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

looked expectantly at Greg. “What about you?”
    “Uhh…” he hedged. He really preferred staying in bed, especially with Jack out of it.
    “Come on,” Jack wheedled. “I have everything set up in the living room. I started a fire and everything. Doesn’t that sound romantic, Professor, doesn’t that put you in the mood for love?” Jack glanced down at the sheet then back up at Greg. “Or more in the mood?”
    Greg looked down at Olivia who was looking so expectantly at him. “Fine.” It wasn’t as much fun as his other plan had been, but it would have to do.
    “I thought you’d see it my way.” Jack grinned as he rose from the bed. He pulled back the covers and helped Olivia out of bed.
    “I need to get dressed first,” Olivia said. She tried to bypass Jack, but he pulled her in his arms and danced her away.
    “I think you look exceptional just the way you are.”
    Wouldn’t you know it, another thing they could agree on.
    “Yes, but I might get chilly.”
    “It’s not cold at all.” Jack stepped back and held his arms out, pointing out his jeans only attire.
    “I’m still putting something on.”
    “Fine,” Jack grumbled. “But let’s aim for less is more.”
    “I think that can be arranged.” Olivia reached for the jade silk robe she kept on the armchair next to her bed. The deep, rich color complemented her creamy complexion and fiery red hair. One of the reasons he’d bought it for her in the first place. As if sensing his stare, she turned around and looked at him with a smile gracing her well-kissed lips.
    “You coming?” she asked as she tied the belt around her waist.
    Greg glanced down at his crotch then back at her warily. “In a second.” Or ninety. Or however long it took for his erection to subside. It was one thing to be primed and ready when they were in the heat of the moment and quite another for him to just walk around hard as steel. It was stupid, he knew, but that didn't make it any better. He would have thought having Jack in the room would have been enough to douse his desire, but apparently his cock had become immune to the other man’s presence. After one joint session together, having him nearby seemed almost the norm.
    “Okay.” Olivia slipped her arm into the crook of Jack’s arm. “But keep in mind we’re going for less is more. Right, Jack?”
    “Uh, he could get as dressed as he likes. In fact, the more clothes he wears the better.”
    “And here I thought you were just waiting for another opportunity to stare at my dick.”
    “I’m ignoring you,” Jack replied in a sing-song tone as he pulled a laughing Olivia from the room. She wasn’t the only one laughing. So was Greg. Getting Jack’s goat was becoming a pastime he greatly enjoyed.
    Greg waited a few more minutes for his erection to subside before slipping from the bed and redressing in the sweats he’d worn earlier.
    He stopped by the bathroom to clean up then headed into the living room, where he discovered Olivia and Jack sitting next to one another laughing and talking softly as they munched on the food Jack had prepared.
    Greg studied them silently for awhile, waiting for the jealousy that had reared its ugly head earlier this evening to come roaring back. To his surprise the emotion never came. It wasn’t as if he wanted to be Jack’s best buddy now, but he no longer wanted to rip the other man’s head off for sitting close to Olivia. It was something to think about, that was for sure.
    Bypassing the duo, he slipped into the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He cracked it open and guzzled it half down before heading back into the living room. When he entered the room again Jack was nowhere to be found, but Olivia was standing in front of the window, peeking through the small opening not covered by plywood.
    Greg joined her and pulled her stiff frame into his arms. She let out a little sigh and leaned back against him. He rested his cheek against the side of