Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 Read Free Page B

“Hey, Liv, it’s getting worse. I think Greg and I can handle this. Why don’t you make the coffee and keep it coming. It’s cold as hell out there.”
    He didn’t need to tell her twice. Just the idea of going out in the storm gave her the shakes. She was more than happy to sit in the nice warm kitchen and keep the home fires burning. “If you’re sure.” She didn’t want to give them a chance to change their minds, but she wanted to at least pretend to protest.
    “Of course we can take care of this.” Greg pulled her close and gave her a hard, fast kiss that left her heart racing and her legs wobbly. He smiled in satisfaction and nodded at her bemused look. “We’ll be back in a bit.”
    After picking up his coat and slipping it in on, Greg walked to the door and waited for Jack. To her surprise though, instead of following him, Jack headed toward Olivia and pulled her into his arms. Instead of the brief kiss she’d just received from Greg, Jack kissed her thoroughly, exploring her mouth with his and her backside with his hands. His coat was wet from the rain, but heat radiated from the kiss he gave her, chasing the chills away and warming her from the inside out. When he finally released her, Olivia reached out behind her and grabbed hold of the sink again to steady her once more.
    Good lord, these men were hell on her equilibrium and her libido.
    “Yeah, Liv, we’ll be right back.” Jack mimicked Greg’s words, a hint of laughter hidden there. Before she could say anything, Jack hustled Greg from the kitchen and out into the storm.
    Olivia let out a shaky sigh and made her way over to the table. She sank like lead into the chair, and then dropped her head into her hands. “Oh. My. Lord,” she muttered to herself.
    This was ridiculous. This was crazy. This was unbelievable. This was…hot as hell. She had never even seen the two men on the same night, let alone kissed them just seconds from each other. Damned if she didn’t like it. A lot.
     
     
    Two hours later, Jack stomped into the kitchen, cold and thoroughly soaked. In any other circumstance he might be in a bad mood, but he was feeling just the opposite. Despite the weather being shit, the work rough and tedious thanks to the rain and wind, Jack’s spirit was high. No matter how fucked up of a time Jack had, for Greg it had been ten times worse.
    It was juvenile, mean-spirited even, but watching the other man curse in that pansy accent of his while he tried to hammer a nail in the board was better than any cat playing piano on YouTube any day of the week. A fix-it guy Greg obviously wasn’t, but even Jack had to admit the professor had been a good sport.
    Despite the storm, his obvious incompetence, and his fancy suit that was now just a fancy drop cloth, Greg hadn’t quit. He bore through it all with curses and evil glances, but he stayed outside the entire time, doing his fair share. If Greg weren’t intent on stealing Jack’s girl, the two men might have become friends.
    Or…friend-like.
    “Hi, honey,” he called out to Liv who was sitting at the table reading a book. “We’re home.”
    Liv looked over her shoulder, but when she spotted the two men, she gasped and jumped from her chair. From the horrified expression on her face, Jack knew they looked as wet as he felt.
    “Oh my God, you guys are soaked.” Liv dropped the book she’d been reading and picked up two thick bath towels from the table. “I brought these from the bathroom, but something tells me it’s not going to be enough.”
    The fluffy pink linen looked like a joke next to Greg and Jack, who both resembled passengers on the Titanic .
    “Yeah…I don’t think a towel is going to do it for Greg,” Jack said with a wicked grin as he shrugged out of his jacket. “You might want to get him a blanket, something for his boo boos, and a trash can for everything else.”
    “Boo boos.” With a concerned expression on her pretty face, Liv rushed to the other man’s