Page 100 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

I lifted my eyes, and there stood Jackson.

“Hey,” I straightened up. “You just messed up my shot. That would have gone in.”

He walked around the table, zero expression on his face. He tugged the pool cue from my hand and then laid it on the table. “I want to talk.”

“Right now?” My eyes widened.

He took my hand, and without looking at Mark, he pulled me behind him, across the bar. He pulled me down a dark hallway, around the corner from the washrooms.

I looked up at my husband in the dark shadows and knew that he wasn’t happy. Well, that made two of us.

“Jackson, what are you doing?”

He moved towards me, not speaking. I stepped back until my back was against the wall. He put one big hand against the wall beside my head and loomed over me.

“Did you forget something?” his voice was conversational.

“No.”

He traced a long finger across my collarbone and then slowly down my sternum. Shivers coursed through my body. “Did you forget who your husband was?”

I looked up at his face. “No. Of course not.”

He wrapped one big hand around my neck and then his mouth was feasting on mine. His lips bit, nibbled, nipped and coaxed me until I was fairly swooning beneath him. My body responded to his smoldering kiss. A spark was flared, igniting in me an intense craving for this man who so easily tortured me.

“Jackson,” I gasped, as he bent his head, working his lips down my neck, stimulating every nerve along the way.

“I think you need a little reminder,” he said, as his lips brushed against my collarbone.

“I know who I’m married to,” I said, my eyes shut, my head against the wall.

My eyes flew open when I felt a big hand slide up my thigh, pushing beneath my skirt.

I felt scandalized. “Jackson!”

His mouth covered mine again, making my head spin. I felt one of his feet kick my legs apart and then my eyes went wide in panic as I felt his fingers lightly trace over my panties.

I jerked my head back from his kiss. “What are you doing?”

His green eyes glittered in the shadows, as I felt him push a finger beneath my panties and then he was sliding along my most private parts.

In a panic, I tried to hold his thick wrist, “Not here!”

“Shhh,” he soothed, as his long finger slowly pushed inside of me. His touch provoked the most intense heat to wash over my body. Transfixed, I succumbed to his touch.

My head rolled back against the wall, as his fingers pushed deeper into me. Tormenting me. Teasing me to the point that I felt I was going to go mad. His stubble scraped my neck, his lips, sucked on a sensitive nerve, my head lolled back while his buried fingers swirled and caressed me. My hips were rolling, pushing towards his hands, wanting more. My back arched. I was breathing hard. A sob escaped me when his fingers curled up, to skim something inside of me that made my knees weak.

“Jackson,” I begged.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

CHAPTER 34

He moved so fast,my head spun. One minute I was pinned against the wall, with his fingers deep inside of me, and then I was being dragged down the hallway, and we pushed through the back door.

I stumbled into the dark back alley. There was a picnic table against the wall. Jackson spun me around, so my hands were flat on the table. I groaned as I felt him flip up my skirt and then he pulled my panties down my hips.

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