Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (16 page)

"I blinded you with passion, huh?” She felt proud of herself.

He snorted.

Jack turned down the road leading to the ranch.

"We're on your property now right?” She eased her hand back around his throbbing erection.

"Yes.” He practically growled the word.

"Good.” She nodded and leaned back over. She pulled his penis back into her mouth. He slammed on the brakes and put the truck in park. She almost fell out of the seat as he pushed it back, but she didn't let go, and she didn't stop licking and sucking him. Jack's hand fisted in her hair. His entire body tightened, and he became the most vocal man she had ever known.

"Oh! Just like that, right there, Christ!” He moaned. “Bethany, sweetheart. Your mouth feels so good. I don't want to come yet."

Bethany took his reaction as incentive to make him come even sooner. If she could make him wild for her in the bedroom, maybe she could start wiggling her way deeper into his life. If she let him get all touchy feely, maybe he would miss her when she was gone. Maybe he would miss her enough to keep her around. She sucked him off for all she was worth. His shaft grew impossibly harder. Jack tried to say something, but she had no idea what. It was gibberish at best.

Then, he came.

Like a volcanic eruption she was not prepared for, warm fluid shot into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, wanting to see his orgasm through to the last pulse. Jack tasted salty with a hint of something sweet. His shaft throbbed and pulsed until nothing was left inside of it. Bethany licked lazily at the tip. His entire body went limp, but for the semi-hard cock in her hand.

His hand opened and gently stroked the hair he had fisted. It had pulled a little bit, but the discomfort faded behind the excitement of making him lose control. She slowly sat up to look at him. He had a thin sheen of sweat on his brow, his hat had fallen into the backseat, and his Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he tried to regain his breath.

"Did you like it?” She asked a question with an obvious answer. Jack's lips twitched into a smile. Both dimples popped out, and his head lifted to look at her. She'd never seen a more peaceful look on any man's face than in that moment.

"I almost passed out.” He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with his knuckles. Bethany leaned into his hand, and he opened it, cupping her cheek and drawing her near. “Come here."

She was surprised he wanted to kiss her. After all, she probably tasted like him, but he didn't seem to mind. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her tightly. His lips opened and closed on hers; his tongue slid in, teased then retreated. He was starting a fire inside her, one she was not sure he would be able to handle since he seemed so relaxed and well sated.

His hand cupped her breast, and a moment later she felt his growing cock along her butt. His kisses turned more biting, more powerful. Her breathing sped up, and her heart began to race.

Then, a horn blew.

She jumped, reached back to feel if she had accidentally hit the steering wheel.

"Did I do that?"

The horn sounded again only this time it continued for a long moment. Jack laughed and looked in the rearview mirror. She shifted to look out the window and realized they were blocking Heath. Jack had stopped in the middle of the road. Heath could have driven around half on the road, half on the grass, but instead he decided to make a scene.

"All right, sweetheart, let's get to the house. We'll finish up there,” he promised as he readjusted the seat.

No. They were not finishing up anything at this rate. Jack knew the moment he saw the Honda Passport in the driveway Layla was there, and that meant two kids were with her. It was one thing to kick his brothers out. They were men and had a home of their own they could go to for the night but not Layla and the kids.

"Who are all these people?” Bethany asked, and he could sense the mood shift from sexual tension to nervous tension. At least Layla would not try to lip wrestle him. He could have died when Mary kissed him. Under ordinary circumstances, it was nice to be kissed by all the girls. But as a married man, those days were over. He looked at her and realized he was actually okay with kissing one woman the rest of his life. No one he had kissed before kissed better than her anyways.

"You are about to meet the goddess, Layla, and her two children. Rafe is nuts about the woman, but she is not so nuts about Rafe. I think at this point she may just think he's nuts, period.” Jack pulled into the garage and started fastening his pants. His erection had deflated the moment he saw the Honda. Heath pulled in the spot next to him, knowing he hated it when he did. The dogs liked to hang out in the garage at night, and two trucks parked inside gave them little space to play.

"Your brother knows what we were doing.” Bethany blushed as she looked at Heath who was now standing at the front of Jack's truck.

"Jealous bastard,” Jack said as he got out. Bethany started to open her door to get out. “Hey!"

"What?” She jumped and looked out the windshield.

"I'll open your door. Give me a minute.” He shook his head with disapproval.

Bethany held up her hands like she surrendered.

"Grab those pie's will ya?” he said as he rounded the front of the truck not so gently nudging his older brother out of the way.

"Pie?” Heath asked.

"Yes. And no, you can't have it. You're like a junk food junkie, man.” Jack opened Bethany's door and helped her out of the truck. He looked into her big, green eyes and asked, “Why do you want to make me look bad in front of my brother?"

"What? I don't, I didn't,” she answered.

"She's not making you look bad, for crying out loud. You can let a woman open her own door these days; it's not a crime. What makes you look bad is the way you stop in the middle of the road to fondle the poor thing. Have some decency, Jack, take it behind closed doors.” Heath shook his head in disapproval and gave Bethany what could only have been a sorrowful look. Jack was shocked his woman hating brother was feeling sorry for Bethany, not him.

"I'll have you know...” Bethany cut him off by slapping her hand over his mouth and holding it there. He looked down, and her pleading eyes said he would have to put his ego in check. He could not brag to his brother or tell him she was the assailant, and he was trying to get them home.

Heath opened the kitchen door not paying him any attention anyhow. As he disappeared inside, Jack removed Bethany's hand. “So, I get to take the blame?"

"If you ever want it to happen again, you do.” She batted her long lashes at him.

"Just checking.” He slipped his hand to the small of her back and led her to the door. Inside he could already hear Heath and Rafe laughing, two kids squealing, and two dogs making a lot of thumping noise. “Hope you're ready for a long night."

Bethany was ready for a long night, and now she was more primed for loving than not. She did not want to spend a long night with his family. She hadn't had Jack to herself all week. As they entered the big country kitchen, it was a moot point. Rafe was already grabbing backpacks and attempting to round up the kids.

"Hey there. That's Bethany.” Rafe pointed to her, and the woman turned the most dazzling blue eyes Bethany had ever seen her way.

"Hi.” The woman extended a hand. “I'm Layla. These are my two kids, Savanna and Brice."

The kids stopped running at the mention of their names and moved around the counter where she could see them. Bethany smiled, stepped forward to shake Layla's hand, then extended it to the well trained children.

"I'm Bethany, Jack's wife.” Bethany offered her hand to the little girl. She had strawberry blonde hair and eyes like her mother's.

"I'm Savanna. I'm in first grade.” She smiled revealing a space where two front teeth should have been. “I'm going to marry Heath when I grow up."

"Nice to meet you, Savanna.” Bethany smiled at the child who waved to Heath. The big ogre waved back and winked at the child. Rafe laughed. “And you are?"

"Brice. I'm in kin-er-gar-en,” he said breaking the word into syllables. He had brown hair and eyes but his mother's lips and nose.

"You must be very smart.” Bethany nodded.

She liked them. She had never been around kids much. It was weird how in the very instant she met them something kicked in her gut. A longing she never knew she had; a fever started inside. She knew right then that if she had a daughter she would not have to compete for Jack's attention. She knew she would be a good mother. She looked over to Jack and wondered what his kids would look like. More specifically, what their kids would look like.

"Come here, Cowboy!” Jack shouted, and Brice took off. The kid climbed him like a tree then hung on to his back.

"Me, Jack, my turn. Flip me!” Savanna squealed as Brice was flipped to the floor.

"Come on up, Cowgirl.” He handled Savanna more gently, but she climbed his back nonetheless. Once at the top, he secured her in his hands and flipped her, squealing all the way, letting her feet land first on the floor. Once she was standing and balanced, he let her go.

"Me me!” Brice chanted.

"No, no more. Jack, you always get them wound up.” Layla laughed.

"Yeah Jack, they have school tomorrow,” Rafe added with a sheepish grin.

"Bethany, it was great meeting you, and I hope to see you again soon. But these guys have school in the morning, and someone has already made them late getting home.” Layla cast a glance at Rafe who looked at Heath. “Don't look at him. You're in big trouble, mister."

"How'd I get so lucky?” Rafe winked, and Layla let out a sigh of exasperation. Bethany could sense the energy between them, but she knew Layla was holding back. She knew because she had been doing the same thing all week.

"It was great meeting you,” Bethany said as Layla gathered the kids by their hands.

"Rafe, you really don't have to follow us home,” Layla said. Heath said goodbye to Savanna and snorted at Rafe who made hand gestures behind Layla's back. He ignored the woman's comment and grabbed the backpacks, escorting the family out the door.

"See you in the morning,” Rafe called as he shut the door behind them.

"Heath, you don't have to go now.” She watched as the man headed for the hall and the upstairs bedrooms. He had let down his guard around the kids. She wanted to see more of that Heath, get to know Jack's brother.

"I have to be at work at five a.m. It's going on eight. I'd like to go to bed if that's all right with you.” Heath bristled.

"Well, I guess so.” She didn't let him get to her. The man apparently had a mood swing problem. One minute he was happy and sociable, the next he was crabby and irritable.

"Thanks.” He snorted again.

"Trying to avoid being alone with me?” Jack stepped up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.

At once the chemistry in the room changed. All thoughts of his brothers and their dilemmas went to the back burner. “No. I just didn't want to be rude."

"Come on. Let's go see what's in the bedroom.” Jack swatted her on the butt making her yelp.

The short distance between the kitchen and his bedroom had never seemed longer than it did tonight. Bethany followed him. He could feel her eyes warming his back and then his ass. Why the woman was constantly staring at his backside was beyond him. It sure did not compete with hers.

Now, her ass was worth looking at.

Closing the door behind them, he locked it. When he turned around, Bethany had already started to undress, but this time he did not just want her sexually. He wanted her emotionally. She started to open up with him, no way would he let her shut down again.

"Leave your clothes on for a bit.” He held out the sweater she had tossed.

"Sorta defeats the purpose, don't you think?” She frowned at him. She stared at the offered sweater.

"If my purpose was just to get you naked, yes, but I don't want you naked, yet.” Jack stepped close to her. Close enough to smell her hair and the sweet perfume she was wearing. Light, subtle, barely there and mixing deliciously with her own natural fragrance.

"What do you have in mind?” she asked, and he could sense she was getting nervous. The sweater remained in his hand, and she looked at it, not him.

"I thought we'd start slow for a change.” He placed the sweater around her shoulders. Reluctantly, she slipped her arms into it. “These things are so soft, like the one you were wearing when we met."

Her breath hitched as he slid his hands down her shoulders then back up. “Look at me."

She looked up, a mix of emotions danced across her features. He knew she wasn't expecting him to want more than sex, but he did want more. A lot more. He wanted everything, and he wanted it now.

"Trust me, okay?” he whispered against her soft skin before kissing her on the cheek. His lips lingered there as she nodded.

Her hands moved around his back. Gently, he swayed them to the song in his mind. If he had a voice, he would sing to her, but he didn't, and he was not about to embarrass himself or make her laugh when all he wanted was to hold her and make her feel cherished.
Damn song!

"You know something, Jack. You're not at all what I expected.” She sighed and squeezed him tighter.

"No?” He kissed her temple then her ear. As he made his way to her neck, she rolled her hips against his, bringing them closer as they danced. He relished the feel of her body pressed against him. Her curls tickled his chin, the smell of her shampoo pleased his nose, and the beat of her heart against his chest as she squeezed him tighter soothed his own.

"No.” She let her head drop back. Her light green eyes sparkled. She looked beautiful, happy. “I thought all you wanted from me was sex and a three month marriage so you could get your money. It's something I was familiar with, being used for financial gain. But you, you want more."

Jack stopped, like a record needle scratching over the vinyl her words stopped the music in his head and stole his moment. “What are you talking about?"

"You want my soul, Jack Johnson. You're the devil himself. And I signed it over, lock stock and barrel, didn't I?” She was still somewhat lost in the dreamy romantic moment, but her words were like knives ripping him apart. Who had used her for money? He did not want her soul, well, not for money anyways. He wanted her heart. He wanted a fair chance at the vows they made.