The Bride (The Bride #1)(13)

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Jake



“That was fun!” Janet had her hand on my leg, on my thigh. Pretty high up on my thigh actually.

We were driving on the highway after dinner and some country line dancing. This being our first date since the wedding, I wanted to step my game up. Jefferson had this new country western bar for people who liked to drink hard and dance hard.

Tonight Janet was one of those people. She’d decided for our first real date since Sam had died that tequila was a good idea. I had fun watching her dance moves slowly digress until she found herself stepping right when everyone else was sliding left.

It was just after eleven, but it had definitely been time to call it a night. Right now she was fun drunk Janet. I knew from experience that one more shot and she would transition to difficult drunk Janet.

However, this is where the situation got tricky. If I took her back to the bunk house for some drunk sex—and drunk sex with Janet was fun because she tended to loosen up a little more in bed—there was no way she was going to be able to drive home.

The new rule was she wasn’t allowed to stay over in the house.

I understood. Ellie knew Janet, but to have her in the house in the morning when Ellie was doing her morning thing would be weird.

But if I took Janet home back to her parents’ place, then no drunk sex.

“I want you so bad, Jake Talley,” she said, leaning over the truck’s console. She actually bit my ear.

Yep. Fun drunk Janet and sex.

Decision made, I took the exit for Long Valley. The problem was as soon as I pulled up to the house and was about to explain that we needed to use the bunk house, Janet was already out of the truck and heading up the front porch. She opened the front door, which wasn’t locked, and walked right in.

A few things went through my mind.

One, Ellie needed to lock the door when she was home at night. Yes, Long Valley Ranch was in many ways quite literally in the middle of nowhere. But the guys from her school presumably knew where she lived. Guys who knew she no longer had a father to protect her.

What would they think of me? Sure I was the husband, but I had spent Saturday night out with my girlfriend.

They would know that too. They would all know I was still with Janet, which meant Ellie was out here by herself. Unprotected.

I didn’t like that. Hell, I didn’t like this guy Riley and I hadn’t even met him.

I didn’t look too closely at it. Ellie was basically a little sister. What older brother wouldn’t be protective? It’s because I knew what guys, especially seventeen-year-old guys, thought about.

We wanted pussy. All we wanted was pussy. And we wanted to tell as many guys as we could when we got pussy, that we’d had pussy.

I never told any of the guys when Dinah and I finally did it my junior year. My father had drummed that much manhood into me.

But I’d wanted to. Which was so stupid in hindsight.

So I knew Riley wanted Ellie and I knew Ellie was vulnerable right now. Not a good combination. I was going to have to change that. Make sure she was more protected.

Because she was mine now.

My second thought was how Janet could be in the living room right now with Ellie, who was probably in her tank top and pajama bottoms watching television.

Fun drunk Janet walked into Ellie’s house thinking she could, because she was my girlfriend. I needed to hustle her out of there fast. Especially since I knew Ellie wasn’t exactly her biggest fan.

I jogged up the steps of the front porch and followed Janet inside. She was in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. Her cowboy boots on the arm rest.

Thankfully, Ellie was not there to see her. Hopefully she was sound asleep in her room. Oblivious to any noise.

“Janet, this is not cool,” I said as I picked up her ankles and turned them so her boots were on the rug and not on the furniture. “This is not your house.”

“No, but it’s yours now isn’t it?” She was twirling a finger in her hair, trying to look seductive. It was working. Then again, anything would. It had been a few weeks of stress and sadness and I wanted to get laid.

I could feel my dick getting hard and thought I had maybe two or three rounds in me before I had to drive her home. Because while letting her stay over in the bunk house wasn’t technically breaking the rule… I still didn’t like the visual.

Because Ellie was right. It wasn’t fair. I got to have sex. She didn’t because I said so. The last thing I needed to do was rub it in her face.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We’ll head over to the bunk house.”

Janet sat up. “Why? You have a room here. In fact it looks like we’re all alone now. You know that thing that I never do that I know you really like…”

She was leaning forward and reaching for my belt. That thing she hardly ever did but I really liked was a blow job.

Fun drunk Janet was undoing my belt and running her tongue around her lips as if she was about to give me a blow job in the living room.

Now I was rock hard, but I had to stop this.

“Janet stop,” I said, trying to push her hands away from undoing the buttons on my jeans.

“Why? You know you want it. I can see your hard peen.”

Janet called my dick a peen, her nickname for penis. It was one of the more annoying things about her when it came to sex.

Call the damn thing what it was. A cock, a dick, an erection, a penis.