Fahrenheit, The Power of Three Love Series, Book Two
The Red Head:
I never had a home until I was an adult, living in foster care as a kid. Now, I have a family, one I chose for me. But I’d always longed for a man I could call my forever. Instead, I found two, and they both want me. So how do I choose between them?
I found the woman I want for life and she’s in love with me. But she also loves another man. When he comes to me and proposes sharing her, I am shocked. I don’t share. But what if she doesn’t choose me over him? And why is it every time he looks at me, I long for him almost as much as I do her?
I can’t choose between him and her so why not have them both? He’s not interested in me, but I’d rather have them together than not have them at all. They are both mine, he just doesn’t know it yet.
“Hell, beautiful,” I began, “those tacos are almost as delicious as you.” My words earned me a laugh by both Jordan and my redhead seductress.
“I know, I’m awesome like that.” She smirked. “You should see what else I can do with my hands.”
“Are you issuing me a challenge?” Jordan asked.
“I meant in the kitchen, boys. Get your head out of the gutter.” Scar stood, grabbing the plates to clear the items from the table.
As she attempted to snatch my food from in front of me, I spun her around and pulled her onto my lap. “Nope, you aren’t clearing the dishes, Scar. You cooked. Anyway, I think there’s something more important we might need to take care of. You with me, Doc?”
He looked around at the dishes on the table. I should have known the type A personality of our doctor wouldn’t let him concentrate with a mess. “Doc, work with me here.”
He stood, moving to where Scar was sitting on my lap, her skirt offering easy access. “Um, yeah, I can let a dirty kitchen slide this time because I have many dirty thoughts of you on my mind, Red.”
I loved his analogy. It was something a control freak would say to make him feel better about leaving a mess. And it was cute. Fuck, I wanted to dirty him as much as he wanted to dirty Scar. “Good one, Doc. Let’s get our girl upstairs.”
“Nope, I have plans for her right here.” His hand worked up the loose skirt she’d put on after our afternoon fucking session. It wasn’t as tight as the pencil skirts she wore to the office. “I can’t wait the thirty seconds it’ll take to get to my room.” He pushed up the skirt, his fingers falling on her upper thighs. “No undies, Red?”
Well, hell, how did I not know that?
“Um, yeah, I thought it might be a nice surprise,” she countered.
This time, Jordan winked at me. In the hazelnut hues of his chocolate eyes, I winked back at him. I didn’t want to push him, but fuck, his body wouldn’t stop giving me mixed signals.