All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(37)

“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.”


Chapter Nine


“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 f*ck me pumps that belonged on a nineteen forties pinup model. Not that any model had anything on his naked cowgirl.


“Ooh, I’m intrigued by that bad boy grin you’re sportin’.”


“It’s all for you.”


Keely’s gaze dropped to his erection and zoomed back up to his eyes. “Before I get to that, I need your help taking my shoes off. I lose my balance when I try.”


“You want to do it in here?”


“No. My bedroom.” She turned, flaunting her tight, round, perfect little ass. Talk about losing his balance. Jack almost tripped over his goddamn tongue. He grabbed four condoms from his shaving kit and followed her.


Her room was completely dark, except for a dim lamp on the dresser. Jack flipped the light switch, flooding the room with light.


“So much for mood lighting,” she muttered.


“But better for me to see all of you. Bend over, put your palms flat on the mattress and spread your legs shoulder width apart.”


When it appeared Keely might argue, he merely raised his eyebrow in challenge.


She obeyed.


Jack moved in behind her, setting his hands on her hips. He traced the contours of that marvelous ass, making a couple thorough passes over the same sensitive section of skin just to see her tremble. His hands followed the line of her thighs until he fell to his knees between her feet.


Using a rough-tipped finger, Jack teased the swell of her butt cheeks past the ticklish crease of her knee, down her muscled calf to the barrier of her shoe. Then he repeated the method on the other side. As he tantalized her inner thighs with butterfly-soft touches, he caught a whiff of her sex, softening, moistening for him. His eager, demanding cock slapped his belly.


“Jack—”


“Be still.” He had no intention of letting her off easy. He replicated his effort on her legs with his hot, wet tongue.


“I thought you were helping with my shoes.”


“I’m a Jack of all trades.”


Keely groaned.


Jack circled his hand around her left ankle. “Lift up.”


She shifted. He tugged on the spike heel and the shoe popped off her foot. He kissed her anklebone and her instep before gently replacing her foot on the floor. She wiggled her toes into the carpet and sighed.


“Much better.”


“Good. Other side.” Her right foot received the same meticulous treatment.


“My feet thank you.” Keely looked at him curiously when he remained kneeling on the floor.


“What?”


“Sit on the bed facing me.”


“Jack—”


“Do it.”


Keely bounced she hit the mattress so fast. “I knew you’d be demanding and controlling.”