Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(82)

Jack falling to his knees as he kissed the sweet curve of her belly. And down, over the dark hair covering her mound and down, zeroing in on her *. Spreading her pouty lips wide to reach her clit. Sucking. Licking. Making Macie cry out in ecstasy. Jack stood and whispered in her ear while plunging three fingers in and out of her wet slit until she came screaming his name.


Macie stretched out on the bed, watching as Jack whipped off his jeans. Then Jack straddled her, burying his face in her sopping cunt as his cock rammed in and out of Macie’s mouth. The slow easy rhythm built into a rush to the finish. Jack’s hips pumped faster into her face. Macie ground her sex harder into his. They climaxed simultaneously.


Macie sucked him deep and swallowed, but some of Jack’s come dribbled out the side of her mouth as she smiled. When Jack lifted his head, his face was shiny wet with her juices.


Jack flipped her on her belly and rammed his cock in her cunt as his fingers dallied with her *. After they’d both come again, he lubed up Macie’s tits and f*cked her there, while Macie’s vibrator was buried in her *.


She screamed Jack’s name again as her orgasm hit and he came on her face.


Then Jack took her ass. Twice. First with his cock. Then with the vibrator as he gave it to Macie from behind.


But that wasn’t the end. Jack tenderly cleaned Macie up, kissing her. Caressing her.


Sweet-talking her. Making Macie purr beneath his roving hands. And when she was heated up again, he f*cked her slowly, face-to-face, whispering in her ear. Making love to her mouth as his body made love to hers. Then they fell asleep curled in each other’s arms, smiles of satisfaction on their faces.


No wonder the sheets were rolled up. Hell, they’d probably worn holes in them and the mattress too.


But… Had he really seen that? Why hadn’t they asked him to join in? After all, it was supposed to be a three-for-all.


No, three’s a crowd.


The bottom line was: Carter couldn’t remember and that made him an idiot and a loser.


The very bottom line? If the images were reality, not the blurred imaginings of an alcohol stupor, Jack Donohue was a dead man.


Cash had something up his sleeve.


Gemma couldn’t put her finger on it, but he was acting…nervous. Which set her on edge. Cash was the most unflappable man she’d known. Well, he was even-keeled outside of the bedroom, at any rate.


She still hadn’t seen or heard from Carter McKay. Maybe should double-check to make sure Cash hadn’t killed him for the stunt Carter pulled.


Macie hadn’t been around so Gemma knew Cash’s anxiety didn’t have anything to do with his daughter.


Trevor? Why would seeing his old rodeo pal make him nervous? Hadn’t Cash invited Trevor to stay at the Bar 9? Cash wasn’t embarrassed to be working here, was he?


No. She noticed he’d taken pride in whipping the ranch into shape.


So, that meant his edginess had something to do with her. Fear settled in her chest.


Was he leaving?


Don’t be ridiculous. His daughter is here. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He likes the Bar 9. He likes you.


If he liked her so much maybe he could make love to her just one time with the damn lights on?


Shit. She could mope around all afternoon. Or she could do any one of the fifty jobs waiting to be finished at the Bar 9.


*


Trevor said, “I thought I’d stop up and say hi to her first, get a bite to eat before I came back here to the ranch and…”


Cash grunted. Part of him didn’t want to think about it.


“She doesn’t know?”


“No. I told you it’s a surprise.”


“What if it’s a surprise she don’t want?”


“She does.”


“Yeah? What if she says no?”


Cash tipped his head back and studied Trevor. “Will it bother you if she sends you packin’?”


He thought about it and said, “Probably not.”


“You know this doesn’t go beyond us, right?”


Trevor sighed. “I keep more damn secrets than you can shake a stick at, Cash.”


“Good. Then you know what to do?”


“Be a sad day in my life when I don’t.”


Carter didn’t see Jack’s rental car in the parking lot of the Last Chance Diner.


So who was the dark-haired guy Macie was chatting up at the counter?


Maybe Jack had left his car at Macie’s camper. And had spent all day hanging out with her. Talking to her, doing normal couple shit he hadn’t had time for lately.


Seething, Carter stormed inside.


The place was deserted. Good. Less witnesses for the bloodshed.


The dark-haired man had his hand on Macie’s arm. She was smiling at him. Smiling.



He couldn’t wait to plow his fist into the bastard’s face.


“Get your hand off her, Jack, or I’ll break it so you never draw another goddamn thing.”


Macie looked up at him, horrified. “Carter?”