Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 by Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews Page B

lover. Note she didn’t say your fucking skills were better. Just your licking ones. You’re a mouthy little bastard, so it doesn’t surprise me.”
    “You know, it’s a pity she never did say what it was she likes best about being in bed with you. I’m willing to bet it was because she couldn’t think of anything.”
    “Or maybe it’s because she wasn’t asked.”
    “Sure,” Jack said sarcastically. “That has to be it.”
    “Besides, I have an idea of what she would have said.”
    “Like what?”
    Greg flashed Jack a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    “Yes, I would.”
    Jack’s insistence gave Greg an idea. “How badly?”
    “I’m not willing to cut off a finger for the information, but my interest is piqued. Frankly, I don’t really see you as a very sexual person. Maybe it’s the accent, or the tweed jacket I’m sure you own. Whatever it is, when I look at you, I don’t see someone who knows how to bring it.”
    “Bring it?”
    “Yes. Your ‘A’ game in the sack,” Jack explained, as if he were talking to an idiot. “I bet you fuck in the dark, missionary position even.”
    “You’d lose that bet all the way around.” Amused, Greg shook his head.
    “I’m not so sure about that.”
    Greg couldn’t believe Jack’s gall. “You really think you’re the better lover?”
    “I don’t think it. I know it.”
    “Why not put it to a test?”
    “What, some kind of fuck-a-thon?”
    Greg frowned at the crassness. “I wouldn’t put it exactly like that.”
    “Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t. Too low class for someone like you, I suppose.”
    Greg controlled himself from responding to the other man’s obvious baiting. It wasn’t worth the breath. Instead he concentrated on what was important—Olivia. “Look, she’s fucked you, she’s fucked me. Up to this point she hasn’t figured out the smart move would be to dump your ass. So maybe we need to do something different.”
    Jack tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe what Greg was suggesting. “You think she needs to fuck both of us and she’ll finally be able to figure out which one of us she wants to date?”
    Greg wished it were so easy. “No, I think after fucking us she’ll remember why she doesn’t want to pick door number three. The first two doors come with love and passion, the third leads to loneliness.”
    “So I’m right. You are suggesting we,” Jack gestured between the two of them, “as a duo, make love to her at the same time.”
    “Yes.” Greg hated to believe he was agreeing to this, let alone suggesting it, but he was desperate. “But not for those reasons.”
    “Then why? Because I have to tell you, Professor, what you’re suggesting is pretty drastic. I think they might even kick you off the island for that.”
    “Sex is the easy part. Our relationship is the part that needs the most work.”
    “I suppose you have an idea how we should do that, Professor?”
    “Actually, I do.”
    “Okay, then. Let’s hear it.”
    Greg paused for a minute to see if Jack was being sarcastic, but he could only see sincerity in the other man’s eyes. “You love her, don’t you?”
    “Of course, don’t you?”
    “Yes, very much.” Enough to propose this crazy idea he had rattling around in his brain.
    “And you have as much intention of ending things with her as I do.”
    “Even less.”
    “Which leaves us where?” Jack asked with a heavy sigh.
    “What if I were to tell you the best thing we could do for her is to end things and let her find one normal guy to be with?” Greg wanted to see if the other man was as reluctant for that circumstance as he was.
    “Then I’d tell you you’re not as smart as I think you are, Professor.” Jack quirked his lips into a half smile. “But you’re not going to tell me that, are you?”
    “No. I’m not.” Instead Greg spent the next fifteen minutes discussing every issue he had with her dating them both, as did Jack, who had concerns of his own. By