have guessed that sexy body has been hiding under your clothes all this time.”

  She placed her hands on her hips, pleased she’d opted for her prettiest underwear set. “I’m glad you like it, Dale.”

  “Shall we show you how much we like it?” Jackson spoke into her ear as he wrapped his hands around her waist.

  The next thing she knew she was on the bed, on her back, with big men either side of her. “Oh, okay.” She grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Is dinner gonna burn?” Dale asked.

  “Always thinking of your stomach.” Jackson frowned.

  “No, usually I’m thinking of having sex with you two, but occasionally I have to think about food.” He ran his fingertip between the cups of Jenny’s bra.

  “It’s fine, in the oven on timer.” She smiled.

  “Ahh, good plan.” He tipped forward and kissed her.

  She gripped his shoulder and moaned softly as Jackson kissed her neck at the same time. The combination of both of them bestowing their attention on her was intense.

  “Close your eyes,” Dale said, lifting slightly.

  She stared up at him.

  “Do it,” Jackson said. “So all you have to do is feel us touching you.”

  She did as they’d asked.

  “And relax,” Dale said. “You don’t have to do anything. This is all about us making you feel good.”

  “Yeah, we’ve just come,” Jackson said. “Now it’s your turn.”

  A tug of longing pulled between her legs and her stomach quivered. They were going to make her come. Hell, she liked the sound of that.

  She sighed, though the air held a tense quiver as it traveled through her throat.

  “We need to get rid of this underwear, pretty as it is,” Dale said.

  “Yeah,” Jackson agreed.

  Jenny was aware of her knickers being tugged from her legs and her bra loosening. She kept her eyes closed, not knowing who was taking what item of clothing from her body.

  When she was naked she arched her back, jutting her breasts upward.

  “God, I love her tits,” Dale said.

  “Mmm, me too.”

  Warm tongues laved at her nipples and the heavier outer sides of her breasts were caressed. Their bodies were touching hers, the entire length, but it was their hands and mouths she was most aware of.

  She squirmed as her legs were parted and inquisitive fingers slid through her pussy lips. “Oh…”

  “So soft,” Jackson said, kissing her mouth.

  “And wet,” Dale added.

  She groaned as her pussy was filled with hot, thick fingers. They probed deeper and her warm dampness eased their way.

  Her clit was rubbed gently, just enough, in a slow circle.

  Unable to concentrate on kissing Dale she moaned into his mouth. Was it him stimulating her clit?

  “We want you to come,” he whispered. With our hands on you, our fingers in you.”

  “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes.”

  Bright lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. She was almost overwhelmed with stimulation. Her breasts. Her pussy. Her clit. Big calloused palms stroking over her body. Hot inquisitive mouths trailing across her skin.

  The pressure on her clitoris was insistent. She widened her legs.

  “I liked you watching us fuck,” Jackson said against her ear. “Did you like watching?”

  “Yes, you know I did.”

  “Think of us all together,” Dale said onto her cheek. “Inside each other, fucking, thrusting, coming. We’ll have that, Jenny. We’ll all join as one.”

  His words were like honey spilling through her brain. She could hardly sort through them. They all ran into each other.

  Her pussy was filled, she didn’t know by how many fingers or whose. But more fingers were stroking over the patch of skin to her asshole.

  She moaned.

  Her clit was tightening. She was being stretched and stimulated so expertly. “I’m going to come…” she managed.

  “Come for us. You’re beautiful when you come,” Jackson said.

  She held her breath, became lost to what the men were doing between her legs and how they seemed to have enveloped her in their heated muscles.

  Suddenly it released. Her orgasm claimed her and she bucked her hips, flailed her arms.

  A single slick finger breached her anus.

  “Oh!” She cried out as the spasms in her pussy increased. She’d never been touched there before, but far from being painful it was incredible. Her climax thudded even harder through her, tightening her belly and snatching her breath.

  “Good girl,” Dale said, excitement lacing his tone. “Fuck, that’s it, so good.”

  “Oh, God…” she gasped.

  Jackson chuckled. “You can call us by our earthly names, babe.”

  A hysterical laugh caught at the beginning of a long groan. She would never have believed she’d come so hard with a fingering. But then again there were lots of fingers down there.

  “It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Dale whispered.

  Their stimulation of her pussy slowed, though the fingers stayed lodged deep in every hole.

  “Open your eyes,” Jackson said.

  She blinked them open. It took a few seconds to focus on the faces staring down at her.

  “You back with us?” Dale asked.

  “I think so.” She was struggling to catch her breath.

  “You’re a wild thing,” Jackson said. “So fucking amazing.”

  “I think…it’s you two…who turn me wild.” She cupped each of their jawlines, enjoying the sharpness of stubble on her palms.

  “We can live with that, can’t we, Jackson?” Dale said, grinning.

  “Yeah, as long as you’re only wild with us. We don’t share with anyone else.”

  “As if I’d have the energy.” She looked between them. “Can I ask something?”

  “Anything?” Jackson said.

  “Who has their finger in my arse?”

  “Ah…” Dale looked at Jackson then back at her. “That would be me.”

  “I see.” She studied him.

  “What can I say? I like pussy and arse and Jackson got in your pussy first.”

  “Snooze you lose,” Jackson said. He then leant across and kissed Dale.

  Jenny wriggled. Much as she liked watching them kiss, the luscious satisfaction that came after a strong orgasm was washing over her. She needed a sleep, a long sleep.

  Dale slipped from her ass, and Jackson from he
r pussy. They settled so they were all lying in a row on the bed.

  Jackson reached for her hand and squeezed it.

  A shrill beep, beep, beep filled the room.

  “What’s that?” Jenny asked.

  “The oven,” Dale said.

  “Bugger. That means the dinner needs stirring.” She went to sit.

  “I’ll go wash up and then do it.” Dale moved to the edge of the bed. “You stay there.”

  Suddenly a loud rumble added to the beeping noise.

  “Was that your stomach?” Jenny asked Jackson.

  He sat, laughing as he did so. “Yeah. I guess it’s time to eat. Come on, let’s sate our appetites for food so we have energy for after dark.”

  “I’ve made a starter,” Jenny said, reaching for her underwear.

  “Honey,” Jackson said, pulling her close. “I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t think anything will ever beat the starter we’ve all just had.” He set a soft kiss over her lips.

  She melted against him. When had she ever been so happy? Felt so content and utterly female? So excited about the future? She didn’t think she ever had, and right now, she was prepared to thank whichever gods of fate had sent Dale and Jackson into her life.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The meal was a great success. Jenny adored the way the men ate huge dinners with such enthusiasm. Refueling their big bodies was something they took very seriously.

  She enjoyed another glass of wine and was content to take the last inch into the lounge area after they’d polished off the chocolate cheesecake between them.

  Dale dropped onto the end of the long white sofa and propped a black velvet cushion behind his head.

  Jackson sat on the opposite end, his feet on a low table.

  Jenny set down her drink, then flopped in the middle of them, her silky blouse sliding against the leather. As the TV came on—an old episode of Top Gear— she was unable to stifle a yawn.

  “You don’t like this?” Dale asked, pointing the remote at the screen.

  “It’s fine, I don’t mind it.” She yawned again. “Just tired.”

  “Come here,” he said, reaching for another cushion and placing it on his lap. “Rest down.”

  She didn’t need asking twice and was content to lie on the sofa, her head on his lap and her feet up.