The Best Man (19 page)

“Something like that. Perhaps I’d
had too much brandy.”

“What about Brad?”

“Oh, I knew he wouldn’t be rushing
back. We didn’t have a committed relationship at that point.”

“So I’ve heard,” Kitty muttered.

“Brad had been encouraging me to try
out an older man.”

“And Jared seemed like a prime
candidate to both of you.”

“Something like that. Destiny had
dropped him in our lap, and I’d always thought of him as quite virile, even
given his age.”

Kitty held in a cough.

“And I knew he’d seen me as a woman
before.” Susan squared her shoulders. “I’d paraded before him previously in my
negligee and bikini, when he and Jackson had visited. He never said anything,
but he didn’t have to. His arousal spoke louder than words.”

“So you thought you had him where
you wanted him when Jackson and Brad were both out.”

“Not quite.” Susan smirked. “He sat
on the living room couch and I flashed him.”

“You exposed a boob?”

Susan shook her head. “I lifted my
skirt and shimmied toward him. I wasn’t wearing panties.”

“No, I suppose they’d only get in
the way of your plans.”

Susan’s eyebrows drooped into a
frown. “He didn’t react. He watched me bring myself off. After I cleaned my
sticky fingers on his shirt, he stood. I thought he’d lay me on the floor, but
he merely brushed by me, opened the door and left. He never said a word. I was
so mortified.”

“I’m sure Brad must’ve been
surprised when he got back.”

“Most definitely. He tried all night
to make me feel better, but nothing he did could get that chuckling mustache
out of my mind. The bastard. And now he’s fucking my mother.”

“More age appropriate, I suppose.” Kitty
eyed her daughter carefully. “You’d better get used to that. And if you ever
make another play for Jared, I’ll scratch your eyes out myself.”

“Pull your claws back in, Mom. I’m
happily married. And even if I wasn’t, Jared Jacobs would be the last man I’d
ever try to seduce again.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“And now that I’m getting over the
shock,” Susan sighed heavily, “I can be pleased for you. Where do you think
this is going?”

Now it was Kitty’s turn to feel
uncomfortable. “Does it have to go anywhere?”

“You must be more interested than
usual to visit him at his ranch. I’ve only been there once. It’s beautiful,
nestled in the foothills. Oh,” Susan’s eyes widened, “you haven’t met Serena?”

Kitty’s arms chilled. “Who’s Serena?”

Susan shook her head. “She and her
husband work for Jared. I think Seth manages the ranch. And they have a
delightful little girl. I don’t remember her name.”

“Oh.” Kitty let out a breath she didn’t
realize she’d been holding.

“Isn’t it ironic,” Susan said,
sticking her tongue out, “you were worried I might’ve fucked Jared, and you
fucked Jackson.”

Kitty started. “You know that!”

“Of course. I knew that before you
walked me down the aisle at our wedding.” She smirked. “It’s not every girl who’s
given away by a mother who fucked the best man the night before!”

Kitty groaned. “Yeah, well, that was
not one of my finer choices.”

“I’m sure,” Susan said, rising to
fill their coffee cups. “I certainly hope the father is better in bed than the
son.”

“I’m not going there,” Kitty said,
recalling vividly that Jackson had said he’d fucked Susan. “I’m not one who
kisses and tells. So you’re going to be okay with me flying to San Diego?”

“Does it matter?”

Kitty saw the twinkle in Susan’s eyes
and grinned. “Not really, but it would be nice to know you’re not hating me for
it.”

“I’m not, Mom. I’d never hate you. And
if you and Jared can make something that’s lasting, that’d be wonderful. It’s
past time for you to find someone who tolerates you enough to actually set up
house with you.”

“That’s not what I’m after,” Kitty
sputtered, spilling her own coffee.

Susan handed her several napkins. “Sometimes
we don’t know what we’re after until it finds us.”

Kitty stopped soaking up the spilled
coffee to glare at Susan. “And when did you become a voice of wisdom?”

Susan smirked. “I may be younger,
but I’m not without experience. Besides, I’ve had you to watch all my life. You
inspire wisdom.”

“Right. I didn’t know I raised such
a bullshit artist.”

“It’s okay,” Susan said, gripping
her hand. “Thanks for everything, Mom. And I do want you to have fun. When you
see Jared, give him our best wishes. With you on his doorstep, he’ll need them.”

Kitty dug in her purse for her cell
phone. Instead she pulled out a brush and ran it through her curls, then
freshened her lipstick. She sat in the San Diego airport kicking herself for
not having called before she left Seattle. Jared could be halfway around the
world, for all she knew.

Or he could be buried under several
female bodies.

Letting out a deep sigh, she hit the
number on the cell phone. She’d come this far—she wasn’t about to turn back
now.

“Well, hello.” Jared’s deep voice
calmed her aching nerves. He probably had caller I.D.

“Hi,” she said, as lightly as she
could.

“I was wondering if you’d ever call.”

“Well, I am.” She hesitated. “I’m at
the airport.”

“O’Hare?”

She could hear his frown through the
cell. She shook her head. “Nope. San Diego International.”

“San Diego,” he gasped. “You’re
here. Son of a bitch.”

“Is that a good son of a bitch, or an
I wish you’d stayed in Chicago
son of a bitch?”

“I’m elated. Thrilled. Where are
you? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Terminal One, but I can get a hotel
if this isn’t convenient for you.”

“Nonsense. Damn, this is the best
news since…since I left Chicago. I’ll be there within the hour. How will I find
you? Are you wearing yellow?”

“Of course. Just for you. I’m
wearing a replica of that yellow shirtwaist dress we so thoroughly destroyed.”

His chuckle tingled in her ear. “That’s
fantastic. Are you wearing anything under it?”

“Jared, I’ve been flying. Of course
I’m wearing panties.”

“Ditch them.” His voice sank low. “If
not now, at least when you get to the ranch. I don’t want you wearing anything
that might impede us while you’re at the ranch.”

She chuckled. “House rules?”

“Ranch rules.”

“I’ll do my best,” she said sweetly,
“to follow your rules while I’m out here. After all, I am a guest. I wouldn’t
want to get into trouble while away from home.”

“You’re already in trouble for not
giving me more notice.”

“Did I catch you with your harem?”

“Not hardly. But I would’ve spruced
up the place if I’d known you were coming.”

“So I’m already in trouble,” she
teased, twirling strands of hair around her finger. “My rear is quivering with
anticipation.”

“Don’t go getting ahead of me,” he
growled. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye.”

“Bye,” she whispered into the phone.
She rose to her feet and headed toward the nearest restroom. She might as well
ditch the panties. She grinned. Maybe she should’ve called him before she’d
packed for the trip.

Kitty glanced quickly at Jared when
he brought the car to an abrupt stop on the u-shaped gravel driveway at the end
of which stood a classic low slung adobe ranch house with a tiled roof. To her
right were three smaller buildings and to the left was a long building she
assumed was a stable.

“What is it?” she asked, “Isn’t that
your house?”

“It is,” he growled. “I forgot the
damn carpet cleaners were coming this afternoon.”

She watched him stare across her
toward one of the out buildings. She followed his line of sight to catch a
glimpse of someone backing away from a curtain.

“Son of a bitch.” He gave her a
hungry look. He squeezed her bare thigh and gave her a curious smile. “You once
said you wouldn’t mind finding a horse stall. I hope you still don’t, because I’m
sure as hell not going to wait another four hours.”

His mouth crushed against hers. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagerly. His hand slid along her
thigh until it found her damp exposed pussy. His finger met with no resistance
as it drove home.

“Oh,” she moaned into his ear
rocking her pelvis. “I think…oh…I’d prefer the horse stall to this cramped
seat.”

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away from
her.

She clutched his hand and eased him
out slowly. “Too bad he can’t stay.”

“We won’t be long.”

They both clambered out of the car
and Jared grabbed her hand and dashed toward the stable. Glancing back at the
car, Kitty gave up on the idea of grabbing a bag. She turned back to focus on where
Jared was half leading, half dragging her, but not before she once again saw
movement behind a curtain in the building nearest the house. Someone was more
than a little curious about what they were up to. She didn’t care. She was so
hot for Jared they could fuck in front of a full coliseum, as long as they
fucked soon.

- o -

Jared pulled off his boots and
shucked his jeans as he watched Kitty slowly lift the yellow dress over her
head. Could she be even more beautiful than he remembered?

She handed him the folded dress. “Put
this somewhere safe,” she said, “I didn’t bring a replacement.”

He put the dress aside and stepped
out of his boxers. Her rounding eyes pleased him immensely. He drew her into
his arms; his cock nestled against her loins and she teased his nipples by
drawing hers across them. “I hope this isn’t too rustic for you,” he whispered.
“We don’t have an empty stall, but this tack room should work.”

“I love the smell of leather and
saddle soap,” she said, sliding her lips along his collar bone. “So now that we’re
here, what do you have in mind? We could just stand in place, I suppose.”

Jared shook his head.

“We could spread out several horse
blankets—though I suppose they’re quite smelly.”

“For good reason,” he said, shifting
his gaze from her to the corner.

Her gaze followed his. Her eyebrows
arched high. “We can’t...”

He caught the eager curiosity in her
tone as she considered the western saddle sitting on a small dummy horse. “Uhm.
The saddle has possibilities. Your feet will touch the floor.”

“Oh my,” she murmured. “I’m getting
the picture, if not the feel of it. Will it hold us?”

“Of course it will.” Jared quickly
pulled the dummy out into the center of the tack area, not giving Kitty much
chance to think.

“I’ll get on first,” he said,
throwing a leg over the saddle and settling back into its cantle. He stroked
his penis in case Kitty had lost track of what they were doing.

He watched her weigh the merits of
the saddle before she lifted a leg over the front of the saddle to face him. “I
thought western saddles had saddle horns,” she said, sliding along the saddle
and grabbing his cock with both hands.

“Some do. Some don’t. This one doesn’t.
It’ll work with or without. Now that we’re here,” he said, lifting a boob in
each of his palms, “do you have any more ideas?”

Kitty leaned over to kiss the tip of
his nose and then his mustache and then his mouth, all the while squirming her
crotch against his penis. If she didn’t do more for his cock damn soon, he’d
have to take control.

“Oh, this is so good,” Kitty cooed,
rising off the saddle and rubbing his penis along her pussy. She arched higher
on her toes and inserted the crown of his cock.

Jared tried to breathe evenly.

She winked at him. “Is this what you’ve
been waiting for?”

He nodded. “Haven’t you?”

She ran her tongue along her lower
lip and took more of him in. She paused, waiting. “When we dashed in here, I
felt like we were acting like a couple teenagers.”

“And now?”

“I never had it this good when I was
a teen.”

He watched her catch her breath and
lower herself a little farther down his shaft. She wobbled. He clasped her hips
to steady her. She raised her arms above her head and beamed down at him. And
then she raised her torso only to quickly slam down against his hips, taking
his full length in deep.

“Oh,” she groaned, rocking in the
saddle slightly. “I’ve missed this guy so much. And you’re right, this is an
incredible angle. You ready for your cowgirl to go for a ride?”

He nodded. “Any time you’re ready.” He
did like the fact she’d referred to herself as his cowgirl. Was that a slip? He
watched her close her eyes and slowly weave her body side to side and back and
forth, testing their joining.