Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (6 page)

"Don't tempt me, Bethany. I'd love to pull your skirt up and pound into you, but we have to get your stuff, tell your roommates...” He waved his hand in the air and looked at the ceiling.

It was all the time she needed to move. She quickly peaked around the corner of their hide out and did not see anyone coming or going down either side of the hallway. She turned, facing the wall and lifted the skirt over her hips. “Do it, Jack. You know you want to. I want you to."

With her ass in the air offered up to him, how could he say no? Jack stepped out, checked the hall, looked around the vending area one more time for security cameras, then finding none, released his dick.

"Quick, Bethany. This has to be quick.” He slid the head of his cock over her opening then pressed in. She still gasped as if it were her first time. “Talk to me, Bethany. Tell me you like it."

"Yes, Jack. I like it. I love your big cock.” She braced against the wall as Jack moaned. He liked it when she talked to him, huh? “Fuck me, Jack. Give me every inch of your big ... thick..."

Jack spent before she could finish saying cock. He pounded into her hard and fast. He called her name on a groan. It was the first time she actually felt the throbbing of his cock as he released, the first time she was not coming with him. The burst of semen shot out, and she realized he was not wearing a condom. Slow jerks signaled the end of his release. Slowly, he pulled out.

"Better?” she asked and straightened her skirt. He looked dazed but satisfied and more relaxed than earlier.

"I feel a lot better.” By rote, he tucked his cock back into his jeans and fastened them. Coming out of the haze, he smiled.

"I'm on birth control. I was going to tell you last night, but I didn't get the chance.” She stepped closer and then patted him on his chest. She was not familiar with intimacy. Her parents were like two robots together. It was awkward to be with him in between the wild sex they were sharing. “My room is on the next floor down. Think we can make it there without having sex on the stairs?"

"I make no promises.” He laughed a hearty laugh that she enjoyed hearing. He followed her out of their hiding spot. As they neared the stairwell, the elevator dinged and a whole family filed off. “Glad we finished before they got here."

Bethany chuckled as they started through the stairwell door.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"What the fuck is going on here?"

"Your mother has been blowing up both phones, Bethany. Where have you been?"

The three women merged on her at once. Jack sidestepped the group and went into the bathroom. He thought he had gone unnoticed as they all continued to squeak and squawk in high-pitched, angry voices back and forth, but as the bathroom door opened, he realized they just had not gotten to him yet.

Standing there, cock in hand, taking a leak, he never felt so exposed in his life. The four women clustered in the doorway and collectively gasped.

"Jack!” Bethany shouted as if he could stop midstream.

"Who the hell are you?” the short African American woman crossed her arms and asked as she gave him the once over, twice.

"That's a big dick.” The blonde nodded as though she alone made the observation.

"Jesus, Katie!” The Spanish looking woman elbowed her friend.

With no other option, Jack shook his member, tucked it into his jeans, and faced the audience. Holding his left hand up, he curled all fingers but one, the one with the ring on it. “Can I wash my hands alone, or do you need to call a press conference?"

Looking offended, as if he were the one being rude, they allowed him the privacy to wash his hands. As soon as the door shut, he heard them start in on Bethany again. He waited to turn on the water. He wanted to hear what they had to say, how much they influenced her.

"You are not married to some strange man!” He recognized the Spanish woman's voice. No Spanish accent, she just reminded him of someone from Spain or Puerto Rico, someplace exotic, like she looked, like a Spanish Rose.

"Your parents are going to kill you and him!” Miss Brown Sugar pointed out.

"He has a really big dick, Bethany. I know you didn't sleep with him,” Miss Blonde Ambition commented.

He turned on the water. He was not going to leave her out there to fight those crazy bitches alone, and they had to be crazy. The conversation had totally drifted from being about Bethany to the size of his cock. If these were her friends, who were her enemies? He thought about that as he opened the door. Maybe she only married him to escape trouble.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?” Jack looked over all of them toward the only woman in the room worth looking at.

"She's not going anywhere.” Brown Sugar crossed her arms and stared at him. Blonde Ambition started up next.

"Look here, buddy. You can't just walk in here with your big dick in hand and think we are going to turn our friend over to you. Plans have been made, invitations sent out."

As she said it, he could feel the blonde looking him up and down. Yesterday morning she would have been everything he wanted to marry and divorce. Blonde, tall, beautiful, and somewhat deprived apparently. But now, all he wanted was Bethany, his warrior looking back at him with eyes silently pleading for his understanding.

"Katie, will you stop with the man's dick size?” Spanish Rose stepped up to him. “Look, our friend here has made a huge mistake. She can't get married in Las Vegas. I mean she doesn't even know you. So, if you'll just leave, we'll take it from here."

"Bethany, what do you need me to carry?” he asked as if the other women did not exist. He watched her back straighten and her chin lift as the look of stubbornness and propriety took over, and he prayed whatever came next, it would not be directed at him.

"Jack, darling, grab my bags. They match this.” She held up her little purse.

Bethany walked to the bed, which was still made, picked up the matching cosmetic bag and a larger purse with a phone hanging off the side. He grabbed the large and small suitcase and carried them by the handle. She sure did not pack light.

"Ladies. It's been fun all these years, but it's over,” she said.

Bethany marched out the door, and he followed. Once they were both on the outside, she turned back to face three shocked women. Jack feared she was changing her mind, but her posture had not changed a bit.

"Katie, Rosetta, Mercedes. I love you. I really do, but I am an adult not a child. I don't need your support or approval. If you really want to be friends, you will respect my decisions. I never judged you, Katie, even though you try to sleep with any guy who gives you the time of day. Mercedes, I never told anyone how you were cheating on Rodney the first three months of your marriage. Rosetta ... Rosie ... I know you want to be diplomatic and be all things to all people, but you are not my mom, old friend, which means you should stop fucking my dad!"

She slammed the door. He was certain he felt as much shock as her friends.

"So, where do we live?” she asked as if she had not just rocked everyone's world in that room. He took a moment to collect his thoughts.

Bethany headed toward the elevator, and Jack followed behind her. He never wanted to be on the receiving end of this woman's wrath. No one would see it coming because she seemed so meek and mild mannered. The little lady he met in the bar was like a viper. If she got coiled up, a strike was deadly.

"Montana,” he said as he set the bag down in the elevator.

"It has wheels.” She reached over and tried to pull the case upright. He grabbed the side handle and righted the suitcase on the small wheels. Bethany unzipped a small patch of material on the top and pulled up a handle. Well, that explained how she carried the damn thing. It weighed a ton.

"Thanks. I was wondering if you pushed it to the airport. It's heavy.” He attempted to lighten the mood.

He placed the smaller one on top, and Bethany pointed to the strap, which apparently attached it to the larger bag. He would not feel like an idiot. No sir. Men did not carry fancy bags. He carried a plain black duffle for crying out loud.

"It has a lot of stuff in it. I didn't plan on going back home right away. I mean I didn't know I would be going to Montana either. I had planned to stay here in Vegas a while.” She looked at the small phone. As if she had revived it, the ring tone began, sounding like a soundtrack from an oriental restaurant. The chimes played, but she ignored it.

"Do you need to get it?” He was getting nervous. She had not let down her businesslike posture one bit. There was a lot going on. He planned to meet a woman and dupe her. Now, he had the sneaking suspicion he had just been duped!

"No. It's my mother. I'll call when we get to Montana. We
will
be leaving today, right?” Bethany looked at him, and for a fleeting moment, he read insecurity and fear in her eyes. Then, they tightened back into a no nonsense expression.

"I'll grab my bag, and we can leave now if you like.” He rubbed his forehead.

This was not exactly what he planned. He needed to tell his brothers he was coming home and tell Bethany they all lived in one house temporarily. His sister was the only one who had gotten married so far. To save on expenses, his two brothers moved into his place.

"Can we grab breakfast first?” She sighed and visibly relaxed. “Then, we can hash out our own arrangement as well."

Now, Jack put on the business face. “Sounds good."

Bethany took a shower as Jack ordered room service. She contemplated how much she wanted to tell him and how much she wanted to keep to herself. When she entered the great room, she realized she wanted to tell him everything. For that reason alone, she could not. Jack was already getting under her skin and not just because he made her feel beautiful, sexy, and wild. He did all those things, yes, but even with all of her perky friends surrounding him, he only watched her. He did not care what they said or did; he was on her side.

Never in her life had anyone chosen her over them. Douglas had even slept with Katie. Though he refused to admit it, she knew. The same way she found out about her dad and Rosie. The house staff told her. Malina had been her nanny since childhood, the only person who really cared for her. She encouraged her to escape.

She dressed in her favorite J-Lo jogging suit, perfect for travel. She would not say she looked like the star, but the suit was made for a woman's body and accentuated hers without making her look fat. Bethany took one last look in the mirror then entered the room.

Jack sat at a table with a cup of coffee in his hand and stared out the balcony doors, which he had opened. She could not help but appreciate his profile. His strong nose and jawline gave him the look of a man who could easily dress in the finest clothes and walk on a runway for Calvin Klein or Ralph Lauren, but Jack sat there in a plain black T-shirt and well fitting Levi's, drinking coffee, oblivious to the world around him.

"You're doing it again.” He smiled and then set the coffee cup on the table.

"How do you know when I'm staring at you?” She walked over and took the seat across from him. He started to stand, but she waved him down. “You don't have to pull my chair out anymore. I'm yours. You got me."

He seemed bristled by her comment, and she felt a lecture coming on.

"I'm a real gentleman. Most of the time anyways, and you are a lady whether I hooked you or not. Which by the way, I should remind you, it was you who called me the chicken and goaded
me
down the aisle.” Jack nodded. “So, as you eat your cold breakfast, I have a few things I need to explain."

"Okay.” Bethany removed the plate cover and realized the food was still warm but not hot. She poked at the eggs while he talked.

"I live on a ranch. It's nothing fancy, but it's mine, well ours. My brothers are there. We all live in my house right now because it's a big house, and until this weekend, we were all bachelors. It saved on money for us to live in one house rather than be spread out, paying utilities and what not for three.” Jack pulled the coffee to his lips. He took a fortifying gulp, looked at her as if he were gauging her reaction, then continued. “They will move over to Heath's place since it's finished, but it may take a week or two. Until they get out, it will be the four of us."

"Okay.” Bethany started eating. This was not bad news at all. She had never been part of a large family. As an only child, she had been a miniature adult most of her life. Her three friends were the closest to siblings she had, and they were all just as spoiled and privileged as she was.

Jack obviously was not expecting such an easy agreement. “So, you will be okay with living in a house with three grown men?"

"Sure.” She shrugged, not understanding why he seemed unsure.

"You're okay around animals, right?"

"Your brothers aren't animals, Jack. I'm sure I will be fine.” She waved it off. She did not know why he was making such a big deal over nothing.

"My brothers? Right. Well okay. As long as you're okay with it, I'm okay with it.” Jack shook his head. “Now, what do you want from this situation?"

"Your last name and a job.” She looked at him. All male, he probably thought she would stay home and cook and clean ... her temper flared. “And I will work, Jack Johnson, and make my own money, and I will work. You won't stop me!"

"Fine by me. I'd just as soon keep our finances separate, all things considered.” He lifted his coffee mug to her like a toast then took another drink.

For some reason, the thought of keeping things separate hurt her feelings. No, she did not expect him to want to stay married, but did he have to be so blunt about it? Yes, she wanted independence, but on some level, she realized she wanted him to want her. To be the big brooding man he was and stake a claim. “So, I'll open my own account. In three months time, I should have a job, enough money saved to get my own place, and we can go our separate ways."

"It may take longer than three months for my paperwork to go through. The lawyer has to check in on us, and he has to believe we will be married a reasonable amount of time. At the end of three months, he will release the money to my account, and I can finally get enough equipment to really start the ranch.” Jack turned the coffee cup in a circle on the table not looking up at her.