“Now, haven’t we forgotten something?” Rori’s hand brushed the front of his jeans where inside his briefs, his erection prodded through his unzipped fly, thrumming even fuller with her touch.
“I think you might be right.” He shifted his hips, letting her tug his jeans down.
Her face in the soft light gave his heart a lurch. Pretty, honest, natural. Not practiced in the art of seduction like the women who went after rodeo cowboys.
Her fingers traced his hard cock through the soft fabric of his briefs. “I think you’re ready.”
“Darlin’, ready barely covers it.” If he didn’t rein himself in, he could pop off at just the touch of her hand. Easing the elastic over the bulge of his shaft, she exposed him, watching with wide eyes as he bobbed free, blood pulsing through his veins, hardening and lengthening him so quickly, his brain fuzzed for a few seconds.
“Oh, wow.” She quickly pulled off his remaining clothes and let them drop to the floor. Kneeling near his feet, she bit her lower lip, and slid her hands along his shinbones.
Her gentle touch warmed him, shattered his calm, made him want her fingers brushing along every inch of his skin.
She moved slowly upward, circling, caressing, tracing scars and rubbing the pads of her fingers in divots. “What do you like, Jackson?’ Her gaze moved to his and she blinked a few times. Was she nervous?
His usual dirty talk didn’t fit the moment, and he hesitated, thinking of the right way to phrase his request. A lazy guy, he enjoyed watching his women ride him, reverse or forward, sometimes both.
“Speechless?” She grinned and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
The sight made him jerk and grab fistfuls of the quilt. Her beautiful lips on his shaft, her hair framing her face, her breasts about to spill out of her bra…which he should have removed by now, but unwrapping Rori a little at a time seemed to be his newest hobby.
“Darlin’. So good.” He ran his fingers through her thick, silky hair as she teased him in slow motion, her tongue doing wild things, her mouth sucking strong and sure. The temptation to come in her hot mouth nearly did him in. “Ride me.” He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her, and he opened the drawer on the bedside table.
Her head popped up and her lips slid off him as he handed her a condom. She opened the packet and slid the thing on him, carefully and accurately. His breath caught for a second. She handled everything like her work ethic in the other pieces of her life. He’d take pleasure in watching her fall apart on top of him.
Crawling up his body, she kissed his ribs, his chest, his chin, then lapped her tongue on his lips. “You’d best hang on, cowboy, ‘cause this is gonna be wilder than any eight second ride.”
He almost laughed at the cliché, but her eyes told him she was dead serious. Lifting his head, he kissed her, fast and wild, their tongues tangling, their breaths mingling. She ended the kiss, and he let her take charge, let her do what she wanted to him. He was content to lay back and enjoy the fuck out of whatever happened tonight. Why that didn’t bother him, he didn’t know, but he’d embrace it, let it be okay for him not to need to be in charge.
Lifting herself, she settled back, his cock brushing her soft inner thigh, blood heating his groin in anticipation. She grasped his shaft in her hand, moaning as she eased up, rubbed his blunt head along the hot, slick passage between her legs.
Jackson’s eyes rolled back as her warmth promised him heaven. Hold it together, cowboy. He couldn’t embarrass himself and shoot off the second she—
Rori dropped down onto him, her tight core fisting around him so snug and hot, he almost did what he’d sworn not to. Sucking in a breath, he lifted his head and stared at the perfection of his cock sliding deep inside her pussy. A picture he’d keep in his mind forever.
Dropping her head back, she shuddered and licked her lips.
“Damn, woman. You’re perfection.” He wanted to say more, let her know he could do this with her for the next hundred years and still be just as turned on, but neither of them wanted long-term. Right?
Her gaze met his, her eyes dark-blue as sunset now, her pupils enormous. “You’re so big.” She eased up then back down, taking more of him inside her, welcoming him into her body.
“Take it slow, Rori. Take it any fucking way you want it.”
That put a naughty smile on her face, and she leaned forward a few inches, placing her palms on his chest, capturing his nipples between her fingers. “I want it crazy, Jackson.” Squeezing her fingers together, she pinched his nipples, causing ripples of lust to spread through his body.
With a groan, he sat forward and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and slowly pulling it from her. Her breasts popped free, showing off her cherry red nipples, the same color as her beautiful pussy, hardened and puckered. Cupping her breasts, he stared for long moments before moving in and sucking one into his mouth.
Her taste was sweet, the scent of her filling his nostrils as she puffed breaths in and out, then threaded her fingers into his hair. He moved his lips to her other breast, taking it in, teasing and nibbling on it.
“Oh, yes.” She lifted her body, sliding her pussy along his cock until only the head remained inside her. “This will work.”
He chuckled, his lips still locked on her nipple. The way she always said what was on her mind amazed him.
She dropped her body back onto his cock, impaling herself. He gasped a breath, releasing her nipple, and she pushed against his shoulders until he lay on the bed. Her gaze locked with his. “I need this. Right now.”
Damn, that sexy voice of hers nearly made him shoot off. He played with her nipples as she used her thigh muscles to ride him, slowly and thoroughly at first, then faster, gaining speed and pushing herself toward climax with the power of desperation.
She sat up, grasping his wrists to keep his hands on her breasts, using that to give her leverage as she bounced up and down quickly, her head dropping to the side as her breath came in rhythmic gasps. “Uh, Jackson.” She whispered the words, but to him, it was like a shouted order.
Moving his hand to the apex of her legs, he brushed his thumb against her mound, burrowing it in to find her hard little button. Her hands still clasped both wrists, the sexiest touch he’d ever experienced as her motion let her ride along his thumb.
Within seconds, she shook and cried out, a high-pitched scream that ramped up his desire until he nearly followed her over into climax. At the last second, he pulled himself in, holding his orgasm at bay.
She slowed her manic ride, her body flushing pink, her hands loosening her grip on his wrists, her head dropping forward, until with one last shudder, she went limp.
He caught her and eased her flat on top of him, her face nestled at his neck, her body hot, burning onto his. Sliding his rock-hard shaft from her, he wrapped his arms around her, letting her pant and shiver with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I’ve seriously never experienced anything that intense.” She whispered the words against his neck. “I can’t explain it. Just…so frickin’ weird.”
He chuckled, kissing her head between his bursts of laughter. Did this woman know how perfect her words sounded to him? How new and sincere? Something warm wrapped itself around his heart, filling his chest. Who was he holding in his arms?
Rori lifted her head, her eyes glazed, her cheeks bright pink. “But you’re still hard as steel.” She wiggled her hips, proving his erection still lay full and nearly painful with need. “And it’s my turn to tell you what I want.”
His hips jerked with the burst of lust her words evoked. “Anything you want, Rori, darlin’. Just name it, and I’m your servant.”
Chapter Six
Rori couldn’t stop shocking herself with the things she blurted out. It was her turn to tell him what she wanted? Where had that come from? It felt as if her two outrageous orgasms had drained all her normal thought processes away and left her without a filter between her brain and mouth. Well
, worse than usual.
Lying flat on top of him, both of them bare naked, she pressed her hips softly toward his hard, sheathed erection. “Something I’ve always liked.” Looking around his bedroom in Dusty’s big house on the lake, she hoped he’d locked the door, because she’d be doing some screaming when she got Jackson where she wanted him.
He smacked her butt. “You gonna tell me, or do I have to waste time guessin’?” His sexy smile belied his coaxing words.
“I like to be…” A flush of heat rose to her face. “On my hands and knees.” It felt so empowering to say what she wanted.
He froze for a second, then with a growl, he turned them to their sides, knelt beside her, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Placing her on her hands and knees in front of him, he massaged her butt cheeks, his hands firm and his callouses abrading lightly, sending lovely aching contractions to her core, moistening her pussy lips.
With a moan, Rori arched her back downward, turned to look at him, and stared into the midnight blue of his eyes. “Do you like this position, too?”
His breath left him audibly as his eyes rolled back and his body shook. “Fuck yeah, darlin’. This is what you want, it’s what I love.”
His words crept into her soul and made her heart thump an extra beat. Love. How had a wild night of sex turned into love? She dropped her head, shaking it. No, this wasn’t love. This was—
In one slick motion, Jackson pushed his cock deep inside her waiting canal, pumping in and out, going deeper with each forward press, faster with each withdrawal. His fingers played along her back door, touching her anal opening softly, pulsing, pressing.
The combination of his thick cock inside her, his decadent play on her rosebud back there, and his fast, loud breaths, turned her belly, her core, into hot, needy, quivering bliss. His pumping, his balls slapping hard against her bare pussy, sent electric currents up her spine to short-circuit her brain. “Jackson, can’t hold on.” She wanted to come with him, wanted them both to connect in those moments.
“Not yet, Rori. Hold on.” He slid his hand upward along her spine. Everywhere he touched, tingles radiated outward, pebbling her skin, ending at her nipples where the pressure tightened her breasts.
Rori’s arms quivered, and she fought to keep herself up, struggled to hold back the climax that threatened to hack into her mind and send her soaring.
Jackson gripped her hips, moving her forward with each withdrawal, then slamming her back against him with each pump into her. The motion, the fullness, the feeling of his big cock reaching every hot spot inside her filled her brain with snapping static.
He roared and reached around her hip to her pussy and found her clit, rubbing fast and wild as his hips worked like a jackhammer, pumping his shaft into her faster and harder.
She shouted a laugh as her tension broke and raced out of her, twisting her reality and streaking like pieces of the sun through a black velvet sky. The keening cry of her own voice echoed in her ears, combining with his cries, his shout of, “Rori, darlin’. Oh hell, what have you done to me?”
Rori stayed suspended, floating in silent ecstasy for long moments until her shuddering body regained feeling, realizing she was hanging in midair, then laid down on soft sheets, covered with sweet-smelling blankets, and pulled tight in masculine arms.
Without opening her eyes, she snuggled into Jackson, his chest rising and falling quickly with his breaths, his heart thudding under her palm, his skin moist with a musky coating of manly sweat. She loved every second of this. Kissing him, she licked her lips, tasting the salty, spicy perfection of him.
“That was insane, amazing.” His voice rumbled from his chest where her ear pressed to his hot skin.
It was more intense than she’d ever experienced, but she’d already blurted out far too much with this cowboy. “Mmm hmm.” A cowboy who would be leaving town in a few days. The thought set her stomach aching in a hollow sorrow. There could never be anything between them. In her mind she knew that for a fact. But her heart beat out a different message.
Brushing back her hair from her face, he tipped his head and looked at her. “That’s all you got to say?”
“I wouldn’t know where to start.” And she didn’t want to make a blubbery fool of herself by worshiping at the feet of this sex god.
He laughed. “You usually start with, ‘First…’”
A smile curled her lips. “First…let me close my eyes for ten minutes and see if I have any strength left to talk.”
He kissed her forehead, reached for the lamp, and shut it off. “Fair enough.”
Rori didn’t know how long she slept, but her phone’s ringing woke her. She lay in the same spot, but now half her body rested on top of Jackson’s, her head on his chest.
His chest rose as he yawned. “You need to get that?”
Her mind wouldn’t quite connect… “Kiwi.” She sat up, listening for the location of her phone in the pocket of her jeans.
Stroking her back, he cleared his throat. “Like the fruit?” He turned on the lamp.
She slid out of bed and located her jeans, pulling out her phone just as it stopped ringing. “No. Like the hacker.” Turning her head to face Jackson, she smiled at him, then took a glance down his long torso, narrow hips, semi-hard, beautiful erection, then down his legs, one that was bent, his knee pointing toward the ceiling. “Uh, what was I…”
He stacked his hands under his head and smirked at her, his eyes half closed. “I’m enjoying my view as much as you’re enjoying yours.”
Rori blinked, then as her phone rang again, she looked at it and pressed answer. How did it get to be three in the morning already? “What did you find?”
Jackson motioned her over and she pressed speaker as she wandered to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.
“Some crazy shit going on there in bumfuck Kansas, girl.” Kiwi’s monotone male voice came from her phone.
She bit back a smile. “I’ve got my boss here listening. Go ahead.”
Kiwi paused. “Sorry about the location dis, man.”
Jackson rolled closer, ending on his side with his head propped up on a bent arm. “No problem, brother. I feel the same way about the place.”
Rori didn’t. She loved almost everything about the town, except for the dating situation, but nobody was asking her opinion. “So what is it?”
Jackson’s finger trailed from her shoulder down to her elbow, making her shiver with delight and her nipples perk and tighten. She had to force back the urge to turn off her phone and pounce on the cowboy.
“These accounts? They’re being opened and closed in a short span of time, like less than a week.”
She frowned at Jackson, and he shrugged, so she asked, “What does that usually mean?”
Kiwi snorted. “Money laundering, drugs, terrorist activity, blackmail, asset hiding, tax evasion. You name it, it could be happening.”
“Who’s opening the accounts?” Jackson’s brows drew down.
Did he suspect his father of illegal activity? Rori couldn’t imagine Dusty doing anything illegal. Immoral—like having four illegitimate sons by four separate women—yes, but that was a far shot from breaking the law.
“A holding company out of Kansas City.” Typing noises came from the phone. “I haven’t isolated the owner yet, but I’ve called in a favor from the Federal…uh.” Kiwi sniffed. “From a friend.”
Jackson looked at her, shaking his head.
“He’s good,” Rori whispered.
“Damn right I am, girl.” Kiwi was typing again. “I’ll stay on it and get back to you.”
“Thanks, buddy. You’re the best.” She loved this guy like a brother.
“Stay out of trouble, Rori.” He hung up.
Jackson pointed to the phone. “He’s telling you to stay out of trouble? That’s a laugh.”
Setting her phone on the bedside table, she turned to fully face Jackson. “I won’t be able to sleep. Can we do some poking at your dad’
s computers?”
“Can’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now.” He brushed his knuckles along the side of her breast. “I’m naked, hard as a fencepost, and I have the sexiest woman in the world in my bed. She’s just as naked, too.” He lifted a brow, his gaze shifting to her face. “So yeah, let’s go do a bunch of boring computer shit.”
She laughed as she pushed him onto his back and lay on his chest. “What if I promise that every minute we spend on computers, we’ll spend twice that long in bed afterward?”
He threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. “I need a down payment, darlin’.” That one kiss led to a second, then to an hour of the hottest missionary position sex she’d ever had.
****
After they showered and dressed, Jackson held Rori’s hand and led her down the front stairs. Lights popped on automatically, and she gasped at the two-story magnificence of the great room that spanned nearly the entire first floor.
Heavy, dark wood, a two-story flat-stone fireplace, lots of leather furniture, and thick rugs covering the hardwood floors added to the rustic elegance.
“This is beautiful.” She stood in the middle of the room and turned slowly, her gaze trailing from the original western artwork to family photos. There were no photos of Jackson or his brothers or their mothers, only ones of Dusty, Theresa, and people he guessed were Dusty’s in-laws, since he had no parents or siblings left alive.
“Yeah. It’s something, I guess.” The house sat on acres surrounding half the lake. If he ever wanted to build his own place, there’d be room… He grunted. Why in the flying fuck would he ever build here? He glanced at Rori. She didn’t want a rodeo cowboy, and he had no intention of changing his ways.
“What’s wrong?” She walked up to him and stared into his eyes. “You look like a hungry bear right now.”
“Just wondering what’s going to happen to this place.” Would they sell it? Turn it into a museum? Would one of his brothers decide to stay here in bumfuck Kansas?
“Turn it into a bed and breakfast. Hire somebody to run it for you.”
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