All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(71)
The instant her breathing changed, Jack sealed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked.
“Oh God. Jack.”
He sucked harder.
“Yes. Like that.” Keely splintered in a dozen directions. Black and white spots ruptured behind her eyelids. Blood rushed like a raging river through her body. Her consciousness floated to another dimension—the whole nine yards of orgasmic satisfaction.
Oh man. She’d needed that. Bad. How had Jack known?
She cracked open her eyes and glanced down at him.
He suckled her * lips, together with her clitoris, one last time before releasing her.
“That was…mmm. A great surprise.”
“I couldn’t resist. I love going down on you.” He stretched up. “And we still have time to make it to the basketball game.”
“We?” She froze. Jack wanted to tag along to a social event with her family? She thought after the weekend in Milford he’d become a hermit.
“Makes me insane to sit here alone, knowing you’re watching a bunch of half-naked sweaty guys racing up and down the court.”
“My brother and my cousin Buck are two of the guys, so eww.” She slipped on a plain pink thong.
Out of underwear. Down to one bra. The red and green Christmas bra patterned with presents and sported a big red bow in the center of her cleavage.
Jack stared at her chest with that look. “I’m opening my present right when we get home.”
Wednesday night…
“You don’t have to come.”
“I want to come.”
Keely whirled around. “Why? So you can f*ck me in the men’s bathroom at the Golden Boot again?”
Jack beamed his cocky grin. “No. But if you ask me real nice I’ll consider it.”
“Pervert.”
“Sticks and stones, cowgirl.”
Argh. “You hate darts.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You hate country bars.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You can’t deny you hate country music, which is all they play at this country bar.”
“True. But watching your fine ass in skintight denim as you’re bending forward to throw a dart?”
Jack’s gaze redefined lewd. “Buttercup, I doubt I’ll hear anything over the pounding in my heart.”
“You mean the blood pounding in your groin,” she shot back.
“That too. You bring out the beast in me.”
How well she’d learned that. Twice.
Keely retreated to the bedroom, flashing back to last night.
The frantic call from India, begging her to drive out to the Sky Blue manufacturing plant and pick up three boxes of lotion she’d forgotten to stock. Poor pregnant India had babbled about an A.A. meeting, Colt helping Trevor and Edgard, and her sweet baby Hudson being a brat. Keely assured her frazzled and highly hormonal sister-in-law she’d take care of it.
Oddly enough, Jack had volunteered to ride along. Odder yet, after loading up the boxes he hadn’t seemed eager to leave. He and Kade shot the breeze, while Keely heard all about Eliza’s preschool. Peyton and Shannie, not to be outdone, talked a mile a minute about the new kitties in the barn.
Once they’d started home, Jack demanded the price for his help: fulfillment of his fantasy of f*cking in her truck.
After they’d parked in a secluded turnout, Jack was on her—all possessive, challenging male. He sprawled in the passenger’s side and bid her to masturbate for him. Slowly. As soon as she got off, he hauled her onto his lap. She bounced and ground on his cock; he focused his full oral expertise on her nipples. Pinching, sucking, licking. Even the biting wound her arousal tighter.
Jack gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, pounding into her cunt forcefully. His orgasm was hot and wet and messy and it sent Keely spiraling into subspace.
As she drifted back, she was vaguely aware of Jack toying with her *. Teasing those blood rich nerve endings with the rough pad of his thumb. Then something slick slid into her anal passage.
“Relax,” he murmured against her throat.
“What the f*ck did you just shove up my ass, Donohue?”
“Anal beads. The small set.”
“You have more than one set?”
“I told you I planned on shopping for new sex toys. Does it feel good?”
“No.”
“Liar.” He nibbled her ear. “You’re wearing them until I take them out.”
Excitement unfurled in her belly. But she couldn’t give into him so easily. “And if I say no?”
“You won’t.”
She squirmed in her seat on the drive back to Sundance. Jack ignored it. In fact, he barely looked at her until they were in the apartment.
But when Jack looked at her? Man oh man. Gone was the sophisticated, charming architect. The man who’d loomed over her was primitive male. Wild. Intent on conquering, claiming and marking his territory.