All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(62)

Keely’s * convulsed around his cock, every rhythmic pull brought him deeper into her slick feminine heat. He couldn’t stop pumping his pelvis because her climax triggered a second one for him.


Holy f*ck. That’d never happened before. He let his head fall back as he rode out another set of hot pulses.


His mind blanked. Finally the drip drip drip of the faucet and the tick tick tick of the heater roused him, the sounds mingled with their broken breaths.


Jack eased out and Keely’s legs buckled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her upright.


“I’ve got you.” He stroked her hair, soothing her. Petting her until she found her equilibrium. “You okay to get dressed now?”


“Um. Yeah.”


As Jack righted his own clothes, he considered apologizing to her for his obsession with needing to nail her, right f*cking now, in a bathroom of a honky-tonk. But Keely didn’t appear to have any regrets.


God knew he didn’t. He kissed the back of her head and whispered, “You need help?”


“I don’t know. I just…” Her body shook. “Jack. We’re gonna kill each other if we keep this up.”


That was putting it mildly. “I know.”


“It freaks me the hell out.”


“Me too. Come on, let’s go home.”


Chapter Fifteen


Keely gazed at the vast nothingness. Dirt in shades of orange, tan and dusty gray. Scraggly trees. An endless horizon with mountains too far away to trust the vista would improve.


And people thought Wyoming was ugly? Had they ever been outside Milford, Utah?


“I heard that sigh.” Jack rubbed his rough thumb across her knuckle. “You okay?”


No. As strange as it was to be heading into Jack’s territory, so to speak, convincing his clients they were madly in love, it was stranger yet to be holding Jack’s hand. Just because they both wanted to. Or maybe they needed to.


After the “bathroom incident” Jack had started acting proprietary all the times, not just in public. Part of her believed his response was in preparation for this event. Another part understood Jack had staked an invisible claim on her. A claim he wasn’t ready to verbally own up to even when he’d physically left his mark on her.


Keely had no clue how to feel about that.


After she’d returned home from the bar that night, Jack whisked her off to bed. His solicitous caresses lulled her to sleep.


Then last night, he’d picked up dinner and they’d detailed the Milford trip. Afterward, he coaxed her into wearing a hat as she rode him cowgirl style on the couch. The sexy, fun romp had shown a playful side of Jack. When they’d tucked themselves in for the night, Jack insisted on twining his body around hers.


It was enough to make a girl think he loved her.


It was enough to make a girl fall completely in love with him.


Only a foolish girl would believe this situation is more than a business arrangement. Once you both have what you want, the Jack and Keely show will be over forever.


Keely didn’t consider herself a foolish girl, but she’d never been so confused about love before, mainly because she’d never been in love like this. It scared her to death.


“We’re about twenty miles out,” Jack said.


“Please tell me the topography improves.”


“Not even slightly. They set a town in the middle of this because there’s water nearby and the railroad goes through.”


“I know why my great-great grandfather landed in Wyoming territory. Being tied to the land for generations is an incentive to stay. But what would make someone move to Milford now?”



“Why do people move to Sundance?” he countered.


“Not many do. They’ve got more money than God and can afford the outrageous land prices, and don’t have to rely on earning a living locally.”


“That’s a harsh assessment for your beloved hometown.”


She shrugged. “It’s true. We are reverse snobs. Any of those ‘new-age’ types who try and gain a foothold in the community have a hard time. Most don’t stick around long. We don’t like change. We like our guns, we like our beef, we like the money from coal and oil. We like to challenge anyone who tries to take it away from us. If you don’t embrace all that is our western way of life…well, we ain’t got time for ya.”


Jack tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “So when Henry asks where we’re going to live after we’re married, you’ll say…?”


“We’ll split our time between Colorado and Wyoming for now, but after we start having babies, we’ll settle in Sundance because it’s a good place to raise kids and I have lots of family around the area.”


He shot her a sideways glance. “That sounded a little rote.”


“That’s because it’s what you want me to say.”


“It’s not what you’d say?”


“Nope.”


“What would you say?”


“I’d say it didn’t matter where we lived because anywhere you are is my home.”