All Jacked Up (Rough Riders 8)

“What’s going on next weekend?”

“Convention in Denver.”

Keely scowled. “First I’ve heard of it. A lot has happened. You can’t expect me to remember all of it.”

I’ll remember all of it. The way you taste first thing in the morning. The sweet scent of lilacs surrounding me last thing before I drift off at night. Your eyes glaring at me with anger. Your eyes devouring me with hunger. Your laugh. Your determination. The unquestioning love you have for your family. The way you make love with your heart and soul as well as your body. I’ll never forget any of that.

“Jack?”

“I swore I told you. This is our annual Professional Preservationist’s Society meeting; it just happens to be in Denver this year. I’ve already booked us a suite at the Adam’s Mark downtown.”

“When would I have to be there?”

“By six o’clock Friday night for a cocktail party and a dinner.”

“Will we have separate hotel rooms?”

Jack got right in her face. “No. Way. You will be in my king-sized bed all weekend.”

Something shifted. Keely reached out and fiddled with his collar. “Did you miss the sex the last two days?

“No, I missed sleeping with you.” Jack slid his hand up to cradle her beautiful, but strangely sad face.

“Did you miss it?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t like Keely not to elaborate. So he took it upon himself to fill the void. “I was so horny I had to whack off. Twice.”

She blinked with surprise. “You did?”

“First thing in the morning I relived our first shower. How amazing it felt shoving my c**k in your mouth. How hot it was seeing my come on your face.”

“What about the second time?”

“The second time I thought about all the positions we haven’t tried yet. Sixty-nine. Reverse cowgirl.

Or in your truck, which is a personal fantasy of mine, believe it or not.”

“A truck fantasy, GQ? How rural.”

“And it’s a crude and lewd fantasy too.” He crowded her. “My dick buried in your hot little ass was the visual that sent me over the edge. Imagining you on your hands and knees with those sexy butt cheeks spread wide. Watching my dick disappear into that tightly puckered pink hole. You’re not a virgin to anal sex, but I’ll bet my c**k is bigger than anything you’ve had. The thought of how hot and tight you’d be as I rammed into your back door. Jesus, Keely, I shot all over my hand. And I used the come to get myself off again, imagining you still bent over as I whacked off all over your ass. Seeing my come sliding down the crack of your butt and running into your ass**le.”

Lust glittered in her eyes. “Graphic much?”

“You love it.”

“I do, but that’s three times you jacked off, not two.”

“I wanted to see if I could get you so hot and bothered just from the verbal description of what I want to do to you that you forgot to count.” He feathered his lips over hers, testing her response.

And there it was. Keely’s hungry, unabashed need. Giving him everything, holding nothing back, she was his equal in every way. He wanted her in every way.

“I want you, Keely. Right now. Up against the car.” Jack dragged his mouth down her neck, leaving sucking kisses.

Keely stepped back. Way back. “Huh-uh. I will let you f**k me in the men’s bathroom at the Golden Boot, but I draw the line at screwing outside the cemetery in Beulah.”

“Fine. But hold that thought until we get home.”

“If you’re lucky.”

Jack kissed her again. “I’m feeling very lucky.”

Could Keely spend another week with him? Without Jack figuring out she’d fallen in love with him?

Yeah. Don’t act like a complete freak like you’ve been doing all day. The no talking, no looking, no touching reaction is a dead giveaway. Fuck him, insult him and he’ll never guess anything has changed.

Even when everything had changed.

She filled the rest of the drive with stories of how she’d spent Saturday, a captive audience with April, Phyllis and Georgette. Shopping, lunch and a three-hour tour of the town. Fielding pointed questions about her religious affiliation. Fielding pointed questions about being a “working woman”. Fielding pointed questions about what it was like to be with a devastatingly handsome, completely charming, totally put together man such as Jack Donohue.

Jack preened when Keely relayed the women’s flattery.

“Of course, I couldn’t tell them you’re the ultimate package because in addition to your stunning good looks and mouth-watering physique, you have a big cock.”

“There’s my sarcastic cowgirl.”

“Miss me?” she cooed.

“Like an oozing canker sore.”

She laughed. “We’ve come a long way in three weeks, haven’t we?”

“Yes, and amazingly, with no knife wounds.”

They pulled into Sundance as the sun turned the hills bronze, reflecting gold across the valley, showcasing the beautiful landscape she’d never tire of looking at. Keely breathed deeply.

“Why the contented sigh?”

“Because I’m home. Every time I come back from a trip I realize how much I love this place and how I never want to leave it.”

“Never?”

“Never. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here. Why would I leave what makes me happy?”

He didn’t comment, but she hadn’t expected him to.

At the apartment, Jack dragged the suitcases upstairs. Then he dragged her straight into the bedroom.

“Keely.” He framed her face in his hands and blew her mind with an infinitely gentle kiss.

She didn’t let him speed race them to the next level of seduction. She kept kissing him. Wetly.

Deeply. Softly. Firmly. No rush; she wanted to savor him.

“Naked,” she murmured between flirty kisses. “Completely buck-assed nekkid. We’re usually in such a hurry we still have half our damn clothes on.”

Jack leisurely undressed her. She unclothed him with equal deliberation. He stripped away the quilt and eased her onto the mattress. Kissing a path down her body, he inadvertently tickled her bared flesh with his hair. Keely adored his too-long mop of glossy black. It fit him.

His mouth proceeded straight to her pu**y. He groaned and lapped at the wetness. “I could taste you for hours.”

“I’ll take you up on that another time. Right now, I need you.”