Page 69 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
“Shh.”I put a finger on his lips to stop him from demeaning himself any further.If anything, that proved to me he wasn’t like Shock at all.Jackson may be the leader of a motorcycle club and all that comes with it, but he wasn’t soulless like Shock.And for some reason, I wanted to be at Jackson’s side through the good and the awful, rotten, criminal bad.Because no matter what he’d done in his career as a member of the Destroyers, he simply wasn’t the evil man my husband was.
Jackson’s lips puckered on my finger.He broke the kiss with a warning query.“Kate?”
“Make sure Tits has a plan for Zoe.I’m going down with you.”
He shook his head, disagreeing with me but not fighting me.“With you at my side?I’ll fucking move the goddamned universe.Wait and see.”
The familiar quirk of his cocky grin flicked upward.
I kissed it for no other reason than to see what it felt like against my lips.
Which was a… mistake?One I simply did not regret as our tongues tangoed, and he pressed me against the wall.I made a noise as he slipped his fingers under my sweats and into my panties.
“Shh, Kate.Zoe’s sleeping in the next room.”
“Which is why we shouldn’t—” His mouth smothered my words and my resistance.I wrapped one leg around his hips to give him easier access to my clit.
Jackson did not fail me.His finger circled the nub, adding quick brushes against the apex as he swept over it again and again.I whimpered for more.I needed to feel again.I hungered for the slide of his cock in my vagina.With a few kisses and masterful fingering, he’d resurrected the passion I’d buried when he left that morning so long ago.
“Bed,” I demanded.
Or mattress,whatever.He’d given up his queen-sized bed for a much smaller mattress dragged from one of the hooker’s rooms into his office.It was slapped down in front of the door to his bedroom.I tugged at him to give me space to let me drag him over to it.
But he lifted me instead.
He carried me to the desk and set my ass on the edge.With a shove, he sent the contents to one end.“I’d send it to the floor, but I don’t want to wake up Zoe, so—”
I stopped his words because I had a question that was extremely important to me.“Have you ever had sex on this desk before?”Please, dear God don’tsay yes.
“Hell, no.The desk is sacred.”
And my butt was on it.
He must have read my face.“Only you.Lift up; I want your bare ass kissing itnow.”
Tingles of arousal and a small amount of fear shivered through me.But I did as asked, knowing deep down I wasn’t in danger.But it did cross my mind, which was too close to that threshold of terror to be benign.He stripped me easily and, with another lift and maneuvering, laid me on my back.
“Pull your shirt up, I need to see those tits.”
My breath came in short gasps.My pussy was soaked.He pushed down his jeans, baring his penis.I tugged my shirt to my neck to expose my breasts, but didn’t take it off because I needed to see him.
He tapped his dick on my pussy.
Hisbaredick.
“Condom!”I glanced at the bedroom because I might not have whisper-shouted that.
Jackson grinned and dug a packet from his jeans.“Not that I need it with you, but… if it makes you happy…” He rolled it on.
“What do you mean you don’t need it?I’m not on the pill or anything.”This time, I remembered to keep my voice down.
He sent me a look.One I couldn’t decipher.So I shot him one back.
Jackson raised two fingers in a quick scissors motion.
“Oh.”Oh.Wow.“When?”
“Right after you called me to tell me I was a dad.”
