Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: #Romance, #Fiction, #Western, #Erotica, #Red Hots!, #Western Romance
Slow Ride (3 page)
Keely moaned, tempted to let her head fall back, close her eyes and lose herself in the mind-boggling way this man made her feel. But she kept her eyes on Jack as he conducted his sensual blitz. When he looked at her, a hint of devilry glinting in his eyes, she shivered.
“Cold?” he murmured as his tongue traced the lace band of her bra down the valley of her cleavage.
“Yes. You should do the gentlemanly thing and take your clothes off to use your body heat to keep me warm.”
He chuckled against the upper swell of her breast. But he didn’t dally. That oh-so-talented mouth progressed southward, slower than she liked, but chances were high they both had the same end point in mind.
Finally.
Keely’s breath stalled when his hands gripped the tops of her legs and spread her thighs wider. She squirmed when Jack’s tongue traced the McKay cattle brand tattooed on her hip.
And she flat out whined when he retreated.
“Better grow some patience, cowgirl. You’re going to need it.” He grabbed her right ankle, leisurely unbuckled the rhinestone strap and threw her shoe behind him.
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She laughed. The man surprised her on so many levels. She knew a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to learn everything that made him tick. “Jack. I love you.”
“I know you do.”
“Don’t you have something to say back to me?”
“Yes.” He lifted her left ankle and removed that shoe in the same manner. He stepped just out of her reach and said huskily, “Unhook the stockings.”
“But…” That wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“But what?”
“But isn’t that your job?” she cooed. “Divesting me of
all
my apparel?”
Jack shook his head, but his gaze remained on the satin bridal garter, centered mid-thigh, below the band of the stocking. “Unfasten them, but leave the stockings and the garters on.”
Damn man was taking all the fun out of it…or was he? Keely crooked her finger. “I need to borrow your big, strong body to support myself so I don’t faint dead away with all the unbridled lust you bring out in me, husband.”
He grinned. “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” but he edged forward.
Keely gently set her foot on his crotch. Not as unaffected as he projected; he was totally hard. “Talk about thick.” She smirked when he growled again, but she noticed he didn’t even attempt to move her foot.
She popped the buttons, moving the bridal garter up over the top of the stretchy band of the stocking, and slid her stocking-clad foot up and down his erection before she switched sides.
Once the stockings were loose, Jack leaned in and kissed her. A teasing brush of his lips. A fleeting nibble of his mouth on hers as his fingers inched up her thigh in a whisper-light touch across her trembling skin. When he reached the top of the stocking, he inserted his finger inside and slowly, slowly, slowly dragged it down the length of her leg.
Keely’s whole body was quivering. Tingling even. And he hadn’t even started working his magic touch on all her other special tingly parts. “Jack—”
Her protest disappeared in his intense kiss.
Jack removed the other stocking with the same painstaking precision, with such drawn out eroticism, she whimpered.
He laughed and dropped to his knees.
Oh hell yeah. Now we’re talkin’.
His mouth meandered up the inside of her thigh, the tantalizing touch of his hot breath, wet tongue, moist lips and the scrape of his five o’clock shadow was almost too much to bear. He latched onto the bridal garter with his teeth, snapped it once, and tugged it down her leg.
Okay, this garter removal business
was
much better in private.
One down, one to go.
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She expected he’d torment her mercilessly on the other leg before pressing his mouth to her damp panties and giving her what she really wanted.
But Jack just tugged the other bridal garter off and rolled to his feet. “Done. Now get dressed so we can hit the road.”
“That’s it?”
“What? Were you expecting we’d go at it right here, right now?”
“Uh, yeah. Wasn’t that the point?”
“No. I’ll admit I was considering throwing you a bone after the striptease, but you were so cocksure I had no control—”
“Throwing me a bone?” she repeated. “Are you tryin’ to piss me off, Jack?”
His eyebrows rose. “On our wedding day? Not likely.”
“Then why won’t you—”
“Pin you down on the table or on the tile floor or against the wall and screw you blind?”
“That’d work for me.”
“Too bad, because it doesn’t work for me.”
She frowned. “You’re goin’ all puritan on me now that we’re married?”
“Hell no, but I don’t want fast and dirty the first time we make love as husband and wife, okay? I want to take my time with you. I want it slow.”
Keely stared at him for a few seconds, thrown by his PC reference to sex. “My God, GQ, sometimes you are such a girl.”
There. That oughta goad him into proving his masculinity. Right now.
Probably twice.
But he laughed—a bit meanly. “Nice try. But I will not fuck you until we’re alone, in a room with a huge bed, with the surf pounding in our ears and zero chance we’ll be interrupted by any of your two million family members.” He kissed her forehead. “And that, my sweet, sexy, horny wife, is a promise.”
“Promises are meant to be broken.”
“Not this one.”
A challenge? She loved a challenge. Keely would do everything in her power to make him eat his words—preferably while he was eating her.
Smirking, she tucked the garter in the front pocket of his tux jacket. “If you change your mind, all you’ve gotta do is wave the white garter and surrender to me.”
“Not happening.”
She shrugged. “We’ll see. Now scram so I can get dressed and we can get out of here.”
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Lorelei James
Three hours later Jack was this goddamn close to saying fuck it, pulling off to the side of the road in nowhere Wyoming and fucking Keely until she couldn’t walk.
It figured his ornery cowgirl couldn’t just sit back and accept that he wanted to wait. No, she’d decided to turn it into a game of make Jack sweat. Within ten miles of driving away from the wedding reception, she’d offered to give him a handjob.
He’d declined.
Then she’d offered to give him a blowjob.
He’d declined.
Then she’d asked if he minded if she took the edge off herself by masturbating.
He minded. A lot. He said as much.
But she’d just laughed, slipped her fingers beneath her sundress and proceeded to get herself off.
Twice.
God. If he didn’t have any willpower now, how was he supposed to survive the next eleven hours?
“What are you thinking about?” she prompted.
As if the vixen didn’t know. “How absolutely exquisite you looked today. How lucky I am. How happy I am that you married me.” Jack lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “What are you thinking about?” She opened her mouth and he warned, “Besides sex.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about my dad’s wedding gift. It was a shock.” Her frown morphed into a sneaky smile that never boded well for him. “But then again, he did give us the section of land that’s closest to their house.”
Jack groaned. “I knew there had to be a catch.”
“It’ll be handy to have Grandpa and Gran-gran so close when we have kids.” She paused. “How many times did you get asked during the reception when we’re gonna start a family?”
“I lost track after seventy.”
Keely laughed. “I rather liked seein’ you skirting the issue, Jack. But as long as we’ve got time to kill, maybe we ought talk about kidlets. Since it’s something we haven’t discussed.”
The last two months since they’d set the wedding date had been a whirlwind. Opening Keely’s clinic, setting up his office space in her building, meeting with his clients across the country to explain he was only changing his physical address, not the nature of his consulting business. He and Keely had been apart more than either of them liked, which was why they needed these two weeks alone.
“Okay.”
“I’m thinkin’ I’ll want seven kids.”
He nearly wrecked the car, his head whipped around so fast. “Seven? Are you fucking serious?”
“Yep. That’s only one more than Cam and Domini have, and they’re doin’ fine.”
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“Their house and their lives are a goddamn zoo, Keely.” When she smirked, he realized he’d been had. “Very funny.”
“But I do think we could handle six.”
“No way.”
“Fine. How many do you want?” she demanded.
“Two.”
“Two? That’s it? I already feel bad for our two poor babies, practically raised alone.” She made the most pitiful-sounding sigh.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Last time I checked there were almost twenty-seven McKay and West cousins for Jack Junior and Little Keely to play with. That’s plenty.”
“Fine. Five kids.”
“Nope. But I’d agree to three.”
“Four.”
“We’ll see.” Four ankle biters sounded good to him, but he had to keep some negotiating power with his wife.
His wife who’d gotten very quiet all of a sudden.
“Keely? You okay?”
Her hand tightened around his. “Just thinking. As much as I wanna have a ton of kids with you, not right away, okay? I want you all to myself for a while first.”
Keely’s sweetness always surprised him, always moved him, always humbled him. “Deal.”
“But I definitely think we should get lots of baby-making practice in. Starting now.”
“You aren’t going to give this up, are you?”
“Not until you give in.”
“I will gladly give in to you as soon as we hit the villa. Until then—”
“Until then you’re giving me an excuse to relive my most memorable sexual encounters. Great idea.”
Keely’s eyes took on an unholy gleam before she looked away.
The car went silent. Except for her occasional sighs.
Sighs he recognized.
This was driving him fucking insane. Which sexual encounters was she reliving? She’d better not be thinking about any man other than him. Ever.
“You do make such a sexy sounding rumble when you’re jealous, Jack. It’s cute.”
“Cute?” His hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Fuck that. I’m not cute.”
“True. You’re definitely too hot to merely be cute.” Keely peeled his fingers free from the steering wheel and clasped his hand in hers, setting their joined hands on her lap. “And so you know, husband, I was thinking of you, because I completely forgot every man after the first time you touched me.”
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“Such a silver-tongued cowgirl.” Jack relaxed because she knew just how to soothe him. “What memory were you reliving?” So much for his insistence they forgo discussions about sex.
“The one after our fake engagement party. When you just…” She sighed. “You rocked my world, GQ.”
It’d been a hard and fast encounter, as they’d both been drunk on the lust that’d shimmered between them for eleven years. Lust that’d finally hit the boiling point. He’d taken her on the floor of her apartment, which yeah, the I-need-you-right-fucking-now feeling was hot as hell, pinning her to the carpet and fucking her brains out. Although, he still held some regret that’s how their first time together had played out.
Is that why you’re so insistent on doing this differently?
“And then I got to thinking about how we christened my office at the clinic.”
An image of Keely, stripped naked and spread out on the top of her desk, flashed in his mind. That’d been a hot tryst, mostly because it was so unexpected. His cowgirl certainly liked to mix things up. He murmured, “And then we christened my office.” As soon as they’d caught their breath, she’d crooked her finger and led them to his office, where she’d draped herself over his drafting table and he’d nailed her from behind. Then they’d gone at it in the conference room.
Dammit. Now he was getting hard.
He glanced at her and realized while he’d been reliving the Jack and Keely sex show, she’d dropped their joined hands between her legs and was covertly rubbing his hand right where she wanted it. He stiffened his fingers and slid them free of her grasp. “Nice try.”
“But we were sharing, Jack. Connecting.”
“You are trying to connect my fingers with something, all right,” he said dryly.
Keely let loose the deep throaty laughter that made him think of slamming body parts and sweat-soaked sheets.
Damn her. He was still getting hard.
“But you know which one of our many, many, many,
many
times of getting down and dirty sticks out in my mind?”
Jack had gotten stuck on the many, many, many,
many
times portion of her question. “Ah. No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me. In detail. In explicit detail.”
“Last month. When you’d been gone for three weeks. I heard you running up the stairs to the apartment. You dropped everything you were carrying in front of the door and kissed me, such a deliciously long, slow kiss. Then you whispered, ‘I love you’ and took me to bed. And we stayed in bed the entire day. Twenty-four whole hours of mad, passionate love, wrapped together, napping, only to wake up and go at it again. It was amazing.”
“I agree. It was amazing.”
She fell silent, which surprised him. But he didn’t push it. Then she said, “Lemme see your left hand.”
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“Why?”
“I just have this need to look at your wedding band, so I know this isn’t some kind of dream and we really are married.”
“Seems surreal, doesn’t it?” Jack held his hand across the console.
Keely turned the ring on his finger. “Will it take some time for you to get used to wearing it?”
“I’m already used to it. It’s never coming off.”
She smiled. “So you like it?”