All Jacked Up(49)
“So?” His thrusts picked up rhythm.
“Dammit Jack, stop. I can’t have an orgasm now.”
He grinned at her. “Wanna bet?” He fucked her without pause, using his teeth on her throat until she came gasping, cursing his name, which bizarrely enough, turned him on even more. Keely pulled his hair, her orgasm was so intense. He muffled his raw shout against her shoulder as hot burst after hot burst shot out the end of his dick.
That’s when he realized why the sex was so good.
“Shit. We forgot a condom.”
She blinked at him sleepily, wearing the sated expression of a well-fucked woman. “Hmm? What did you say?”
“No condom.”
“Oh. I’ll admit I prefer ridin’ bareback.”
“Me too. But—”
She pecked him on the mouth. Twice. “No worries. We’re safe. I’m on the pill.”
“You could’ve told me that last night.”
“We’ve been lovers less than twenty-four hours. It would’ve come up.” She shrugged and tried to cover a yawn. “Let me down so I can at least fix my hair so I don’t look like I’ve spent the last hour being fucked silly by you.”
“Good luck with that.” Jack withdrew and set her on her feet. “Do you want to go downstairs one at a time so they don’t suspect? Or can we walk in together?”
“It’s embarrassing to get caught screwing in my old bedroom as an adult when they never caught me when I was a stupid kid.”
Jack zipped his pants. “You never got caught?”
“No. But I caught them plenty of times and that wasn’t any less awkward.”
“Carson and Carolyn doing the nasty? I’m shocked.”
“Let’s just say I had no clue what a ball gag was until one weekend I came home from college for a surprise visit, and I saw one in my mother’s mouth and my father had her tied to a dining room chair.”
“Really? Maybe your dad can share tips about which brand is better, since I’ve often wanted to gag you.”
“Jack Donohue, don’t you dare bring it up! I swear to God, if you—”
He smashed his mouth to hers, cutting off her protest. But his kisses didn’t placate her. She pulled back and glared at him. “I’m not kiddin’.”
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Lorelei James
“Relax, cowgirl. I’ll behave. But I sure am hoping we’re sitting in the dining room.”
Carolyn McKay slanted them both a knowing look and blithely offered them a slice of peach pie.
Carson McKay’s glare could’ve set Jack’s hair on fire. But his grin for Keely was genuine adoration.
Mr. Tough Rancher was absolutely whipped for his daughter. Whipped.
Jack was beginning to understand the feeling.
“I see you cleaned up the barn again, girlie. Thanks. You and Rosa have a good ride?”
Keely wiped her mouth. “It was a great ride. We must’ve been gone three hours. I thought after all the party preparations and being around family yesterday you’d do something just the two of you?”
“Who’s to say we didn’t?” Carolyn winked. She addressed Jack. “Did your mother and Justin get off all right?”
“Yes. We had brunch before they started home. My mother was upset she’d ended up with your cake server. She made me promise I’d hand deliver it to you.”
“Which is why it ended up on the floor in the living room…how?”
Keely wouldn’t look at him, the coward.
Jack smiled at Carolyn. “An oversight. I got busy doing something else and must’ve dropped it.”
Carson harrumphed but didn’t demand details.
“So what’s next for you two lovebirds this week?” Carolyn asked.
“Tomorrow we find out if Jack got approval on the remodel plans from historical committee. Then he’ll do his thing and I’ll do mine. I’m working at the clinic Tuesday through Friday.”
He frowned at Keely. “Not Friday. We’re flying to Milford early Friday morning. Technically we’re landing in Salt Lake City and then making the two hour drive to Milford.”
“That’s this week?”
“I told you about it last week.”
“When?” she demanded. “We had a fight before you left. You were gone right up until the party started last night and when we got home—”
“We didn’t do a whole lot of talking, did we?” he murmured, ignoring Carson’s low snarl.
“Dammit, Jack, that’s not funny. You said we were going to Milford at some point, but you never said when.”
“Well, buttercup, it is this weekend. Friday night they’re having a dinner for us. Saturday I’ll do one last run through before giving them my final set of suggested updates. There’s another dinner on Saturday night. However, I am hoping we can sneak out of town Sunday morning before they drag us to church.”