All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(61)

“Keely and I are just friends. We were just dancin’.”


Keely whirled around. “Jack? What are you doin’ here?”


“Surprised to see me, buttercup?” He gave Michael a feral smile. “Get lost.”


The guy left skid marks he dashed off so fast.


“Oh. My. God. You did not just—”


Jack grabbed her, plastering their bodies together. He put his mouth on her ear. “I warned you. The only man allowed to touch you is me. That includes dancing. So make nice or I will make the rest of your night a living hell.”


“You don’t scare me.”


He chuckled. “Oh, cowgirl, that was the wrong thing to say.” He spun them and in the process slipped his thigh between her legs. Every time he moved, he ground the hard muscle into her *.


She hissed, “Stop it.”


“Why? You aren’t scared of me, remember? You aren’t scared if I keep this up I’ll make you come right out here on the dance floor?”


“Don’t.”


“You want it. Your body is quivering.” Jack nuzzled her cheek. “I feel your nipples poking into my chest. You’re excited. If I wiggled my hand into your jeans right now, would I find you wet?”


“Why are you doin’ this?” she demanded.


“Because I can. And you’ll be goddamn lucky if making you come out here is all I do to you tonight.”


In a fit of pique, Keely attempted to turn her head away.


Jack was having none of it. He forced her chin up and sealed his mouth to hers. She reacted as he expected: she fought him for five seconds and kissed him back with equal abandon.


Throughout the kiss and the slow dance he kept grinding his thigh into her clit. Rubbing back and forth the way that set her off. Her sex was fire hot riding his leg. His heart pounded as hard as hers.


Keely clenched her shaking thighs around his, a signal she was close to exploding.


He slid his leg away, allowing his lips to cling to hers for several heartbeats before he broke his mouth free.


“Jack. Please.”


“I will let you come on one condition.”


“What?”


“You will follow me as soon as this song is finished. No questions asked. No saying goodbye to your friends. Just you and me, Keely, settling this my way, however I see fit.”


“Yes.”


“Right answer.” Jack shoved his thigh back to where she most needed it. “Close your eyes. Feel the friction of the fabric on your clit. Is your * hot and throbbing? Wishing my cock was riding you instead of you riding my leg? Do you know how hard my dick is right now? You do that to me. Make me so f*cking hard I can’t see straight.” Jack’s mouth returned to her ear. “Come on me. I want you so wet and hot that you soak through your jeans and leave a wet spot on mine.”


She started to come and he swallowed her cry in another hungry kiss.


As Jack felt the pulsing and tightening of her cunt around his thigh, he clenched his quad harder, increasing the pressure. He stroked her hair. To anyone watching, they appeared to be a couple lost in a sweet moment.


Keely finally unlocked his leg, dropping her forehead to his chest as she tried to level her breathing.


The song ended. Jack led her off the dance floor, past the bar and down a deserted hallway. He checked both ways and dragged her into the men’s room. Better bet than the always-busy ladies room.


Inside, he flipped the lock.


Panic flitted through Keely’s eyes. “Jack—”


“Not a word.” He faced her body toward the door. In no time he unhooked her rhinestone belt and unzipped her jeans. Flattening his palm on her abdomen, he followed her damp mound until his fingers met creamy wetness. Fuck she was hot. He jerked her jeans out of his way. “Hands above your head.”


Jack loosened his pants and yanked his boxers to his knees. Pressing his left hand over her *, he angled her pelvis and aligned his cock. Her warm, wet heat beckoned him. He flexed his hips and impaled her.


“Oh God.”


“Fast and dirty, cowgirl.” Jack plunged in and out, gritting his teeth against coming immediately. The incessant pleasure of f*cking her was almost too much. “I wanted to ream your sassy little ass. But I’ll save that for when I have you bound, at my mercy.”


She whimpered.


Jack hammered into her without pause. Sweat dripping into his eyes. Snaking down his spine. His primal side urged him to use his teeth to mark her. On her shoulder. Her neck. So when she saw the symbol of his passion she’d remember who had the right to touch her. To pleasure her. He rotated his hand and stroked her clit with his middle finger.


“Yes. Don’t stop. Faster.”


She was so wet keeping hold of that slippery nubbin proved difficult. He curled his fingers and pinched her clit with his knuckles. Squeezing as his cock rammed into her.


Blessed release teased him. His muscles tightened from the base of his neck clear down between his legs, yanking his testicles up. He shot like a rocket. “Jesus, f*cking Christ.”