Short Rides (Rough Riders #14.5)(47)

“You are reaching, buddy.”


Doc Monroe walked over with the baby bundle. “She weighed in at seven pounds, fourteen ounces and she’s twenty-three inches long.” She handed Jack the baby. “What’s her name?”


Jack looked at Keely. “Katie McKay Donohue.”


The medical personnel picked up their stuff and they were gone.


“Let me hold her,” Keely demanded.


“In a second.”


“Are you gonna hog this baby too?”


“Probably.”


Two months later…


Jack came up behind Keely and wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. “Hi.”


“Hi, yourself, handsome. What’s up?” She rubbed her ass into his groin. “Besides your cock?”


He chuckled. “That’s always your fault.”


“The girls are down?”


“Mmm-hmm. Sleeping like the precious angels they are—until devil child Katie screams like a banshee and wakes them both up.” Jack angled her head to the side and continued kissing her neck. “So we have a little time.”


“To do what?”


“To mark the special occasion by getting naked.”


“Oh? Are you talking about the all clear from the doc to resume sexual relations with my husband special occasion?”


“Not just that special occasion, smart mouth. Although that is a happy coincidence.” He nuzzled the back of her head, breathing in the lilac scent of her shampoo. “I started the fireplace in the living room. Poured two glasses of red wine. Turned on a CD of that sappy goat-yodeling music you love so much.”


“Geez, GQ. Did you roll out a bearskin rug too?”


“Damn. I knew I forgot something.” He tugged on her earlobe until she hissed. “Come on, cowgirl. Let me be romantic and seduce you instead of throwing you on the tile right here in the kitchen and banging your brains out.”


Keely faced him. Kissed him. Twined herself around him. “I prefer the hard bang after nine weeks and four days of no bang. But I’ll indulge you and let you make sweet, sweet love to me. Let me grab the condoms.”


Jack froze. “Condoms? Really?”


“Yes, really.”


“But…I hate condoms. We haven’t used them in years.”


She drilled her finger into his chest. “Suck it up. No glove, no love. I’m not kiddin’, Jack.”


“How about if I pull out?” he asked hopefully.


Keely growled at him. “Do you want to get laid tonight or not?”


“Fine. Condoms it is.”


Jack did an awesome job seducing her—if he did say so himself. Making her come twice before he got started on the main event. And yeah, it hadn’t been too bad wearing a condom after Keely had used her mouth to put it on.


They both were too far gone, too desperate to reconnect for slow and steady to last very long. Each hard thrust into Keely’s hot, wet cunt sent him closer to the edge. Her breathy moans in his ear. Each lift of her hips as she met him thrust for thrust. Then Jack was there, falling headlong into the hot wash of pleasure he only got from being body to body, skin to skin, heart to heart with the woman who owned him. The woman who loved him and gave him more joy in his life than he ever imagined possible.


After he’d regained his ability to think, and after he’d kissed Keely so thoroughly his cock was on board for round two, he eased out of her.


That’s when Jack saw the condom had broken.


He must’ve worn a horrified look, because Keely pushed up on her elbows and said, “What’s wrong?”


“Uh. You did get that condom on all the way, right?”


“For cryin’ out loud, I know how to put on a…omigod the goddamned condom broke?”


“Apparently.”


Silence.


Then Keely got right in his face. “So help me God if you got me pregnant again Jack Donohue, I’ll—”


Jack gave her a smacking kiss on the mouth. “You’ll what? Stop having sex with me? Not likely. You won’t adore another baby like you adore the two beautiful babies we already have? Not likely.”


“You are a sweet-talkin’ man even after you got your pole polished? Wow. I’m one lucky broad.”


He grinned. “You have to admit we’ve got this baby-making thing down.”


“Well, practice does make perfect, and we’ve gotten in a lot of practice over the years.”


Jack touched the side of her face. “Would you be upset if…?”


“Your supersonic sperm reached the goal once again?” Keely shook her head. “We tried to do the responsible thing. If it happens, it happens.”


“So we can skip the condoms for round two?”


“Nice try, but not a chance in hell.” She tossed him another condom. “This one is all on you.” She kissed him and rested her forehead against his. “Happy anniversary, Jack.”