Free A Question of Love by Jess Dee

brought out a deep-seated ache for the physical gratification he and Connor had once freely provided.
    She pushed the lust aside. Five orgasms and a confession of love in one day was about as much as her body could handle. Or her mind, for that matter.
    Lord, where’d Gabe learn how to do all of that? He was the only man she knew who could bring her to orgasm more than once in a single session of lovemaking. Even Connor, for all his skill, hadn’t had the ability. But Gabe. Damn, over and over again she came for him, until her body was limp and sated and exhausted.
    With less reluctance than she would have liked, Tina stepped aside and let him in. She’d have to take him at his word. Gabe may have done a lot of things, but he’d never lied. If he swore nothing would happen, nothing would happen. Unless, of course, she changed the rules.
    She gave a sharp mental shake of her head. She wouldn’t.
    He walked into her flat, and she closed the door behind them. That was when the momentary panic set in. Christ, he was back. Now what? Did she have to relive old memories once again? The months when she was happiest with the men she loved? The days when nothing could have gotten her down because she had two gorgeous men whom she adored and who worshipped her?
    At first it had been just her and Connor. That had been fun. Connor was a smart guy with a wicked sense of humor. Sleeping with him was a serious turn-on. Then Gabe entered the equation, and the sex had gone from good to explosive. Making love to Connor and Gabe was the most sensual, most satisfying, most thrilling experience of her life. Falling in love with them had been a natural progression in their relationship. If the choice had been hers, she would have stayed with both of them forever.
    The choice hadn’t been hers. Gabe had left, destroying the most precious of bonds.
    She thumped him on the back. Hard.
    “Ugh!” He turned in surprise. “What was that for?”
    “For walking out on me. On us.” She glowered at him, anger settling in the pit of her stomach.
    “So you hit me?”
    “Hit? Hah, I’d beat you senseless if I knew I stood a chance.”
    His pupils dilated. “You stand every chance. Don’t you know you’ve rendered me senseless on more than one occasion?”
    “Bull,” she sneered. “I’ve never even punched you before.” She corrected her error now, clenching her fist and striking out as hard as she could. Her hand connected with his stomach, and her breath left her body in a gasp. Damn it! She’d hit a wall of solid muscle, and the only pain she’d caused was to her own fingers.
    Gabe gawked at her. “You don’t need to punch me. Just being with you takes my breath away.” He dropped his gaze to his stomach and then lifted it back up to meet hers again. His tone was lowered by several notches. “Making love to you… Damn, I never could think straight when I was inside you. Couldn’t see, couldn’t hear.” Gabe closed his eyes on a groan. “All I could do was feel.”
    His words rolled through her like warm honey, slipping through her veins, heating her blood. “Shut up, Gabe.” Pain be damned. She punched him again and then again, this time on his arm. “I’m busy being pissed off at you.”
    He tensed his biceps, accepting her blows without comment.
    Shit, wasn’t that just typical Gabe behavior? Everything went by without comment. Everything. Even his departure from her life. She hit him harder. Then harder again. “Damn you, Gabriel Carter,” she spluttered. “You left us. You left me. You walked away from the best thing that ever happened to me. You bastard.” The hand she’d been attacking with throbbed so she switched arms and pummeled him good. Rage came bubbling to the surface, lending strength to her strikes. “I loved you, goddamn it. You and Connor. You were my world. My happiness. And. You. Walked. Away. You destroyed us.”
    Four years, and who would have thought she still had so much emotion left in her? So