They taxied back to the tie-down space. Jackson was there. She couldn’t wait for him to hold her. Though she had to admit that being with Taylor gave her a new perspective. To get a pilot’s license took a lot of training. The man did have ambition.
When he landed, he popped open the canopy. Jackson hopped on top of the wing and held out his hand. “How did it go?”
She genuinely had a fantastic time. “Great.”
She unhooked her harness and let Jackson help her out of the plane. Her legs nearly crumpled.
“Easy there.”
How embarrassing was that? Jackson jumped to the ground and held open his arms. She dropped to her butt and let him guide her down. Taylor was right behind her. He tied down the plane and checked that he left the plane in as good a condition as he found it.
Jackson wrapped an arm around her waist and led her back to the car. “I called the man who made the sculpture, and he said he could deliver the piece tonight.”
“Do you know where you’re going to put it?” The style wasn’t even close to anything in the house, except for maybe the modern kitchen.
“No, but we’ll figure it out.”
Taylor climbed into the backseat of the truck again. “I’m thinking of putting it in the foyer. That way, every time we walk into the house, we’ll think of you.”
Where had that sentimental comment come from? “That’s sweet.”
Jackson started the car. “We need to stop at the store and pick up some food that Jenny likes. While we cook, we can wait for the delivery of our artwork.”
These men were so considerate. When they got to the store, they headed to the meat department. She thought they might have gone the pasta route, given the house appeared so European. Then again, it came furnished.
“Chicken, steak, pork, or lamb?” Taylor asked.
When she didn’t answer, Jackson placed a hand on her shoulder. “We can do fish if you don’t eat red meat.”
She laughed. “I’m a Callen. I bet all the meat here came from our ranch. If I didn’t eat red meat, I’d have been disowned a long time ago.”
“Then you choose the cut of meat. You’re the expert.”
She liked to cook, so she picked out what appeared to be a good cut of beef. “I can make a mean vegetable medley, too, to go with the steak.”
Jackson smiled. “I knew there was a reason we liked you.”
“You and Jackson get the veggies, and I’ll pick up some other stuff we need.”
Even though this was a mundane chore, it was fun going with these guys trying to figure out what all three of them liked. Jackson seemed to know Taylor’s likes and dislikes. He picked up a variety of vegetables, but discarded his choices because Taylor didn’t eat it.
Finally, they came up with two vegetables. She waved her choices. “Are we in agreement with broccoli and green beans?”
“Yes, even though veggies aren’t high on Taylor’s need to eat list.”
From his fitness level, she would have guessed that was all he ate beside protein. They met at the checkout counter. She couldn’t believe the amount of junk Taylor had bought. At least he included strawberries. Taylor paid even though she tried to donate her share.
“You’re our date tonight.”
She liked the sound of that. They stored the food in back and drove home.
“I’ll get the grill going,” Taylor said.
“I’ll work on the veggies.”
Jackson looked between them. “I’ll be the helper.”
She’d need some guidance to find everything. Within forty-five minutes they had a gourmet-looking meal set out on the terrace. With the backdrop of the shimmering pool, it couldn’t get much more romantic.
Taylor placed a steak on her place. “One medium-rare steak for you, madam.”
He dropped one on his plate and one on Jackson’s. When she cut into her piece, the juices ran out. One bite and she felt like she’d traveled to heaven. Her dad was a superb cook, and this piece of meat was every bit as good as any her dad had ever prepared.
They chatted about the plane ride as well as Jackson’s upcoming show. The band, Righteous Warriors, was going on tour, but he said he would be working on some of his ideas while they were gone.
They finished their meal, and she stood to clear the dishes. Taylor placed a hand on her arm. “I’ll do that.”
She was about to object until Jackson stood. “You want to see our workroom?”
“Sure.”
She appreciated that Taylor was letting her get some alone time with Jackson. It had been hard with Taylor always around.
Before they left the porch, the doorbell rang. Taylor rushed to answer it. “I bet it’s the artist with the sculpture.”
Jackson turned them around. “Let’s go see.”
She loved that he was excited about the new purchase. Taylor had the door open when they got there. The artist and the sculpture greeted them.
“Let’s place it in the foyer.”
Together Taylor and the artist brought it in. Even though it was quite modern, it looked good there.
Taylor smiled. “What do you think?” He glanced to both of them.
Jackson stroked a hand over the fender. “It’s perfect.” He faced her. “What you do think?”
“I like it.”
Since they’d already paid the man, they thanked him and handed him a tip.
Taylor smiled. “Makes me want to buy another cycle.”
She didn’t like that idea, but thought it better to keep her opinion to herself.
Jackson held out his arm. “Now that we have that out of the way, let me show you where I like to spend my time.”
They went out through the pool area. At least a four-car garage sat about a hundred feet behind the house, but they had to cut through a formal garden to get there.
“Who takes care of the place?” Both men seemed so busy.
“We have a gardener.”
She hadn’t expected that answer. “That’s got to be expensive.”
“To be honest, this is Taylor’s family home.”
That explained a lot. She wondered if his parents had died and left him the estate. They reached the garage, and Jackson led her inside. He flipped on the lights.
“Wow.” Two thirds of the space was crammed with equipment.
“I know. It’s a bit messy. This is my half.”
It looked like an electronics store. “You do all the experimentation and design work here?”
“Yup.” He walked over to a panel and flipped on a bunch of switches.
Different colored lights swirled around the room. He must have hit another lever, because a loud boom sounded and a puff of smoke lifted off the ground. She giggled. “This is incredible.” The main light panel came on, bathing the room in white fluorescence. “I liked it dimmer.”
“Your wish is my command.”
The harsh lights got softer, and in its place appeared a combination of pink and blue lights that made swirl patterns on the wall.
Jackson edged behind her and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m glad you had a good time today.”
The lights mesmerized her. He turned her around and lifted her onto a table. He stepped between her legs and kissed her. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since we went to the art show.”
“You could have. I don’t think Taylor would have cared.”
“Taylor would have insisted he join in.”
Conflicting emotions slammed into her. “He was serious about the ménage?”
“We like to share some things. And one of them is you.”
Chapter Eight
Jenny’s heart nearly stopped. She wouldn’t say she was completely taken off guard, but Jackson didn’t seem the type to share. “Why?”
“Why you? Or why do we like to share?”
“I guess both.” Her mind clouded. Desire flooded through her brain thinking about having both men.
“You’re everything we want in a woman.
You’re beautiful, spunky, smart, and fun.”
She appreciated the compliment, but that didn’t quite satisfy her. “Okay, then why share?”
“Have you ever had two men worship you at the same time?”
“No.” She wasn’t sure she’d even had one man worship her.
“There are times when one of us isn’t around, and we don’t want you ever to be lacking. The sensual pleasure is more than double with two men. The experience will be unlike anything you’ve ever known. Trust me when I say a satisfied woman makes us happy.”
She’d never heard that explanation before. True, Sam and April had told her how amazing it was to have two men, but she’d never asked her brothers why they liked to share.
This might be a dream come true. Thinking about both men making love to her made her need exploded inside her. She unbuttoned Jackson’s shirt as fast as she could.
“You don’t want to invite Taylor to join us?”
“He’s cleaning up. Besides, I missed you today.”
“I’ll take that as a no. You won’t get a complaint from me.”
As she got him out of his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and lowered his jeans.
“Where’s your underwear?” She licked her lips at his huge erection.
“I was hoping to convince you to make love with me tonight. Why add an extra layer?”
“Smart man.”
He fished out a couple of condoms from his jeans’ pocket and tossed them on the table. “I like to come prepared.”
She chuckled. “I see that.”
He stepped back in all his glory and removed her boots and socks. Instead of slipping her shirt over her head, he leaned in and kissed her neck. He smelled like a spice she couldn’t identify, but her body caught on fire from him being so near.
She threaded her hands across his chest to his back and pulled him close. Merely touching him sent a hard need through her. While she loved the preliminaries of kissing and touching, her pussy was dying for a hard cock.
Maybe it was the thrill of the airplane or the fact Jackson had waited patiently on the ground while she took her turn in the air, but she needed him. His lips returned to hers, and she opened wide. He tasted of steak and beer.
She broke the kiss. “I want you now.”
He dipped his head. “We don’t want to keep Taylor waiting, do we?”
“No.”
He stepped back, opened a drawer, pulled out kneepads and tossed them on the table. “They’re not romantic, but they’ll save your knees.”
She’d wear anything if she could have him. He pulled off her pants and panties in one big tug and tossed them on the table. In a flash, he took off her top. He pressed her back to the table and cupped her tits.
“I’ve been thinking of these all day.”
He nuzzled his mouth between her small mounds then pulled down the straps to expose her nipples. He captured one tip between his teeth and tugged. The exquisite delight made her arch her back. She widened her legs and pressed her hips forward hoping for some pressure.
Jackson must have sensed her need, for he slipped a finger into her pussy. “Someone is happy that I’m here.”
“Yes. I want more.”
He added another finger, but that wasn’t the desired end. However, he made up for it when he nipped the end of her tits again. He was gentle but aggressive at the same time. She clasped her hands on his shoulders and rubbed his muscles, but she held still the moment his thumb pressed against her clit. She moaned.
Wanting to hurry the seduction, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He withdrew his fingers, lifted her off the table, and pressed his hard cock against her opening. Chaos swirled around her. She pulled him close and kissed him hard.
He placed her back on the table and threaded the kneepads over her feet and up to her knees. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She appreciated his thoughtfulness. As soon as she got into position, he pulled her backward until the tip of his cock found her ripe pussy.
“I’ve not stop thinking of this moment.” Jackson’s words almost came out in a pant. He stepped back and rubbed his hand over her creamy hole. He inserted a finger at the last moment. The quick stab hit some nerve and made her press down on his finger.
He stepped back. Foil ripped and latex slapped close over his cock. His hands grabbed her hips, and he slid into her wet channel.
“That feels so good.” She sucked in her bottom lip to keep from exploding right away.
“You’re the one who’s magnificent. I love your tight pussy.”
He drove into her, heating her to the core. She’d placed her hands on her jeans and was now gripping the material. She leaned backward to take in more of him. When she spread open her legs a bit more, his cock reached the end. She lifted her head and felt like howling. God, but she’d missed this.
His hands slid from her hips to the swollen nipples. He twisted them right then left, eliciting a delicious pressure that made her whole body sing. When he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed, she expanded her chest for more contact. Just then he pulled out and waited a second before traveling in again. He lowered his right hand and found her throbbing clit. He pinched the tip and plucked it. Electric sparks traced a line up her spine with each flick. The combination of pressure and thrusting took her higher. Her breaths became faster as he increased the speed.
“I want to kiss you,” she said.
He nuzzled her neck and inhaled. His cock left her warm cocoon, and he flipped her on her back. He hauled himself onto the table and spread on top of her, careful to stay on his elbows to reduce the pressure.
“You want the kneepads?”
“Darlin’, men don’t need them.”
She wondered why he had them. She didn’t think he’d brought a lot of women here. Before she could decode his comment, his tongue delved into her mouth. At the same time he spread her legs with his knees and plunged into her. Her breath caught at the intensity. His kisses turned more demanding as he pounded her flesh. She couldn’t get enough of him.
His pace slowed, and he turned his attention to just looking at her. His thumbs caressed her cheeks. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
“I never get tired of hearing it. Did I tell you how beautiful you are?”
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“Semantics.”
She lifted her head and drew his bottom lip into her mouth. He returned the favor. Soon he was admiring every part of her face with his kisses. She held onto him as if he were a lifeline. She lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. When his fingers touched the sides of her breasts and his thumbs her nipples, her desires eclipsed all thoughts. Their breaths mingled and their bodies meshed. Desperation drove each of them and her climax built into a heated pool of passion.
He must have known she was on the brink of her climax for he held on tight and pressed his cock to the very end. A torrent of relentless bliss ripped up her spine as her climax descended on her.
“That’s it!”
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as his cock expanded. Her fingers dug into his skin as his pulses told her he’d reached his climax at the same time.
He dropped his head. “Jesus. I swear it gets better each time.”
“Uh-huh.”
They stayed locked into place for a good minute before he withdrew and hopped off the table. “Be right back.”
He disappeared into some back room. Water sounded. He returned with a cloth and cleaned her up. “I’ll never forget this.”
“Me neither. Do you think Taylor is wondering what’s taking so long?”
“I don’t think he needs to wonder. He knows why I wanted to bring you in here.”
“Oh.”
He chuckled. “Maybe you’d like to sit in the whirlpool. That will help you relax.”
“That sounds divine, except that I didn’t bring a suit.”
He lowered her gaze. “I think I’ve seen it all.”
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nbsp; “But Taylor hasn’t.”
“Darlin’. You might as well get used to the idea that sooner or later we’re both going to claim you as ours.”
Her mouth dropped open. She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think Taylor is really into me.”
“You serious?”
“Yes.”
“Tell you what. I’ll say I have to go into work and I’ll leave you two alone. I bet it won’t take much to seduce him.”
She’d heard of ridiculous things, but this was way over the top. “I can’t do that.”
“It’ll be easy. When we get back inside, Taylor will know what we’ve been doing anyway. He won’t be surprised if you take off your clothes and get into the whirlpool.”
“Why do think he’ll know what we’ve been doing?”
“From the beautiful, flushed look on your face.”
Really? A man could tell? Maybe it would be wiser if she got home after her dad was in bed. There’d be fewer questions.
He took her hand. “Come on. We have to go in sometime.”
Taylor was on the deck drinking a beer when they arrived. “You like our playroom?”
She wouldn’t have called it that exactly. “It’s amazing. Jackson showed me all the different lights.”
He picked up his phone as if to check the time. “I didn’t know you were such an electronics buff.”
Damn. He knew. Too bad. If she wanted to have sex with Jackson she had every right to.
“Jenny wants to use the whirlpool.”
“Great, I could use a relaxing dip myself after flying.”
She hadn’t said yes, however, her black bra and panties could act as a bathing suit. She hadn’t expected the invitation to include Taylor. At least in the heated water, he wouldn’t be able to get it up, or so she believed.
Jackson turned his back to Taylor and faced her. She wanted to kiss the smirk off his face. He stepped out of his clothes in a few seconds. She wondered if he wanted to help her undress or if he thought she’d want to do it herself. To save time, she pulled her shirt over her head, toed off her boots again and stepped out of her pants. She kept her gaze on Jackson, never looking to see what Taylor was doing.
Jackson placed a hand to the small of her back and leaded over. “Being cautious?”
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