All Jacked Up (13 page)
Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Adult, #Western, #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
Keely snorted and pointed to AJ’s distended belly. “You still can’t keep your hands off each other.”
“True. It’s great to be me.” She grinned.
Carolyn bustled in with a cardboard box. “Okay. The kitchen is cleaned and this is the last of my stuff to take home.”
Since her mom’s hands were full, Keely hugged her from behind. “Thanks for everything. You rocked it, Ma. It was a fantastic party.”
“I thought so, yet I’m glad we’re only doin’ this once.” Carolyn yawned. “Lord, I’d better get home before I fall asleep standing up. AJ, darlin’, you need a ride?”
“Nah. I have my truck since Cord took the boys home.”
“Good enough. See you.” Carolyn hefted the box and disappeared out the side door.
At AJ’s 350 Cummins turbo diesel Chevy, Keely said, “Need a boost getting into your monster truck, el preggo?”
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“No. But you can bet your butt I’ll let my handsome hubby give me a hand to help me down.”
Knowing Cord, that hand would go straight up his wife’s skirt. Those two still acted like randy teens.
Keely admitted a tinge of jealousy her best friend had found the type of love all women dream of.
She meandered to her own rig, anxious about going home, which was a total crock because chances were slim Jack would even be there yet.
Still…how would this play out? Scenarios flitted through her brain but nothing solidified. Maybe having a blank slate wasn’t such a bad thing.
Trudging up the stairs, she knew she’d ditch her high heels first thing. People thought pointy-toed cowboy boots were painful? Please. Boots were bedroom slippers compared to these torturous devices.
Keely had just locked the door behind her and tossed her purse on the side table when she heard him speak.
“I was beginning to wonder if you’d chickened out.”
His deep, slightly amused voice triggered tingles of anticipation. “No. My mom did all the party prep work. I couldn’t leave her there to handle the cleanup.”
“Thoughtful of you.”
“I try.”
She focused on him, slouched in a straight back kitchen chair. The glow of the backlighting gave Jack an attractively dangerous look. Barefoot, with his pristine shirt unbuttoned; his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his thick forearms lightly dusted with dark hair. Clutching a glass of amber liquid in his hand, he reminded her of James Bond—a gorgeous professional male, but ruggedly raw and masculine beneath the polished exterior. His face was shadowed, masking his emotions. But the aura surrounding him wasn’t the cool and collected demeanor of a patient man. No, the air crackled with the energy of an animal ready to pounce.
Right then, Keely knew she was way out of her league with Jack Donohue. He’d push her. Control her. Force her to experience levels of need and desire she’d never fathomed.
Jack tipped the glass and sipped, studying her from his spot in the center of the room. She waited. It damn near killed her to wait, but she did it.
“So tell me, are you scared of me?”
“A little.”
“Because you think I’ve been drinking?” He waggled the glass. “Iced tea, not whiskey.”
“Good to know,” she said inanely.
“Why am I scary to you, Keely?”
“Because we’ve been avoiding getting tangled up for a reason, and here we are, about to get seriously entangled.”
“What reason?” he asked nonchalantly.
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“My reason? Or what I think yours is?”
His white teeth glimmered in the darkness when he smiled. “Your reason first. And I expect nothing less than complete honesty from you, buttercup. Especially when you enlighten me with what you perceive as my reason.”
Keely squeezed her hands into fists and counted to ten. Twenty. Thirty. Forty. Fifty. Sixty.
“I’m waiting,” he said huskily, when she’d hit the one hundred-twenty mark.
“Here’s the God honest truth. I’ve avoided getting tangled up with you because I’ll give in to you, Jack. I’ll give you everything you demand from me in bed, every part of myself I’ve never shared with another man. I’m a strong-willed woman. I’m used to calling the shots with men. But when I look at you, I have the overwhelming need to…surrender. I’ve felt the sexual heat shimmering between us since I was sixteen and I had no clue what it was.”
“Are you afraid it’s more than just sex?”
She shook her head. If she didn’t speak, technically, she wasn’t lying.
“What do you see as my motivation?” he asked, his voice barely a throaty rumble.
“You’ve got something to prove. To me. To yourself. Because of what happened three years ago.”
Jack laughed softly. “How insightful you are, cowgirl. It’s a little scary.” He took another drink. “But that’s not the only reason. When I saw you today? In that pretty dress that showed off every goddamn curve I’ve been trying like hell not to notice for the last eleven years? My dick got so hard it freakin’ hurt.”
Her pulse spiked.
“During the party, all I could think about was peeling the silky fabric down your body. Taking my time to enjoy every inch of your warm, beautiful skin.”
“But now?”
“Now I want to rip the fucking thing off and gorge myself on you.”
Keely took three steps closer to read his eyes. Oh damn. Heat and passion and hunger. For her. “So do it.”
Jack was on her before she inhaled another breath. His hands tearing at the zipper on her dress. His mouth devouring hers with hot, wet, sucking kisses. They fumbled with buttons and snaps in their frenzy to get naked.
And it was still too slow.
Her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in an itsy bitsy black thong and matching demi-bra. Keely jerked his shirt down his arms and ran her hands all over his chest. Firm muscles covered with just the perfect amount of dark hair. God. He was amazing. When she hit the waistband of his suit pants, she groaned disapproval that he still wore the damn things. She tried to unhook his belt. Repeatedly.
Jack broke the kiss. “Let me.”
“Tell me you have a condom.”
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He reached in his front pocket and handed her one. Keely ripped it open with her teeth. When his pants pooled around his ankles, followed by his briefs, she zeroed in on his cock.
Holy shit. She didn’t remember it being that big. Keely dropped to her knees. She placed the condom in her mouth, circled her hand around the base of his thick cock and rolled it down the length.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Keely. Warn a guy next time.”
She peered up at him. “You didn’t like it?”
He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto her back on the carpet. Then he joined her on the floor. He hung on all fours above her, pure male animal, his knees bracketing her hips. “I didn’t say that. Lose the panties.”
Somehow she shimmied the stretchy lace off.
Jack’s eyes never left hers as he moved between her thighs. He levered himself over her, matching them groin-to-groin. Lining up his cock, he shoved himself into her in one hard thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jack. Warn a girl next time.”
He smiled. He was still smiling as he kissed her. And kissed her until she could barely remember how her mouth felt without his all over hers.
The heat from his body sent prickles of pleasure dancing across her skin. The ends of his hair tickled her neck as he kissed her. Her entire being was primed to blow sky high and Jack wasn’t moving. At all.
Keely traced the sides of his torso, circling around to squeeze his buttocks, hoping to urge him on.
He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Put your hands above your head and keep your legs right where they are.”
“Bossy much?”
“Do it.”
She arched, forcing her lace-covered breasts against his hot chest as she slowly swept her arms up.
Jack threaded their fingers together, pressing their joined hands into the carpet and let his full weight rest on her.
Oh man, that felt good. Really, really good.
Then he began to move. A shallow stroke followed by a deep thrust. He studied her face, gauging whether he was pleasing her.
Boy-howdy he was definitely pleasing her.
His hips picked up speed. She marveled at the sheer strength of his body yet the tight control he maintained over it.
The continual friction of his pelvis rubbing over hers made her clitoris throb. Made her moan. Why wouldn’t he intensify the friction and send her screaming to that elusive point of ecstasy? Whenever she attempted to arch her lower body to increase the contact, he wouldn’t allow it.
“Jack. Please.”
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He lowered his face to hers. “No.” He kissed her again, in the deceptively lazy way she was beginning to crave. His mouth seduced. His body controlled.
Keely thought she’d lose her mind. The scrape of the carpet on her backside. The damp heat of Jack on her front side. The coiling sensation inside her womb as he rocked into her. The single-minded way Jack kissed her, as if sex was just a byproduct of those deliciously addicting kisses.
After she relaxed into him, giving him the control he’d demanded, he tensed and fucked her harder.
Faster. Deeper.
Her midsection tightened. Keely arched hard. This time, Jack let her grind against him. “Don’t stop.
I’m so close. Like that…yes!”
The pulsing, throbbing, mind-scrambling orgasmic goodness increased exponentially when Jack sucked on her neck. He zeroed in on the magical spot that brought forth her nearly rapturous moan, which would be embarrassing if it weren’t so amazing he’d immediately discovered the secret spot that always set her off.
Jack slowed his strokes as he came in a drawn-out grunt. His cock pulsed inside her and her vaginal muscles automatically clamped down to prolong his orgasm.
After she’d regained her bearings, Keely blinked at him. “Whoa.”
He murmured, “Welcome back, cowgirl.”
“I don’t know if I wanna come back. That was a damn spectacular place to be.”
Jack gifted her with a cocky smile and released her hands, but didn’t move off her. She touched his face, tracing the start of his hairline. The twin slashes of his dark eyebrows. His nose. His cheekbones. That strong sexy jawline.
“What are you thinking?”
“I can’t believe how much I wanted to punch this fine-looking mug earlier today.”
He chuckled. “I can’t believe you didn’t just haul off and do it.”
“Hey. I do have some impulse control.”
“Pity. I was hoping to see you lose all control.”
Keely feathered her thumb across his well-kissed lips. “If anyone can make me lose total control, it’s you, Jack Donohue.”
Jack caressed and kissed her until she sighed pure contentment. “So no regrets?”
“For the rockin’ sex? Hell no.”
His left eyebrow quirked. “Regrets about something else?”
Yes. That this is temporary and you’ll probably shatter my heart into a billion pieces when this
charade is over.
“Keely?” he prompted.
“Maybe.”
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“That’s not an answer.”
“I know.”
Keep it light
. “The answer will have greater…benefits if you can guess what I regret.”
His eyes darkened at her challenge. “You regret bending over a haybale in Daisy Duke short shorts at age sixteen and teasing me with a glimpse of your sweet ass cheeks?”
“Nope. I did that because you were lookin’ for a cheap thrill and I am an accommodating girl. Try again.”
He nipped the tip of her nose. “Smartass. You regret dating my brother.”
“Huh-uh. Dating him forced me to acknowledge what I didn’t want in a long-term relationship. Try again.”
“Regrets about the threesome?”
“Which one?”
Jack half-snarled, “You’ve had more than one?”
“No. I like hearing that jealous growling sound. Damn, Jack. That is sexy as hell.”
“You teasing me?”
“Yep. I figure what goes around, comes around. You did your share of teasing me. Like when I stayed at your folks’ house over Christmas break? You never put on more than a skimpy towel after you showered. You wanted me to salivate over this hunkalicious body.”
He smirked. “Maybe. I don’t regret it.”
“Me either. But you did try to torpedo my relationship with Justin.”
“Not for any reason beyond he would’ve been miserable married to you.”
Ooh. That stung. Just when things were going so well. Keely turned her face away.
Jack wrapped his fingers around her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Let me clarify before you jump to conclusions. Justin would’ve been miserable because you’re too much woman for him to handle.
Don’t deny you would’ve run roughshod over him. You’d be bored with a man you had total control over.”
“Probably.” She poked him in the chest. “We’re getting off the topic here. You were supposed to be trying to guess what I regret.”
An unholy gleam lit Jack’s face. “You regret not blowing me first thing tonight. You’re in luck. I’m more than ready to let you make it up to me now.”
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“It’s hard for me to blow you when your dick is still inside me.”
Jack kissed her impudent mouth. “Be right back.” He eased out and pushed to his feet, feeling her eyes roving over his backside as he strolled to the bathroom.
He tossed the condom in the trash and washed his hands. Beneath his primal satisfaction was a hint of guilt. As long as he’d fantasized about Keely McKay, nailing her on the floor wasn’t his most suave moment.
Two knocks on the door. “Jack? You okay?”
“Yes.”
You impatient to get my cock in your mouth?
Crude, Donohue.
Keely pushed open the door. Her curvy frame was perfectly framed by the doorjamb. His eyes scanned her head to toe. She still wore those peep-toe fuck me pumps that belonged on a nineteen forties pinup model. Not that any model had anything on his naked cowgirl.
