All Jacked Up (Rough Riders 8)

“Am I wet enough to take full dictation?”

“Yes. Goddamn, Keely you’re making me crazy.”

“Good.” She slanted her mouth over his and sank down on his c**k to the root.

She rode him hard. Her tits bounced sexily as she dangled above him, her head thrown back.

Repeating the motion and the rhythm, bringing them both to the edge.

Jack grabbed a handful of her ass and directed her to pump her hips faster. He couldn’t hold back and as his balls tightened. The combination of arching his pelvis the same time as her cunt muscles clamped down on his shaft made him shout until his throat hurt.

A blank sense of peace floated over him.

Sweet kisses roused him. He flipped his eyes open. Shit. Had Keely come?

She pressed her forehead to his. “To answer the question I see in your eyes, yes, I got off. You didn’t leave me wanting. You never leave me wanting, Jack.”

“That’s a relief. I sort of blacked out there at the end.”

“Exactly what I was aiming for.” Three more flirty kisses and Keely smiled against his cheek. “Bed christening complete.”

Saying thank you seemed lame and pathetic, but he muttered it anyway.

“My pleasure. Next go around let’s break in the reclining chair in your living room. Oh, and for that one? I’ll want you to wear a brown suit coat. And the Scooby Doo boxers.”

Keely insisted on driving her truck to the hotel, mumbling about getting stuck in the city without a means to escape.

After they’d checked in, Jack donned a different suit. It amused him to see Keely fussing as she readied herself for the cocktail party. She rarely primped—she didn’t need it, she always looked utterly breathtaking—but she took extra time with her makeup.

She sighed. “Should I put my hair up?”

He moved behind her in the big bathroom mirror and kissed her shoulder. “No. Your hair is beautiful the way it is.”

“Beautiful? It’s stick straight and boring and—”

“Perfect. Leave it. I love it.”

“You do?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Fine. What about my makeup? Should I add more eyeliner?”

“Keely. Stop. Breathe. Buttercup, you look terrific.”

She inhaled and let the breath out slowly. “I’m nervous.”

“Why? This is no different than Milford. You did fine there. Better than fine. Just be yourself.”

As Jack walked out of the bathroom, he thought he heard her mutter, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

The banquet room was packed and the cocktail party was in full swing when Jack and Keely entered.

She refused a drink, as the choices were only red or white wine.

Once his colleagues noticed them, they were swarmed. The men wanted a closer look at Keely. The women were sizing her up as well, which increased Keely’s nervousness. She kept tugging at her dress and fiddling with her hair.

Ten minutes into the social bullshit, the moment Jack had been waiting for arrived: Baxter and Martine approached them.

Baxter stuck out his hand. “Jack! Good to see you, buddy. We must’ve missed each other during the seminars.”

Jack returned Baxter’s vigorous handshake. “Good to see you too, Baxter. I made a couple of the morning sessions, but Keely was due in this afternoon so I’m afraid I skipped out.” He placed his arm around Keely’s shoulder, urging her forward. “Baxter, this is my fiancée, Keely McKay. Keely, Baxter Ducheyne, my former business partner.”

Keely smiled offered her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine. Allow me to introduce my wife, Martine.”

Martine offered her manicured fingertips. “Kelly. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to chat later.”

Then Martine’s lipsticked mouth bestowed a tight-lipped kiss on each of Jack’s cheeks. “Jack. Darling.

How marvelous to see you. You’re looking devilishly handsome as ever.”

Jack ground his teeth at Martine’s mispronunciation of Keely’s name. He managed a civil smile.

“You’re looking…rested.”

Baxter chuckled.

Martine allowed a brittle laugh and addressed Keely. “Isn’t this awkward. I’m sure Jack told you about our past relationship. Whenever our paths cross and he’s so cool, I realize I miss the divine compliments he used to lavish on me.”

He withheld a snort. Lavish. Right.

Keely blinked innocently at Martine. “You and Jack had a fling? Really?” She half-elbowed Jack in the gut. “Seems someone forgot to mention that tidbit to me.”

Martine’s eyes narrowed first at Keely, then at Jack, as if she couldn’t believe she hadn’t rated mention.

Jack leaned over to brush a soft kiss on Keely’s temple. “Sorry, sweetheart. We’ve been preoccupied, haven’t we?”

“Yes, we were all quite shocked to hear the playboy had been caught.” Martine’s gaze lingered on Keely’s midsection. “I assume since the engagement was so quick, a hurry-up wedding is to soon follow?”

That bitch thought Keely was pregnant. Jesus Christ. How had he ever been attracted to her? The woman was an absolute nightmare. “No, we haven’t actually set a date. Next year, maybe. She’s wearing my ring. That’s what matters to me.”

“Oh, yes, let me see the ring,” Martine cooed.

Keely held out her left hand.

Martine scrutinized the diamond. “Lovely. What is it? About seven carats?”

“Nearly eleven,” Jack said. “A daily reminder that Keely ranks above a perfect ten in my eyes.”

Keely swallowed hard. To anyone else it’d appear she was overcome with emotion, but Jack knew she was choking back a snort of disbelief.

“A Tiffany creation?” Martine asked.

“No, Harry Winston.” Might be petty, but he knew that’d grate on Martine. She’d always dropped hints about wanting jewelry bearing that exclusive name and he’d never indulged her.

“I hope you’ll accept my sincerest congratulations,” Baxter said. “It’s good to see you smiling again, Jack.”

“Yes, thank you. I have quite a bit to smile about these days. We’ll see you later.” He steered Keely away.

When they were alone, Keely said, “You actually f**ked her? Dude. Did her forked tongue feel exceptionally good on your dick or something?”

Jack grinned. “She didn’t ‘do’ that more than once, if I recall. My taste has improved markedly, hasn’t it?”