Short Rides (Rough Riders #14.5)(44)

Jack pulled back and looked down at her. “Feels like I’m making love to my wife after a long stretch of not making love to my wife.” He threaded his fingers through hers and pinned her arms above her head on the mattress. “Watch my face.” His hips began to move again, more forcefully as his cock shuttled in and out of her.


She could never get tired of looking at him. This stunning man who was perfect inside and out. Perfect because he got her.


“What’s wrong?”


“Not a damn thing. Just thinking that I missed seeing you like this, moving above me.”


“I missed it too. And you’re about to get your request for me to move faster.”


“Yes.”


He pulled out completely and thrust in fully on every stroke. It was glorious reminder how in tune they were with each other. Such a secret thrill to realize having a baby hadn’t changed this between them.


Her breath caught. So close.


“Come on, buttercup. Take me with you.”


The instant she felt the tingling in her groin, signaling her orgasm was about to start, she felt the other tingling sensation in her breasts. The one indicating that her milk was about to let down.



No. Not now.


Jack had switched into a pushup position, his pelvis grinding against her clit on every thrust, knowing that set her off.


But instead of an outstanding orgasm, Keely watched in silent horror as milk shot out of her nipples and coated Jack’s chest. Milk dripped back onto her even as more milk squirted out.


He stopped moving.


She’d immediately clapped her palms over her breasts to try and stop the spray.


Omigod omigod omigod this can’t be happening repeated on a loop in her brain. Her entire body flushed with mortification. “Get off me.”


“What?”


“I said get off me right now!” She shoved him at him.


Jack pushed upright. “Keely? What’s—”


She rolled off the bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.


Locking the door behind her.


Keely stepped into the shower and cranked it on cold, standing under the spray despite her chattering teeth, hoping the shock of icy water would shut down her milk ducts.


Don’t you mean your udders?


Some days she felt like nothing but a milk machine. And she really had become one tonight. A faulty one, spewing milk all over her husband. While they’d finally been...


She shuffled away from the streaming water, pressed her forehead to the shower wall and sobbed.


Was this really how it’d go? She couldn’t even have sex with her husband because if she orgasmed she’d do her Bessie the milk cow imitation all over him?


Despite the frigid temp of the shower, her cheeks still burned with shame.


Would Jack look at her breasts warily? Would he even touch them again?


She cried harder. Feeling such a sense of loss.


The water shut off.


“Keely—”


“I locked the goddamned door for a reason, Jack. Go away.”


“No.” His warm body covered hers. “At first I thought I’d hurt you when I’d picked up the pace.”


She shook her head. Made her feel even worse that he thought he’d hurt her and she’d just left him there.


“I’m not going anywhere. So if you want to stand here naked in the shower all night, that’s what we’ll do.”


She hunched her back away from him.


His mouth skated along the slope of her shoulder. “But I’d really like to finish what we started.”


“I already gave you one milk bath,” she snapped. “You wanna go for two?”


“Absolutely. If it means I get to be inside you.” He nipped the section of skin on her nape that made her knees buckle. “If it means I get to touch you, and look into your eyes so you see how much I love touching you. See how much I love you.”


Keely sniffled. “You are such a smooth-talking bastard.”


“Guilty. But that’s how you like me best. Will you turn around and look at me please?”


As soon as she did Jack was in her face.


“This kind of shit happens. And baby, we are married. We’re immune to each other’s bodily functions. So why did you freak out?”


“Because it’s embarrassing. And probably makes you never wanna touch my tits again.”


He cupped her breasts. “Wrong. I love your tits. It’s just right now they’ve got a bigger purpose than entertaining me.” He stroked his thumb over her nipple and she hissed. “See? You’re sore from nursing. I tried not to rub against them because I won’t add to your pain with something that’s supposed to give you pleasure. I’ll wait my turn until Piper is done with them.” He ran his fingers along her collarbone and up her neck. “There are lots of other places on your body I love to touch besides your tits. I could show you if you’d like, sexy wife.”


Keely started to cry again.


A panicked look crossed his face. “What did I say?”