Short Rides (Rough Riders 14.5)

At least she’d had the phone with her.

Like that would matter now.

After he’d let himself inside, he wandered into the kitchen. He washed his hands and face, and eyed the butcher block for missing knives.

Then he wandered through the rest of the main level. Keely wasn’t in the bathroom, den, living room, dining room or out on the back deck. He scaled the stairs to the second floor. Not in the nursery. Or the other three bedrooms.

The door at the end of the hallway, which led to their bedroom suite, was shut.

Probably locked.

Too bad. He’d kick the damn door in if he had to.

But it wasn’t locked.

Jack stepped inside the moonlit room and froze when he saw Keely standing by the big bay window.

She wore a nearly see-through white cotton nightgown that made her look like a goddess in the moon’s silvery glow. The way her dark hair trailed down her back, the swell of her abdomen and the heavier weight of her br**sts only added fuel to the fire of lust burning inside him.

That’s when he knew what she needed—what they both needed.

He moved in front of her and trapped her gorgeous face in his hands, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Then his mouth crashed down on hers and he kissed her with every ounce of passion and hunger she aroused in him just by existing.

Keely didn’t deny his kiss or fight him, except to grab his shirt to pull him closer. They kissed crazily; mouths avid, bodies straining.

Jack herded her toward the bed. He broke the kiss, sliding his mouth to her ear. “Keely. I love you. So goddamned much. And I need you. Now. Like this.”

“Yes. God, please.”

He lifted the nightgown over her head. He filled his hands with her br**sts and teased her neck with open-mouthed kisses and tiny sucking bites.

She arched into him and moaned.

“Sit,” he ordered and inserted himself between her thighs. His hands followed the contour of her belly, amazed at how her body grew and changed every day. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Every inch of you.”

“Jack, I—”

He took her mouth again.

But sneaky Keely wrested control, her sensual kisses destroying him while she unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands raced over his torso, her fingers digging into his flesh. Then her mouth was on his chest, her tongue flicking his ni**les between soft, suctioning kisses.

His blood pounded so hard even his skin throbbed. Her every lick and nibble made him hiss.

Jack grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back. “Behave. My way. Or no way. Understand?”

“Bossy.”

He cupped the outer swell of her stomach and started a trail of kisses from her sternum, straight down her belly. Rubbing his razor-stubbled cheek across the roundness until she squirmed. “You are so f**king sexy when you’re pregnant.” Before she responded, he smooched her belly button and kissed his way down the lower curve of her abdomen, dropping to his knees. He spread her knees wide and jammed his tongue deep into her cunt, filling his mouth, his senses with her essence.

“Jack!”

He lapped at the sweet stickiness, swirling his tongue through her soft tissues. Giving her no respite as he drove her higher and harder with each suck and flicker of his tongue. “Come for me fast, cowgirl. So I can f**k you.”

“Then leave your mouth right there,” she panted.

Jack tongued her clit relentlessly. When her thighs went rigid, he fastened his mouth to the swollen nub and sucked with enough force his teeth pressed into her quivering flesh.

“Yes. Yes!”

He automatically looked up to watch her as she unraveled, but he couldn’t see over the baby bump. No matter. He could feel the strength of her orgasm pulsing against his lips. Those low-pitched groans of pleasure did it for him every f**king time, and his c**k jerked against his fly in anticipation.

Keely didn’t slump back on the bed and sigh when the last pulse faded. She curled her hands around his face. “You rock at that, GQ.”

He dragged an openmouthed kiss from one side of her belly to the other. Keeping his heated gaze on hers, he said, “Stand up.”

Soon as they were both upright Jack claimed her mouth again, twisting a handful of her silky hair around his palm. He maneuvered her against the wall. He let his lips drift on the underside of her jaw, stopping at her ear. “I want to f**k you hard. You all right with that?”

She nuzzled his cheek. “I’m always all right with that.”

“Turn around and brace yourself.”

Keely nipped his jaw hard enough he felt a bite of pain before her saucy, sassy tongue snaked out and soothed the sting. Then she spun around and waggled her ass at him.

Oh, she’d pay for that taunt.

Jack ditched his pants and boxers. Then he swatted her right butt cheek hard, keeping his hand between her shoulder blades when she emitted an indignant yelp. “That one is for whipping your boots at me.”

Her butt cheeks clenched; she knew he wasn’t done.

Jack smacked her left butt cheek. “That one is for throwing a flower pot at me.” Then he slapped both butt cheeks simultaneously, down low, where her ass curved into her thighs. “And that one is because I know how much you love me smacking your ass before I f**k you.” He aligned his c**k and filled her with one deep thrust.

Keely lifted her head and moaned. “Just like that.”

Tempting to deny her and stay balls deep in her tight, wet heat. Barely moving. He could come that way, never pulling out fully. It drove her crazy because it took longer to reach the detonation point, even when the explosion was always worth the wait.

But he wanted it hard, fast and without pause. Needing that adrenaline pumping though his body as he bottomed out in her soft cunt on every deliberate thrust.

He pulled out and rammed into her again. And again. Loving the sensation of her softness cushioning his pistoning hips as he pounded into her over and over.

“God, I missed this.”

“Me too.” His heart thundered. His pulse throbbed in his ears, his groin and his neck. It’d been ages since they’d gone at it this intensely; he wouldn’t be setting endurance records because it felt too goddamn good to stop and savor it. “Keely, I can’t—”

“Don’t hold off on my account, Jack. I already came once. Even if I don’t come again, I love it this way.”

His hands gripped her hips as he powered into her. His body urged faster. His brain...well, his brain wasn’t really functioning beyond convincing him his basic life need at that moment was to come.