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The flood lights turned on as we approached the side of Roughstock and Cheyenne’s house, and as I helped Jackie get out of the vehicle, I saw a few of the ranch hands sitting around a small fire a hundred yards or so from the house. Throwing a hand into the air to them and watching them do the same, I took Jackie’s hand and walked us up the stairs.
After locking the front door, I turned to her and asked, “Do you still want to get into the hot tub, or are you hungry?”
“I’m ready to go to bed, if that’s okay with you,” she remarked and lowered her gaze then lifted her eyes. The sly smile on her face was telling, and I smirked and winked at her before bending over and scooping her up and over my shoulder.
She squealed and began to laugh as I carried up her the stairs and into the room she’d been sleeping in. Mine was a mess, but as expected, when I tossed her onto the bed in her room, I noticed the space was clean and everything was picked up.
For the next few hours, I explored her body, and she worshipped mine. I lost count of the number of orgasms I gave her, and when my final one nearly split me in half, I collapsed next to her in a panting, sweaty mess. After grabbing a washcloth from the shared bathroom to clean her up and disposing of the fourth used condom, I crawled into bed and encouraged her to curl up next to me as I wrapped my arm around her.
The sun would be up in less than two hours, and as we fell asleep, I realized I’d never felt so much peace in my soul as I did at that moment. And I knew it was because of the wonderful creature nestled beside me. She was everything I never knewI wanted, and someone I was quickly learning I couldn’t live without.
But like all good things in my life, I was destined to fuck this up. I just never expected it to happen so epically . . . or so quickly.
Chapter 9
Jackie
Last night was amazing, and as I woke up, I felt a delicious soreness between my legs. Smiling, I looked to my right and saw Jagger sleeping next to me. He had an arm over his head and one leg kicked out of the covers. There were a few tattoos adorning his body, and I remembered tracing each one with my tongue last night.
Or early this morning, I guess I should say.
The clock on the nightstand to my left said nine-thirty, and I thought it was close to four when we finally fell asleep. Not wanting to wake him but needing the bathroom, I carefully slid from my side of the bed. After making quick work of my needs, I washed my hands and caught my reflection in the mirror.
My long hair was a mess, my makeup was crawling down my cheeks, and when I tilted my neck, I thought I saw a hickey. Chuckling to myself, I slowly opened the bathroom door. There was a pair of shorts and a shirt on the chair in the corner, so I grabbed them and got dressed as I watched him sleep.
Walking back into the bathroom, I opened the door to his room and noticed the mess everywhere. Realizing men aren’t usually as tidy as women, I shrugged as I moved through his room to the hallway and made my way down the stairs. The house was quiet, and when I looked out the little window on the side of the front door, I didn’t see the second offroad vehicle Trent and Cheyenne had taken to the bar last night.
The kitchen was calling my name, and as I waited for my cup of coffee to perk, I leaned against the counter, deciding to speakwith my father when he got home tonight. I’d already promised him I’d be home when he got back, and since my brothers and their wives and children wouldn’t be there, I was going to tell him about Lincoln.
What we shared last night felt right, but I wasn’t stupid, and I wouldn’t let sex make me into a giddy, love-struck girl. There was something powerful about the connection we’d experienced, and I knew he felt it too. Turning to finish my coffee, I didn’t hear anyone enter the room, so when I faced back to the room and saw Jagger leaning against the doorway with only a pair of jeans on as he watched me, I jumped, spilling some coffee on the floor.
He smirked and pushed off the door as I placed my cup on the cabinet and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess. He crouched down with me, and when I looked up at him, he smiled and kissed me softly before speaking.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, beautiful. Let me clean this up since it’s my fault and you drink your coffee.”
My heart was still pounding as I stood and watched him mop up the spill before he tossed the trash into the garbage. He turned and walked to me, and I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me close to him.
“Now,” he whispered, “I can get a proper good morning.”
Slowly, he brought his lips to mine, and the kiss was perfect—gentle, with small brushes of our tongues against the other, and no hurry. It was like we were exploring each other yet were already familiar with the other. In one word, it was perfect.
He pulled back and looked around the cabinet behind me before he asked, “Is there a phone charger around here? Mine died last night and I need to plug it in.”
I nodded. “There’s one in Cheyenne’s office. Let me go grab it for you.” He released his hold on me, allowing me to step around him and into the small office off the kitchen.
Coming back with one of each variety, I held them both up, and he grabbed the same kind that fit my phone. Plugging it into an outlet on the counter, he checked to make sure it was charging before he turned back to me.
“Do you want to go into Rapid and grab breakfast?” he asked.
Walking to the coffee maker, I changed out the pod and put a clean cup under it for him as I turned back to face him. “I can make us some eggs, and we can have an early lunch, if that works for you.”
Practically gliding across the floor on his bare feet, he pecked me on the lips. “You’re too good to be true.”
“I’m just me,” I said as the cup of coffee finished perking, and I reached around to hand him his cup.
He took it and smiled as he went to the kitchen table and took a seat. “When do you have to get back home?”
Opening the fridge, I grabbed four eggs from the basket and glanced over at him as I answered. “Dad gets home around seven tonight, and I promised him I’d be there for dinner. Between the stock show and his council gathering, he hasn’t seen me in over a week.”
