Forbidden Attraction [The Callens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

She pressed her feet on his thighs before lifting again. When she lowered her body this time, his hard cock almost reached to the end. He must have sensed her being tentative, for he tilted his hips a bit. That change in angle allowed her to take in his entire length.

She went up and down a few more times. The passageway became more comfortable with each round trip. The added friction excited every nerve. Streaks of pleasure rippled through her and built her climax. Just as she was about to peak, he grabbed her waist.

“Unhook your legs. I want to come from behind and play with your tits.”

She wasn’t sure what come from behind meant, but she trusted Jackson. Even though she was a bit disappointed, she wanted this to be a fabulous experience for him, too. Placing her feet on the ground, he spun her around, which forced her to palm the door.

Gently, he pressed on her back until her ass was cock-height. He leaned over and blew air across her neck. “What you do to me.” The tenderness and sincerity nearly undid her composure.

Using his foot, he widened her stance and slid right into her pussy. The sensation rekindled the awakening nerves. Now that he was in control, the thrill rose. His power seemed to unleash as he drove into her. His hands found her breasts, which only added to the delirium that was building inside her again. He twisted the nipples right and left. When he pressed down on them, the erotic lust blasted her, pushing her closer to her bursting release.

One hand found her clit. The moment he touched her swollen bud, he plowed into her hard. The combination left her senseless. Chaos rained down on her. All she could do was rock back and forth to feel more of him. The pressure on her walls was reaching her limits. She clamped down hard on his cock, milking him for all she was worth. She wanted his climax to be as spectacular as the one about to take over her.

His hands slipped to her hips, which he held still as he plowed into her. “I need you.”

“Me, too.”

His grunts matched his thrusts. Her moans came out louder and louder as her blood zipped through her heated body. Whorls of ecstasy swirled inside her, taking her higher and higher. Blood pounded in her head.

“I’m coming,” she screamed, praying no one was around.

“Go.”

She squeezed shut her eyes and let the pleasure cocoon her. She lifted her head and gulped in air as her climax finally claimed her.

“Oh, Jackson. Yes!”

His grip turned into a vise as he drove in one final time. He held still as his cock enlarged. A second later, the condom filled with heated liquid. His head dropped onto her back and he acted as if he’d used all of his energy.

For at least a minute he stayed inside her, pulsating. When he pulled out, he tore off the condom, wrapped it in a sheet of printer paper and tossed it in the trash. From the desk he picked up a box of tissues and handed her one. It wasn’t the best cleanser, but it would have to do.

“We better get out of here before they lock up the place.”

She stilled. “Can we get out?”

She caught the look of uncertainty in his eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve never had sex in the arena before.”

The fact this was a first for him pleased her. She quickly pulled on her clothes, not bothering to refresh her makeup. Besides, she’d need a mirror for that. He opened the door and checked both ways. He waved her out.

The only lights that were on were the emergency lights. Being in the hallway when the place was deserted spooked her a bit. “They don’t have any security at night do they?”

“Don’t know. They’re here when the crew is working on the show, but I’m not sure how long they stay after we leave.”

At least he knew his way around. They took the stairs to the ground level. The first exit was locked. She tried not to be upset that they might be locked in all night.

“I guess worst case,” he said, “is that we have to spend the night in the arena.” She appreciated his calm.

Hmmm. Maybe that would be fun. They could sleep outside on the tarps and watch the stars. “Sounds like a good backup plan to me.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist. “I like a woman who isn’t afraid of a little adventure.” To punctuate his comment, he leaned over and kissed her.

Her body still reacted to his touch. It didn’t seem to matter how many kisses she received. They didn’t pass any security, but it took until the fourth door before they found an exit to the outside. She didn’t want to show her disappointment, so she raised her arms and cheered.

* * * *

The next morning her mom had breakfast waiting when she came downstairs. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s already eaten. It’s just us girls.”

“I like it.” Since she’d spent the entire summer at school, she hadn’t had time to just be with her mom.

“How was your date last night?”

She hoped her mother wasn’t too disappointed that she’d had to cancel with Eleanor’s son. “Super. The band was incredible, but the pyrotechnics were out of this world.” She sipped her steaming coffee. “Did you know that Jackson designed the whole show, including the firework display?” There was no way her mother could know, but she wanted to brag a bit.

“No. That takes someone quite special.”

“It does. Jackson might own a bar, but he’s multi-talented.”

Her mom picked up one pancake from the stack and poured a bit of syrup on top. She was sure her mother had already eaten, but it was nice that she wanted to spend some time with her. “So you like him.”

“A lot. I think he might be the one.”

“From what I’m sensing, you don’t need me to fix you up on a date anymore.”

Jenny’s face heated up. “Not if Jackson is as interested in me as I am in him.”

Her mom smiled. “I’m happy for you.”

There was something else bothering her. Maybe it was the fact that the other children had two husbands. “You’re happy with only one husband, right?”

“Goodness gracious, yes. Your dad is a handful. I couldn’t imagine being with two men, but I’m old fashioned. I know you said Jackson has a roommate. Maybe you ought to try him out also.”

“Try him out? He’s not a used car.”

Her mom waved her fork on which dangled a bite of pancake. “I didn’t mean that. Talk to your sisters. They’ll tell you how wonderful it is to have two men. When one is busy working the other is around to help out.”

She wasn’t sure she had the time to entertain two men. “I’ll see. I am busy.”

Her mom ate the pancake piece. “A woman is never too busy for love.”

She might be twenty-four, but this conversation was too intimate even for her young ears.

* * * *

Jenny had to wait two days before seeing Jackson again. He had called to tell her that he was going to be out of town until Monday. He’d been asked to set up the sound and lights for Righteous Warriors, who were playing in Montana. She was pleased he sounded so excited. Everyone should have a passion. In the meantime, she’d study for the MCAT. Reviewing every one of her classes and relearning all the muscles in the body was going to take time.

By the time Monday rolled around, she couldn’t wait to go to the Raging Bull. She got there extra early, but Jackson wasn’t there. To keep her disappointment from showing, she rinsed a cloth and began to clean the tables. Tara came over and wiped down the table next to her. By the way she was taking her time, something was bothering her.

“You okay?”

Her friend shrugged. “Yeah.”

She knew a lie when she heard one. “You seem a bit down.”

Tara tossed the towel on the table and sat down. “You know how exciting it is when you first meet someone?” Apparently that was a rhetorical question because she went right on without waiting for an answer. “You think your life is going to be perfect, and then your husband changes.”

She wanted to be supportive. “I can’t say that I speak from experience, but I would say that it would be difficult if that happened.”

“I think I told you that Dale decided to go to work for his dad in the garage as a mechanic instead of going to college.”

“I remember.”

“When his dad died three years ago, the garage closed. Dale has been working odd jobs since then, but his heart’s not in it.”

She didn’t understand how he’d changed. “What’s different now?”

Tara blew out a breath. “Before his father passed, Dale would do anything to make sure our son had clothes, medicine, toys, and food.”

“And now?”

“He just quit his janitor’s job. He said he didn’t like the hours or the pay. What did he expect? The economy is in a slump. The only skill he has is fixing cars. He won’t even go to a trade school. He said he’d rather homeschool our son than work. So now I have to get another job.”

From the way the circles under her eyes had darkened, Tara couldn’t handle working any more hours. She had a BA in History and worked at a law firm during the day and at the Raging Bull three nights a week. If she picked up something else, she’d never see her family. “Tell him to get off his ass and get a job.”

Tara wiped her cheek. “I did, but he says he can’t find anything.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah.”

The door opened and Jackson blew in. Excitement prickled her skin. She wanted to help Tara, but at the moment, her friend didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen, or had already told her off her husband and it hadn’t done any good.

If Jenny hadn’t been so moved by Tara’s story, she’d have run into Jackson’s arms and kissed him. However, he might not want his other employees to know that they were dating.

The moment he spotted her, he briefly nodded and headed into the back room. She could barely contain her excitement. “Excuse me. I need to ask Jackson something.”

As cool as she could be, she walked toward the back room. She hoped she hadn’t misinterpreted the slight smile and yearning in his eyes.

She ducked in. He stepped from behind the door and pulled her to his chest.

“It’s been too long,” he said.

That was an understatement. “I know. This past week without you has been a killer.”

The kiss was demanding at first then softened as if he wanted to savor her lips and enjoy the feel of her in his arms. His fingers followed a path from her face down her arms and then to her hips. He pulled her closer, and his hard cock dug into her stomach.

He leaned back, his lips soft from the kiss. “I want you now.”

Despite her hormones raging through her and her pussy screaming for release, it would be crazy to have sex in the back room. “We can’t. You know Winston always comes back here to check inventory as soon as he gets in.”

“Damn.” He stepped back an inch. “This is going to be a long night. I’ll be preoccupied thinking about you.”

Knowing that he wanted her was such a high. “Like it’s going to be easy for me?”

He smiled. “Every time you look over at the bar, I want you to imagine what my tongue can do to your pussy.”

She sank back against the door remembering the last time her back has been plastered against a hard surface. “I won’t get any of the drink orders right.”

He laughed. “That’s my girl.”

She loved the endearment. The door handle jiggled, proving that their decision to stop had been the right one. A giggle escaped, and she adjusted her uniform. Jackson pulled open the door, and Winston came in. She picked up a couple of new rags and hightailed it back to her workstation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the smile off her face.

To make matters worse, Jackson did as he promised. Every time she looked over or put in a drink order, he’d manage to either run his tongue over his lips, wink, or drag his gaze down the length of her body. By the time midnight rolled around, she was a pool of raging hormones.

Just as she and Tara finished cleaning the tables, Winston came up to Jackson and said something about the inventory being off. Jackson glanced over at her. From the way his brows pinched, he’d be spending some time straightening out the problem. Given she had a busy schedule tomorrow, she’d be better off if she went straight home. She mouthed, “Good night.”

It wasn’t until Thursday that they got a chance to talk. Even then, they only had a few minutes before the bar opened. Jackson was organizing the bottles, checking to see the glasses were clean and the cash drawer full. If the other workers hadn’t been milling around, she would have stolen a kiss.

He dropped the cloth on the counter and leaned on his elbows inches from her face. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to the sidewalk arts and craft show in downtown on Saturday?”

It wasn’t just because she wanted to be with him, but she genuinely loved to browse those shows. “I’d love to. There are so many talented people displaying their wares. It’s always fun to see the variety.”

“The house I share with Taylor needs a pick-me-up. Our place is a bit outdated. I thought maybe you’d help me find something to go in the living room.”

The idea of giving guidance like that warmed her heart. Letting her help pick something he’d see everyday implied he, too, was thinking long term. Of course, she had no intention of marrying until after med school, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be together until then. “I’d love to. I know you can get some incredible bargains at these shows.”