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He paused, then nodded and reached inside his jacket, pulled out a pen to write his phone number on the back of her card, and said, “Call me tomorrow, and we’ll talk.” She did.
Before Storm Reynaud was one month old, he had a nanny, and she had a civilian job that introduced her to all kinds of crazy friendships. Friends who had skills, like she did. They loved deeply, and their tight circle of friends had grown toinclude more wives and girlfriends. Finley thought Jac was overprotective of his little family, but as time passed and the things she had experienced while nannying little Storm continued, she was convinced he was right on target with his concerns.
She fell into the rhythm of the crazy household, glad the Marines had taught her well, but while she enjoyed training with the guys of Jac’s original team, her shoulder gave her an occasional twinge. The guys would scold her, like she was one of theirs to protect, and make her sit out of physical contact too often or go easy on her, which was unacceptable, so she went a different direction and learned Krav Maga on her own. And she’d gotten good. Professional Ivy, good.
Jac hadn’t agreed with her bowing out of the workouts so often and called her on it just the other day. “Where have you been, Finley? I should dock your pay for missing so many formations.”
Finley laughed. “I’m a civilian.”
“Hell, woman, we’re all civilians, but that doesn’t mean you should stop your PT.”
“I’ve been working on my Krav Maga. It’s great to have when you need it. Want me to show the guys more moves?”
“I’ll see if they are up to being humiliated.”
She laughed again. “Men. It’s not a manhood thing. It’s a skill set.” Jac just laughed and went to work. Yeah, she loved this motley family.
Finley enjoyed challenging Ivy, Kaden’s wife, who taught Krav Maga, among other martial arts disciplines, and the other ladies, as their prowess improved. Finley still showed up occasionally with one of the teams to participate in their physical training routines. She liked teaching them a new move and watching the guys try to show each other up. Testosterone at its finest.
Running was fine, but more than an occasional obstacle course was all they would let her do. She didn’t like running, but it served a purpose, so she sometimes added it to her private routine. Levi and Ryker had joined her occasionally until Ryker found Oakley. Now Cash had joined her yesterday. It was primarily accomplished in companionable silence, which she enjoyed.
At first, she and Levi had a good time with no entanglements. Levi didn’t seem like he was into anything but a good time. She kept telling herself that was all she was interested in, too, but now that it wasn’t just Levi but Cash as well, she had begun to pay more attention. Seems so did Levi. He touched her more than before. Had become a little protective and a lot dirtier talking. Probably Cash’s influence.
She wasn’t sure how she liked the protector part, but she’d be lying if she didn’t get a little thrill from his increased attention. Cash touched her easily, scolded just as effortlessly, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he spanked sometimes. Levi was not that kind of man. When they had gone from strictly friends and relief sex to dating, things were stilted at first, but now she thought they were over that first bit of awkwardness.
On the last date, it had been fun with both men, and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed the prospect of romancing the two. Two men. That still stopped her, but Cash was natural in his interactions with her, and Levi was now as well. It was falling into a rhythm she’d have never thought possible.
“Finley, where is everyone?” asked Jac as he strode in the garage door. She didn’t know what Jac’s net worth was, but she imagined millions, if not billions. His home and business certainly spoke of wealth. And she was well paid.
“Spring and Florent are packing some treats to take with us. Sharlee should be finished primping soon; Storm is napping,”she said, handing the monitor to Jac with a smile. “Tag, you’re it. I’m headed for the shower.”
“Got it. I’ll head up with you so I can do the same. Ready in an hour, you think?”
“Sounds about right.” Finley headed off to her suite next to Storm’s room, and Jac continued on to his and Sharlee’s suite at the far end of the hall.
Stripping down and starting the shower was her daily signal to change gears and relax. It was Friday, so that would carry through until Monday morning if all went well. She was free evenings and weekends unless there was something going on and she was called into action.
Standing under the hot, invigorating spray of the massaging shower heads, of which there were three in a shower the size of her entire barracks room, allowed Fin to release her stress and allow her mind to drift back to the men who wanted in her life. Both were self-assured to a fault sometimes, cocky really, but it seemed to be a pre-requisite to working for Jac. She knew they both toned it down when they went out as a group. When each performed their job, they could be perfect gentlemen, but their protective mannerism was kind of nice when someone would try to hit on her and not hear her “go away.”
Paying attention to her hygiene, she finished her hair and the rest of her shower, foregoing addressing that insistent tingle between her thighs at the thought of Levi meeting her sexual needs. Sharlee said she was playing with fire to leave things undefined. Maybe she was. But Sharlee had no idea what the whole situation was.
“Fin, get an understanding before you play for too long. Guys are jerks when it comes to their penises. You have to rope their dicks and put boundaries around them before you let them get too much freedom.”
Finley had laughed. “But what if I like the free-range lifestyle?”
Sharlee had given her a considering look and then shook her head. “You don’t, really. It’s carefree in some ways, but I’ve watched you for a little while now, and you want more. Ryker wanted more, and you were afraid of it, so you backed away. I’m glad it worked out how it did, but first, look inside yourself and decide what you really want and need. Not what looks safe, but what you desire for the long haul. That is what will define your next move.”
Finley had smiled and finished lunch, but she found herself giving that conversation more and more thought. And it confused the hell out of her. What would Sharlee say if she told her she was attracted to two men, and they knew it and weren’t freaked out about it? In fact, they had suggested a ménage. Somehow, without having told her boss, she figured she might already know.
Stepping out and grabbing a heated towel from the rack, she reminded herself that living with Jac and Sharlee was like being a hotel resident. She dried her body and then her hair before moving on to the next stage. Finley rarely did more than apply blush and mascara and dress the most comfortably she could get away with.
She could hear Storm waking and his mama scooping him up to walk down the hall to their bedroom, talking intently to him in almost a conspirator’s whisper. Sharlee was an unstoppable powerhouse on the computer, but to those she loved, all her tenderness could come out. Storm was getting a dose of it now. Fifteen minutes later, Finley was ready to go.
“Hey, did you have an outfit you wanted him to wear tonight?” Finley asked Sharlee. “I can grab it for you.”
“Nope, I found something. Can you take his bag down when you go?”
“I can. I think Spring has the little prince’s snacks and juice supplies ready. Need an evening bottle?”
