Jackson’s Destiny(42)

“Sweetheart, flip-flops?” I asked.

“What’s wrong with flip-flops?”

I walked toward her and placed my hands on her hips. Pulling her body flush against mine, I slipped my hands onto her ass, and she yelped when I squeezed.

“You look sexy as fuck, baby, but this outfit won’t work when helping on the ranch.” She tried to argue, but I covered her mouth with mine and swallowed her whimper. My body instantly reacted to her, and I was just about to drag her off to the nearest room with a lock when the sound of a clearing throat made me go stiff, and not in a good, fun way.

“Is this the kind of training Cherry is gonna get now?” Phoebe’s voice was like a cold bucket of water.

Bailey tried to free herself from my hold, but I only held her tighter. The only movement I made was to release my grip on her ass.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you your presence was no longer needed,” I said, trying my best to keep my temper in check.

“The way I look at it, Cherry is my responsibility. My daddy wanted me to make sure her training stayed on task. And with the amount of money he’s paying you to keep her here, I think that entitles me to be present whenever I see fit.” Phoebe glared at Bailey, and I was just about to tell her to get the hell out of here when Bailey surprised the shit out of me.

“Phoebe, is it?” she asked as she spun in my arms.

Phoebe nodded.

“Well, you are more than welcome to stay and observe Cherry’s training from over there.” She pointed toward the fence just at the edge of the barn. “There is a bench for observers.”

Phoebe of course shifted on her feet and placed her hand on her hip. “Who in the hell—?”

“Who am I?” she asked. “I’m Bailey, and I can assure you I have no intentions of allowing you or any other girl to intimidate me when it comes to Jackson. I am well aware of your past. I know all about the months you two spent together. We all slum on occasion.”

I almost choked at the comment, but I stood back and let my girl run free.

“Now, as I said, you can stay and observe—over there.” She pointed once again. “If you have any concerns regarding what we’re doing during training, you can save those concerns for the end, and we can go over them together. If you have a problem with any of this, then I challenge you to find someone else in the state of Montana that will tolerate your shit like Jackson does. And I challenge you to find someone who will train Cherry better than him.”

Bailey crossed her arms over her chest as I stared at her in awe. When Phoebe huffed and stalked off toward her truck, I could no longer hold back. I grabbed Bailey’s waist, pulled her to me, and backed her toward the side of the barn. Covering her mouth with mine, I pressed my erection against her.

“That was one of the sexiest damn things I have ever witnessed in my life.” Bending at the knees, I lifted Bailey, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Training is gonna have to wait, because right now, I need to bury myself inside my Fireball.”





Chapter Thirty-One





Bailey



“Did he put up a big fight?” Amber asked as she carried the bottle of wine into the living room.

“Yeah, but I wore him out before I left just to ensure my escape.” I wagged my eyebrows.

Alena fanned her face as if to cool her heated cheeks. “This is so unfair,” she complained, “you have Jackson, she has Ryan, and I am about ready to hump the arm on the recliner to relieve my built-up frustration.”

“Don’t you dare hump the recliner.” Amber threw a pillow at Alena, and we all giggled.

We were having a sleepover at Amber and Ryan’s. The guys had gone out, and we decided a night in would be best. It was sort of the last hoorah before the wedding. We told Olivia and Tammy to come, but they decided on driving to Jeannie’s for the weekend instead.

“So give me some details, please,” Alena pressed. “I know the Sawyer brothers are…skillful. That is obvious. You two smile entirely too much for them to be lousy in bed. So spill. Give me some juicy details.”

I looked over at Amber, and she was already staring at me. “Well,” I taunted, and her eyes grew wide. She hated when I brought up sex stories about Jackson and would always stop me before I could finish. She said it was too weird because he had become like a brother to her.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“Jackson does this thing with his tongue.”

Amber plugged her ears and began humming.

Alena slid farther back on the couch and crossed her legs, gripping her wineglass a little tighter. “Tell me more.”