All Jacked Up (16 page)
Authors: Lorelei James
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Adult, #Western, #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
Keely snorted. “You do not make me nervous. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.” She moved until she saw him leaning against his Beemer.
Jack kept his arms crossed over his chest. “I had brunch with my mom and brother. Evidently my mom ended up with a piece of Carolyn’s silver service. She was mortified and I volunteered to bring it back for her.”
She looked at Jack skeptically. There was an edge to him, an edge that automatically made her bristle.
If he was here just to return a piece of silverware, she’d eat her hat.
“Is your mother around?”
“No. She and Dad haven’t come back yet. If you leave it with me, I’ll be sure she gets it.”
He cocked his head. “What’s up with you acting so formal?”
“Jesus, Jack, make up your mind. First you accused me of reverting to a twang, now you’re claiming I’m acting formal?”
“I meant you’re acting awful formal for a woman who was on her knees with my dick in her mouth not five hours ago.”
A blush stole across her cheeks, which pissed her off. This was how he treated her after she opened herself up to him? Screw him. “How’s this for formal? Fuck. Off. You’re an asshole.” Keely pivoted and stomped up the porch steps.
Too bad she couldn’t provide him with a dramatic exit, slamming the door after she flounced into the house and locking it behind her. But her boots were filthy and she knew better than to track mud and horseshit across her mother’s floor. She sat on the edge of the boot bench.
“Would you let me—”
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“Keep sayin’ crude shit like that to piss me off? Hell no. Go away.”
“Look. I came here to try and do something nice—”
“That comment was not nice by any stretch of the imagination.” She grunted as she yanked off her right boot. “I don’t know why I’m surprised we’re back to you only being nice to me when we’re in public.”
“Or
you
only being nice to
me
when we’re fucking?” he taunted back.
That did it.
Goaded beyond control, Keely whipped her dirty boot at him. At least the man had good reflexes out of bed too and he was fast enough to duck.
Jack’s look of surprise was downright comical. And totally worth it. “What the hell was that for?”
“Because I gave you a chance to leave and you didn’t.”
“So whipping a boot at my head is supposed to be an incentive?”
“Yep.”
“You’re a fucking riot, buttercup.” He flashed his teeth. “And guess what? It didn’t work.”
“I have another boot,” she warned.
“And lousy aim. You’re goddamn lucky—”
“I missed on purpose, Jack-off. And
you’re
goddamn lucky you’re not wearing a dirt halo and a dent in your fat head.” She hopped up and sought refuge in the house. Maybe her over-the-top behavior would convince the stupid, smarmy jerk to take off so she could calm down.
The porch door slammed again.
Or maybe not.
Keely took the shortcut from the back entryway to the kitchen. She scrubbed her hands in the sink and ignored Jack’s gaze burning a hole in her back. When she deigned to look at him, leaning indifferently in the doorjamb, she noticed he was tapping the metal serving utensil against his palm.
Smack, smack, smack
over and over.
“Go away, Jack.”
“No.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“I cannot deal with you right now.”
“Tough. You brought this on yourself.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“I’ll remind you you’re an uninvited guest in my parents’ house. I may not be able to throw you out of the apartment you own, but I can toss you out of here.”
“Try it.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Will you stop smacking that goddamn thing? It’s giving me a headache.”
“I’m just warming it up so the metal isn’t cold when I spank your bare ass with it.”
Smack, smack,
smack
.
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Keely couldn’t help it; she laughed. “Right.” She’d gone about six steps when the word, “Stop,” had the effect he’d intended. She stopped.
“Do not push your luck with me any more than you already have, Keely,” he warned.
Smack, smack,
smack.
Of all the freakin’ nerve. Keely spun around. Her stomach fluttered. She’d never seen that look in his eye—the taskmaster with a lesson to teach. “You’re serious.”
“Completely.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“You really think I’m going to let you…hit me?”
“Not hit you. Spank you. Big difference. Losing your temper and throwing your boot at me proved you need to learn there are consequences for acting out against me.”
Smack, smack, smack
.
“No. Way. You are fucking delusional.” The continual
smack,
smack, smack
was wearing on her nerves. “I haven’t been spanked since I was about six years old.”
In a clipped tone, Jack said, “Then it’s past time you had a reminder.”
“Maybe you need a reminder not to goad me,” she retorted.
Silence.
A stalemate?
“I don’t make idle threats. Drop your jeans and show me that ass.”
“No.”
“I’ll have my way, Keely. You give it or I’ll take it.”
A small thrill surfaced. How far would he take this?
Let’s find out.
She walked away. As she bypassed the living room, she realized he’d followed her. If she picked up speed, so did he.
Smack, smack, smack
echoed until she was surrounded. The noise was in her head.
Pounding in her blood. Throbbing in her groin.
She took the stairs at a dead run.
Jack gave chase.
Keely shrieked. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest. Adrenaline soared and her pulse exploded. Her breathing sputtered after climbing the second set of stairs.
Then she was zipping down the hallway. Her room had a hefty lock. If she could get there first…
As she pushed the door open, a strong set of arms circled her waist. She shrieked again—which was quickly muffled when Jack lifted her off her feet and dropped her face-first on her bed.
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Jack absorbed the brunt of the fall when they hit the mattress. He quickly immobilized Keely’s hands above her head and used his body weight to hold her down. Still, the woman bucked like wild bronc.
When she turned tail and ran, Jack acted like any predatory male in his position: He’d raced after her to gauge how far she’d take the battle of wills.
The question was what to do with her now that he’d caught her.
He’d ditched the cake server after she’d taken off. So he’d have to implement a different tool. His hand? It’d be hot as sin seeing his imprint on her remarkable ass, all pink and red and his.
“Don’t you dare spank me, or I’ll…”
That settled it. Keely was getting a spanking. Her lilac scent permeated the braid and he inhaled as much of the sweetness as his lungs would hold.
“You’ll take whatever I decide to dish out. And if you weren’t so goddamn hotheaded, you’d realize that I was trying to apologize for my smartass comment. But you opted to push me, so I’m pushing back.”
“Jack. Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured in her ear.
“Move.”
“Move like this?” He slid his hips from side to side, grinding his erection into her ass. “Or like this?”
He bumped his pelvis, thrusting as he rolled his hips.
“You are such a pervert.”
“Just another thing we have in common, cowgirl.” Jack lightly sank his teeth into the shell of her ear and soothed the sting with a soft sucking kiss.
She hissed.
His mouth returned to the curve of her jaw. “I will fuck you like this, Keely, if I choose to. Face down on the bed. Keeping my intentions unclear until the moment my cock shoves into you. Might be your cunt.
Might be your ass. Might be I’ll stroke my dick in your butt crack and come all over your back.”
Keely shivered and not from fear.
“Hold still. Take what you’ve got coming to you.” Maintaining his grip on her wrists in his left hand, he rolled to his left side, stretching his right leg over the back of her thighs.
She stopped struggling.
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Jack rubbed his palm over her butt cheeks. Damn. Keely’s ass filled out a pair of 501s to perfection.
He kept stroking, building her anticipation. With his fingers around her wrists, he felt her pulse leap every time he changed direction or speed.
His first swat wasn’t hard. Neither was the second. But the third and fourth—one on each butt cheek—stung his hand. Jack knew they’d stung her, even through the denim. He peppered each side with a series of fast smacks, finishing with three hard swats down low where her thigh curved into her ass.
When Keely continued to hold herself rigid, expecting more, he removed his leg and released her wrists. “I’m done. And I reward good behavior. Up on your hands and knees.”
She didn’t look at him, but she obeyed. Jack took a second, unbelievably humbled, unbelievably grateful, unbelievably touched by this strong woman who gave herself over into his sexual keeping without question.
He peeled her jeans to her knees, in effect hobbling her. Jack knelt on the bed, his eyes eating up the red marks he’d placed on her ass.
Fuck that was hot. He swept his palm over the marks. Literally hot. He kissed the lips tattooed on her butt cheek. Then he ran his tongue over the beautifully pinkened flesh.
“Omigod.”
He laved every swollen spot. Blowing on her heated skin until she arched into him for more. Bathing his marks of possession until he smelled her arousal and saw the sweet cream dotting her inner thighs.
Jack stripped her jeans off. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her upper body to the mattress, leaving her ass in the air. Taking a butt cheek in each hand, he lifted her up and spread her open for his mouth.
Keely gasped.
He licked her slit, from her clitoris to that sweet little asshole. He rimmed the pucker with his tongue, relishing the sexy moans of consent she didn’t bother to hide.
A thrill shot through him. Keely liked his raunchy side. Her complete wantonness increased Jack’s determination to please her beyond her wildest dreams.
“If this is your idea of punishment, I plan on being bad all the damn time.”
He laughed and continued to torment her. He fucked her ass and her cunt with his tongue until she shook with need, whispering
please, please, please
in a husky rasp that caused his dick to jerk against his zipper.
“Turn over.”
The second Keely was on her back, Jack buried his face in her pussy. He zeroed in on her clit, sucking relentlessly until Keely bucked against his mouth and came in a rush of wetness all over his face. He didn’t release her juicy sex until her legs stopped twitching.
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Again, Jack was humbled, seeing Keely utterly boneless, beautiful in abandon. He kissed her damp mound. The ticklish skin between her hipbones. The strange looking tattoo on her hip he suspected was a brand. The cute indent of her belly button. He looked at her, hoping she saw how much she meant to him at that moment.
No smile. No teasing eyes. She just said, “Fuck me, Jack. However you want. On the bed. On the floor. Over the chair. Hanging from the damn ceiling. I don’t care. I just need to see that wild look in your eyes and know I put it there.”
Her honesty floored him. Jack took her mouth in a brutal kiss. He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her, eating at those full lips. He staggered back, spun and pinned her against the wall.
He ripped his mouth away. “Help me get these jeans off.”
They depantsed him. Her hot, naked skin against his drove him out of his freakin’ mind. He grabbed a handful of her warm ass, canted her pelvis and plunged his cock in deep.
“Yes. Oh God. Yes.”
With her legs wrapped around his waist, she ground down on him every time he thrust up.
Slam slam
slam
. No kisses. No caresses. No talking. Nothing but hard, fast fucking.
Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned, “Harder,” tightening her fingers in his hair as she bore down on him with her pussy muscles.
Slam slam slam.
Keely suddenly snapped upright, a stricken look on her face. “Wait. Did you hear someone walking down the hall?”
“No.”
“I did. Jack. Stop. I think my parents are home.”
“So?”
“
So
? We can’t do this if my mom and dad are downstairs.”
Jack had just uttered the words, “You’re paranoid,” when Keely’s mom called out, “Keely, hon? You up here?”
“Shit! Let me down.”
“No. Just answer her.”
“We have to stop.”
He got right in her face. “No fucking way. Answer her now before she comes hauling ass in here.”
Keely half-glared at him and shouted, “Yeah, Mom, I’ll be right out.”
Pause. “Is Jack in there with you?”
“See?” she hissed.
Jack began to thrust again. Damn. Had sex ever felt this good? He muttered, “Answer her, buttercup,”
against her throat and sucked on the spot that turned her inside out.
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“Yes! I mean, Jack is here and we’ll be done—I mean out—in a few minutes.”
“Okay. We’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Fuckin’ hell, my dad is out there too!” she whispered furiously.
“So?” His thrusts picked up rhythm.
“Dammit Jack, stop. I can’t have an orgasm now.”
He grinned at her. “Wanna bet?” He fucked her without pause, using his teeth on her throat until she came gasping, cursing his name, which bizarrely enough, turned him on even more. Keely pulled his hair, her orgasm was so intense. He muffled his raw shout against her shoulder as hot burst after hot burst shot out the end of his dick.
That’s when he realized why the sex was so good.
“Shit. We forgot a condom.”
