during the day.
Lee said he had received a call from his former manager begging him to go back in the ring for at least one highly touted match, assuring him that his devoted followers were still out there, asking where he was and wanting to see him. Then he added that his current manager thought that one last fight would generate interest in the upcoming Food Network show. He had declined.
Luke declared he had tweaked the new song he had written for her and was looking forward to hearing what she thought of it.
J.J. had done nothing much, he proclaimed in a subdued, lackadaisical tone. He’d spent most of his day doing inventory at the large commercial pool servicing company he had recently starting working for, preferring to make some spending money on his own. His tone implied that the day had sucked.
Kayla looked at J.J. and smiled. She could tell he hadn’t completely shaken his disappointment from Sunday. She wondered what she could do to settle his mind. The last thing she wanted was for her wonderful, sexy Latin lover to become dissatisfied enough that he would want to leave.
“Perhaps you need a hobby, J.J.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But I don’t know what that would be.”
“I could teach him to play the guitar,” Luke suggested as he draped an affectionate arm about J.J.’s shoulder.
“I don’t think I could learn, Luke. I’ve never had an ear for music.”
“Hell, you can be tone deaf and still learn to play the guitar, man. Just learn the chords and get the rhythm down. Smart guy like you could pick it up in no time. We all know you’ve got rhythm, right, Kayla?”
They all laughed.
“We might even wind up writing songs together. Can you sing?”
“Yeah, I can sing. I mean, I’ve sung at karaoke bars before and nobody threw bottles at me.”
“Well, there you go. We might start a duo. Maybe even get that record deal I’ve been trying to snag for years,” Luke teased.
Knowing Luke was trying to cheer him up, Kayla hoped to lighten the mood, as well, with her comment, “I’m so thankful it’s not the drums you play, Luke.”
The light banter continued as Luke led the way into the kitchen where a rib roast was already slow cooking in the oven.
Kayla listened to them all trying to persuade J.J. to learn how to play the guitar. She was pleased at how close they all had become. A happy family indeed , she thought. And then it dawned on her. What J.J. needs is a new experience. I wonder if he might be up for a ménage a trois with me and Harm? Perhaps I’ll put a bug in Harm’s ear and let him feel J.J. out. But maybe Harm wants me all to himself tonight. I’ll leave it up to him.
She never forced her opinions on the partner of the night. It was always his choice how they would proceed sexually. It made their individual nights more pleasurable. Each of her men had his own method of assuring her mind-blowing, ultimate climaxes. All were very sexually inventive, and none had ever left her wanting.
The more she thought about a ménage a trois with Harm and J.J., the more excited Kayla became. It had been a long time since she, Luke, and Lee had enjoyed such a pleasure. She and Harm had never been engaged in a threesome, however, and as she remembered that, she wondered if Harm would even be amenable to the idea.
Sipping her wine as she waited for dinner to be served, Kayla mulled over how to approach Harm with the idea of inviting J.J. to join them later. And again, as though he had read her mind in his receptive way, Harm ventured over and kissed her neck.
“Say gorgeous, what’s brewing in that pretty head of yours? I can hear the clogs clicking into place and the wheels turning.”
Kayla laughed. “You amaze me, Harm. Have you ever thought of giving psychic readings?”
“I’m only psychic where you’re concerned, my love. You want to clue me in on what’s bothering you?”
“Why don’t we take a walk into the den?”
He draped an arm around her shoulders as he
Lee said he had received a call from his former manager begging him to go back in the ring for at least one highly touted match, assuring him that his devoted followers were still out there, asking where he was and wanting to see him. Then he added that his current manager thought that one last fight would generate interest in the upcoming Food Network show. He had declined.
Luke declared he had tweaked the new song he had written for her and was looking forward to hearing what she thought of it.
J.J. had done nothing much, he proclaimed in a subdued, lackadaisical tone. He’d spent most of his day doing inventory at the large commercial pool servicing company he had recently starting working for, preferring to make some spending money on his own. His tone implied that the day had sucked.
Kayla looked at J.J. and smiled. She could tell he hadn’t completely shaken his disappointment from Sunday. She wondered what she could do to settle his mind. The last thing she wanted was for her wonderful, sexy Latin lover to become dissatisfied enough that he would want to leave.
“Perhaps you need a hobby, J.J.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But I don’t know what that would be.”
“I could teach him to play the guitar,” Luke suggested as he draped an affectionate arm about J.J.’s shoulder.
“I don’t think I could learn, Luke. I’ve never had an ear for music.”
“Hell, you can be tone deaf and still learn to play the guitar, man. Just learn the chords and get the rhythm down. Smart guy like you could pick it up in no time. We all know you’ve got rhythm, right, Kayla?”
They all laughed.
“We might even wind up writing songs together. Can you sing?”
“Yeah, I can sing. I mean, I’ve sung at karaoke bars before and nobody threw bottles at me.”
“Well, there you go. We might start a duo. Maybe even get that record deal I’ve been trying to snag for years,” Luke teased.
Knowing Luke was trying to cheer him up, Kayla hoped to lighten the mood, as well, with her comment, “I’m so thankful it’s not the drums you play, Luke.”
The light banter continued as Luke led the way into the kitchen where a rib roast was already slow cooking in the oven.
Kayla listened to them all trying to persuade J.J. to learn how to play the guitar. She was pleased at how close they all had become. A happy family indeed , she thought. And then it dawned on her. What J.J. needs is a new experience. I wonder if he might be up for a ménage a trois with me and Harm? Perhaps I’ll put a bug in Harm’s ear and let him feel J.J. out. But maybe Harm wants me all to himself tonight. I’ll leave it up to him.
She never forced her opinions on the partner of the night. It was always his choice how they would proceed sexually. It made their individual nights more pleasurable. Each of her men had his own method of assuring her mind-blowing, ultimate climaxes. All were very sexually inventive, and none had ever left her wanting.
The more she thought about a ménage a trois with Harm and J.J., the more excited Kayla became. It had been a long time since she, Luke, and Lee had enjoyed such a pleasure. She and Harm had never been engaged in a threesome, however, and as she remembered that, she wondered if Harm would even be amenable to the idea.
Sipping her wine as she waited for dinner to be served, Kayla mulled over how to approach Harm with the idea of inviting J.J. to join them later. And again, as though he had read her mind in his receptive way, Harm ventured over and kissed her neck.
“Say gorgeous, what’s brewing in that pretty head of yours? I can hear the clogs clicking into place and the wheels turning.”
Kayla laughed. “You amaze me, Harm. Have you ever thought of giving psychic readings?”
“I’m only psychic where you’re concerned, my love. You want to clue me in on what’s bothering you?”
“Why don’t we take a walk into the den?”
He draped an arm around her shoulders as he
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