Evie smiled and leaned back on her elbows. The pose thrust her breasts forward, and she could feel the denim of her skirt inching up her legs to expose even more of her thighs. The five inch heels of her impulse buy, black, Jessica Simpson stilettos made her feet ache, but even the brief glance in the mirror before she’d left the house had told her that they made her legs look amazing. As Jackson’s gaze traveled over her body, she knew that he thought so too. She could feel his appreciation. With a smile, she rose to her full height and crossed the bar to the pool tables.
“Hello, stranger,” she said, stroking her hand along the scarred wood of the table’s rails.
“Hello, yourself,” he replied, smoothly. “Slumming?”
She smiled, turning her attention toward Jackson’s opponent. Reed Harrison was a prominent attorney in town, but from a working class background. He smiled at her and offered her a wink. She laughed and looked back at Jackson, “So who’s winning?”
“I would say it’s definitely me,” he responded.
Reed snorted from the other end of the table. “I’ve kicked your ass at this game.”
Jackson’s eyes never left Evie’s as he said, “Who the hell is talking about the game?”
Evie stepped closer to Jackson and closed her hand around the cue he held. Idly she stroked her fingers up and down the polished wood, “It looks pretty complicated. Maybe you could give me a lesson?”
Jackson chuckled, “Think you can bend over in that skirt?”
Evie looked over her shoulder at Reed, “I can trust you to be a gentleman and not take a peek, can’t I, Reed?”
He cleared his throat nervously, “Well, of course. Absolutely.”
“Rack ‘em, Reed,” Jackson said.
While Reed saw to that task, Jackson led Evie to the head of the table. He placed the cue in her hands, positioning her fingers around the stick. “Hold it firmly but not tightly, let it glide between your fingers.”
Evie knew he was not talking about the game. “Soft hands and a gentle touch?”
Reed swallowed convulsively at the other end of the table. “I need a beer. An ice cold beer.... Maybe I ought to get you all some too.”
Evie smiled, “It’s definitely hot in here, but I don’t think a beer is what I need to cool me down.”
“Beer. A whole bucket of it. Maybe on ice,” Reed muttered, as he walked away.
Jackson chuckled, his breath ruffling her hair and skittering over the delicate shell of her ear. “You’re a natural at this bad girl business,” he said. “You’ve got poor Reed so hot and bothered he’s all but twitching.”
“That’s nice. How hot and bothered are you?”
Jackson pressed his hips against the lush curve of her ass. His cock was rock hard and pulsing behind the straining fly of his jeans. “Burning up, darlin’. But that only makes it sweeter.”
Turning “So what does a girl have to do exactly to pick up the much sought after Jackson Cope?”
Jackson helped her line up the shot, “You’re doing a damn good job of it without any inside info.”
Evie arched her spine, thrusting her bottom against Jackson’s crotch, as she let the cue slide forward between her fingers, sending the other balls scattering across the tables felted surface. “Is that so? You know, Jackson, I’m a pretty good pool player, already. I don’t need any lessons there.”
Jackson surveyed the table top, “I’d say that’s true. All you have to do to get us out of here, Evie, is show everyone in this bar how much you want me.”
Evie laid the cue on the table and turned so that she stood in the circle of Jackson’s arms. In her stilettos, they stood eye to eye and their bodies were perfectly aligned. “How do I do that?”
Reed returned then. “We’re not going to finish this game, are we?”
Both Evie and Jackson ignored him. Evie ran her hands over Jackson’s chest, over his broad shoulders and slid them into the hair at the nape of his neck. With an insistent tug, she pulled him forward until their lips touched. His hands slid over her hips to grip her waist. It was a soft kiss at first, just the slight brushing of her lips against his, but Evie grew bolder. She knew that everyone was looking, but she simply didn’t care. Opening her lips over his, she deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue seductively over his bottom lip. She didn’t rush or hurry. She kissed him slowly, languorously, letting the heat build between them. His hands slid from her waist, down to cup her ass and she smiled against his mouth before breaking the kiss.
“You really walked in here without a stitch on under that skirt, didn’t you?” he said incredulously.
“Dance with me,” she said.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Tucking her hand into his, he pulled her towards the dance floor just as an old Otis Redding song came on the ancient jukebox. He pulled her into his arms. Hip to hip and chest to chest, he led her around the dance floor in a slow, seductive rhythm. Their bodies moved in perfect unison as they swayed to the music. When the song ended, Evie took Jackson’s hand and walked towards the door. If anyone at the bar questioned whether or not they were already lovers, no one doubted that they would be before the night was through.
Outside in the night air, Jackson took a deep breath to steady himself. He hadn’t really expected Evie to be that bold. Maybe in his wildest fantasies, he’d thought about it. The reality was far better than anything he could have imagined. Of course, there would be hell to pay the next day, but it was well worth it. “Let’s take my truck. I’ll bring you back for your car in the morning,” he said.
“Would that have anything to do with that bench seat you have?”
It did. It also had something to do with the sleeping bags in the bed of the truck and the fact that he had no intention of taking her to his house. “Let’s just say that I have a couple of surprises in store for you.”
Evie laughed, “I like the sound of that.”
Once in the truck, Jackson drove them far out of town, pulling the truck off the road and into the middle of a field. The farm had been fallow for years, so he had no concerns about being shot for trespassing. Climbing out of the truck, he turned and helped Evie. “Those shoes are sexy as hell, but you’re going to break your neck in them.”
“Well, truthfully, I hadn’t really planned on being vertical when I wore them.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned as he lowered the tailgate. Rather than have her climb up, he closed his hands about her waist and lifted her into the truck bed. “Now scoot back, and please try not to wreck the bed with those lethal heels.”
“You’re worried about the paint job on your truck bed. Seriously?”
He shrugged, “I love my truck.” Climbing into the truck bed beside her, Jackson spread out the sleeping bags, forming a thick pallet for them to lay on. He also produced two candles in silver pails. While it looked romantic, they served a far more practical purpose. He wanted Evie naked under the stars, but he didn’t want either of them to suffer a million mosquito bites in the process. Lighting the citronella candles, he placed them on the tailgate. “Now, strip.”
It didn’t even dawn on her to protest at the autocratic command since it meshed perfectly with her own desires. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her bare skin. Tugging the white tank top over her head, she revealed the sheer, lacy bra beneath. With the moon and stars shining brightly above, she knew Jackson could see her clearly. Even in the dim light, she could see his eyes darken with desire. Reaching behind her, Evie unhooked the clasp of her bra and slid her arms free of the straps. She didn’t let the garment drop, however. She brought her hands up quickly, cupping the lace over breasts, her fingers framing her puckered nipples. Knowing that he was watching, she circled her fingertips over the hardened nubs, the rough texture of the lace only heightening the sensation.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he said. The sight of her hands cupping the generous mounds of her breasts, her fingers with her perfectly manicured nails playing wi
th her nipples was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen.
Boldly, Evie moved her hands away, allowing the bra to fall to her lap and her breasts to spill free. With a trembling sigh, she unbuttoned her skirt and shimmied it over her hips, when it reached her knees, Jackson took hold of it and pulled it off her completely, until she sat there in the bed of his truck wearing nothing but a pair of black stiletto heels. Laying back against the sleeping bags, she looked up at the sky and allowed him to look his fill at her.
The heat of the night air closed about them as Jackson removed his own clothes. Stripping off his T-shirt and jeans, he joined her on the sleeping bags and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, hungrily. His tongue tangling with hers and his teeth scraping at her lip. There was a weight to their touches, an intimacy and a longing that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t about being fun or naughty. It wasn’t about fulfilling basic physical needs. It was something more. It was nebulous and fragile and neither one would damage it by speaking of it, but it was there between them nonetheless.
Evie sighed and tipped her head back as Jackson’s lips skated along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Looking up at the blanket of stars overhead, the bed of his old truck was possibly the most romantic place she’d ever been. Her hands skated across the broad expanse of his back, reveling in the firm muscle and smooth skin. The heat of his body was scorching. His mouth moved over her skin with purpose and when he finally reached her aching nipples, Evie arched her back, offering the soft mounds of her breasts up to him. His closed his hands over the generous globes, kneading the flesh gently, bringing the taut peaks alternately to his lips. With gentle nips of his teeth and the languorous glide of his tongue over the engorged buds, Evie was writhing against him. He closed his mouth over one nipple and suckled deeply, ratcheting the intensity of the sensation.
“Oh, god! Jackson, please! I need you inside me,” she whimpered, her soft cries echoing in the darkness.
Unable to resist, Jackson parted her thighs and slid one hand over the mound of her sex. His fingers traced the damp slit before easing inside, strumming her clit with a slow, easy rhythm. With the stars and moon shining overhead, illuminating her pale skin and the waves of her dark hair spilling around them, Jackson thought she looked like a goddess. He moved his hand, sliding lower, using his thumb to maintain the unrelenting assault on her throbbing clit, he slid two fingers into her tight sheath. Her body clenched around him immediately, the honeyed walls of her sex pulsing around the invading digits, pulling them in even deeper. A harsh moan escaped her parted lips. Hooking his fingers lightly, curling them forward, he found the little bundle of nerves that would drive her over the edge and beyond.
Stroking her clit and G-spot simultaneously, Jackson watched as the pleasure overtook her. Her breath became labored, her thighs and belly quivered and her hands clutched desperately at the sleeping bags beneath them. The soft cries became louder and more insistent. “Come for me, Evie. Let me watch you,” he said, and slid a third finger into her sheath, stretching her, filling her completely.
He felt the first shudders as they wracked her body, watched the tension gather in her face and recede. The rhythmic pulsing of her sweet pussy receded as well, and reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers from the welcoming heat of her core. Slick with the cream of her desire, he brought them to her lips and deposited some of the nectar there before leaning forward to kiss her and reclaim it.
“I need you,” she moaned. “I need to feel you moving inside me.”
Jackson’s gut clenched, his balls tightened until they ached. Moving between her parted thighs, he guided his engorged cock to her entrance. Nudging the head inside, he paused for a moment to savor the wet, welcoming heat. “Look at me, Evie. I want to see it in your eyes when I take you.”
Evie met his gaze. It was unbearably intimate. Looking into his eyes while he slid into her body was almost as intimate as feeling his hard length penetrating her own yielding flesh. His hands slid up her arms, until he reached her hands. His large fingers twined with hers as he rocked his hips, delving deeper inside her. She wanted to close her eyes, to throw her head back and give herself over to the sensation. But she didn’t. She kept her eyes on his, locked together, reflecting their pleasure and their need back to one another. Sweat glistened on his body. Each stroke of his cock inside her was slow and measured, a steady climb to that precipice. Needing more, craving more of him, Evie hitched her thighs up over his hips and locked her heels at the small of his back. The slight change in the angle of her hips allowed him to thrust deeper, to take her higher. Her body shuddered violently as the orgasm built inside her. Every muscle tensed, coiled for the release that was almost within reach.
“You’re so hot for me, so tight,” he said, his voice raspy with desire. “Nothing has ever felt as good as sliding my cock into your sweet pussy.”
Those words pushed Evie over the edge, sent her hurtling into the stratosphere as her body quivered. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed inside her, her sheath rippling around his invading cock, until he couldn’t hold back either. He thrust into her again, quick, short thrusts. He buried his face against her neck as his hot semen jetted inside her. Reluctant to let him go, Evie kept her legs locked around him until they ached. He seemed to be in no hurry to leave, so he stayed there, nuzzling her neck, placing feather soft kisses on her sweat slicked skin.
Chapter Five
Jackson awoke the next morning satisfied and replete. He had convinced Evie to stay in that field with him, to sleep naked under the stars. A smile curved his lips thinking about prim and proper Evie sleeping naked in a truck bed in the middle of a fallow cotton field. He stretched, feeling muscles protest and was reminded that he wasn’t nineteen anymore. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his elbow to look at the woman who had him acting like a horny teenager.
Evie was curled up on her side, her dark hair a wild tangle around both of them. The upper swells of her breasts were visible above the edge of the sleeping bag, and even sated as he was, the site had an effect on him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her arm and frowned. Taking a closer look, Jackson noted the dark bruises on her upper arm. An ugly suspicion formed in his mind, and experimentally, he placed his hand over the bruises, noting they were perfectly aligned with fingerprints.
“What are you doing?”
Evie’s sleepy, morning voice was one of the sexiest, most arousing things he’d ever heard. Of course, there wasn’t much about Evie that he didn’t find arousing. “I just noticed the bruises on your arm. I didn’t do that, did I?”
Evie sighed and rolled to her back, looking up at the dawn streaked sky. “No, you didn’t. I had an ugly confrontation with Trevor outside the museum yesterday.”
The fury that swept through him was surprising in its intensity. He had a temper like anyone, if pushed far enough and hard enough, he’d get mad. But as a general rule, Jackson was content to simply be a smart ass. That he wanted to actually kill Trevor for touching her surprised him. “What about?” he finally managed to ask.
“Apparently, Trevor feels that things should just go back to the way they were before and I should be grateful that he’s willing to. He didn’t like it when I didn’t fall in line with his plans,” she said simply. “I went to the police, but its a joke. He didn’t threaten me, and yes he grabbed my arm, but that’s such a minor offense it isn’t even worth pressing charges for.” She noted Jackson’s response. The clenching of his jaw and the chill in his eyes did not bode well.
“Has he ever done anything like this before? Has he ever hurt you?”
“Jackson, do not go off half cocked about this. It was an isolated event. The only danger I experienced in my relationship with Trevor was the possibility of being bored to death. I don’t know what yesterday was about other than the fact that Trevor realizes how negatively all of this could impact his precious image and now he’s trying to put it right.”
“I don�
��t give a damn what his motivation is, Evie. He left bruises on you!”
Evie was saved from responding by the sudden appearance of a blue light and the short wail of a siren. She was engulfed in a maelstrom of panic and mortification as she recognized the voice of the local sheriff.
“There some reason you’re parked in the middle of a field that doesn’t belong to you, Cope?”
Evie heard the mild epithet that Jackson muttered, which was quickly followed by a brief explanation. “Just came out to look at the stars last night, Sheriff. Fell asleep here in the bed of the truck.”
“You drunk, Cope?”
“No, sir. I had a single beer at Tiny’s while I was playing pool, but left after that,” Jackson said. He felt his gut tightening as the sheriff continued to walk closer, “Sheriff, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t walk any closer. I’m not exactly by myself here.”
“Who the hell is in there with you?” the man demanded angrily.
Jackson reached for his T-shirt and tossed it to Evie, knowing that it would be the quickest thing for her to put on. Even then, it was no easy task laying flat in the bed of the truck. When she finally managed to get the thing on, she sat up and pushed her tangled hair back. “Good morning, Sheriff Dobbs.”
The look on the middle aged man’s face would have been comical had Evie not been thinking about the fact that it would be all over town before breakfast that she’d been buck naked in the back of Jackson’s truck in the middle of a field. When the sheriff regained his composure, he made a snorting noise that might have passed for a laugh. “You sure didn’t let any grass grow under your feet, did you, girl?”
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