Page 82 of The Last Second Chance
Joey tossed her braid over her shoulder and followed along as Jax led Tucker back to his stall, her hands shoved into the pockets of her down vest. “I am, aren’t I?”
“How did it go with your parents?” he asked.
Joey shrugged. “Mom wasn’t surprised. And she’s going to be the one to break it to Dad. So it was better than I expected.”
With Tucker happily munching on a scoop of grain in his stall, Jax hung the lead on a hook outside the stall and secured the door. “Did you have lunch yet?”
“Not yet.” Her voice was suddenly husky and it went straight to his groin. “Where are Carter and Colby?”
“Over at the barn.”
“So we have the place to ourselves? Interesting.” Joey said, sidling a little closer. She ran a finger down his flannel-covered chest.
It was one finger touching shirt, and it was enough to have Jax grabbing her and attacking her mouth. He walked them backwards until the wood of the wall bit into her back.
“Let’s go to your house,” he muttered, his mouth continuing its assault.
“Too far,” Joey breathed. Her fingers threaded through his hair and fisted.
“Tack room?”
“Tack room.”
Joey shoved the door closed behind them and Jax immediately pounced, shoving her against the wall. A tangle of bridles came crashing down on her. She fought her way away from the wall and backed Jax up against the sink cabinet. He shoved her winter vest off of her shoulders and sent his long, nimble fingers dancing under her sweater.
“God, you are so sexy when you’re dressed for work.”
“You have the weirdest fetishes,” Joey teased, sliding her hand lower to cup him through his jeans. She felt him hard and throbbing against her palm. “Wow, you really do like breeches and boots.”
“I like anything you’re wearing, anything that I can take off.” He pulled her against him and shifted his hips to grind into her.
Their tongues and breath tangled and Joey hooked one leg over his hip. The friction was magic and she wanted more of it. Jax picked her up and spun her around so she sat on the edge of the counter.
He pulled her legs high on his waist, grinding his hard-on against the exact spot that Joey needed the pressure. She unbuttoned his flannel and dipped her hands inside, stroking hard muscle, hot flesh.
She felt dizzy with need. Arousal pooled between her thighs, begging him for more. He slid her sweater up revealing a serviceable sports bra. And when he flicked his thumbs over the nipples straining beneath the fabric, Joey thought she was going to come right then and there.
Until she heard her name being called from the other side of the door.
“Chuck,” she gasped.
“My name’s Jax.”
“No, Chuck!” she hissed, pushing against Jax’s chest.
“Fine. You can call me Chuck.”
This time when Chuck called her name, Jax heard it too. “Oh, that Chuck.”
“Damnit!” Joey jumped off the counter and tried to straighten her sweater. “Do I look like I was just about to have sex?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jax said with an appreciative grin.
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking at me that way or I’m sending you out there.”
