Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker (6 page)

She couldn’t remember ever wanting a man the way she craved
this cowboy. Was it the bad boy aspect of his rodeo life? The fact that she’d
never started a relationship with a man who she knew would be gone in a few
days? Or just the big, sexy muscles and blue eyes that turned her tummy to
jiggling jelly? “I’m sure, Jackson.” She took his hands in hers and backed
toward the house. “Now stop your stalling.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

In minutes they’d gotten in the house and up the stairs, and
stood in Jackson’s bedroom with the door closed behind them, the small lamp on
the bedside table casting a romantic glow. The place was more rustic than she’d
imagined after seeing the outside, but it fit Dusty’s personality. The
log-framed king-size bed took up half the room. Across from it, a couch and two
chairs faced a flat-stone fireplace. The dressers and nightstand matched the
bed, and a thick red rug covered most of the hardwood floor.

Rori pointed to a door. “Bathroom?”

“Yeah.” He dimmed the light. “Help yourself.”

She didn’t have any birth control, didn’t take anything. “Do
you have…protection?” She gripped her hands in front of her.

His head shot up, his gaze locking with hers. “I do. But
don’t think that just because we’re up here, I’ve gone past the point of no
return.”

Damn, how had he gotten to be such a gentleman? She’d love
to meet his mother someday. Giving herself a mental head slap, she reminded
herself that this was temporary.
Temporary!
Rori walked to where Jackson
stood by the window. “It’s gone past that point for me already.” Attempting a
seductive smile, she felt her lips quiver. She really liked this guy. Liked
everything about him so far.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against
him. “Good, ‘cause I’ve just about worn out my restraint.”

“Good.” Rori went up on tiptoes and kissed him.

Rori let go of all her restraint too, her lips taking what
she wanted from Jackson, her tongue doing its own exploration of his mouth. How
was it that he tasted like spices and sex all at the same time?

She pulled back and slid her fingers to the button at his
chest. “I’m ready to see what I’m gettin’ myself into.” Unbuttoning each one
slowly, she trailed her fingertips along his chest, loving the few hairs that
curled around her fingers on her path downward.

Tugging his shirt from his jeans, she slid it back, down his
big arms, and let him toss it aside. Defined pecs, nice six-pack abs, and a
narrow, tight waist. “Yummy.” She leaned forward and kissed the spot next to
one of his tight, flat nipples.

He growled. “My turn to unwrap my dessert.” Jackson pulled
the bottom of her shirt up, she lifted her arms, and he dragged the thing off
and threw it. His breath left him in a rush as he stared at the red lace
demi-bra that showed more of her breasts than it covered. “Beautiful.” He
cupped the sides of her breasts and ran his thumbs across the tight points of
her nipples.

Rori’s eyes rolled back for a few seconds and sweet chills
shimmied across her skin. Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes as she
reached for his belt buckle. It took a few seconds to unhook it, then she
flipped open the button on his jeans and slowly dragged his zipper down.

His eyes turned a darker blue and his breath came faster,
moving his chest up and down in a primal rhythm that matched her breathing.

Pressing her fingers to the bulge at his open zipper, Rori
felt a power fill her, the ability to make this strong, irresistible man desire
her this much could become very addictive. “You’re hard.”

His lips curved upward as his hands slid down her sides to
her waistband. “And I bet you’re soft.” Jackson poked the tip of his tongue
between his front teeth. “And I bet you’re sweet and wet.”

Between her legs, she became just that, wet and hot and
aching with the need to be touched by him, tasted until she came for him.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out.” Wherever this uncharacteristic boldness
came from, she’d make it work for her. And him.

He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then with the speed of
a cobra, he picked her up in his arms and deposited her on the bed, catching
one of her feet as she bounced up. “What’s with these shoes, darlin’?”

Her red, high-top, canvas tennies always gave guys pause.
“The rubber soles.” She watched as he unlaced her. “They don’t conduct any
static electricity.”

Lifting one brow, he glanced at her face, then back to her
foot. “Practical, yet quirky.” He pulled off her shoe, revealing her striped
socks. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He peeled off her socks and
gazed at the coat of pink polish she’d slapped on her toenails this afternoon
before heading over to his office.

She’d been called weird before, so his assessment of her
wasn’t any kind of a shock. Rori was also tall, so even cowgirl boots sometimes
made her inches taller than men she wanted to flirt with. But with Jackson, she
could wear stilettos and still be eye-to-eye with him.

With his gaze locked with hers, he kissed each one of her
toes.

And she giggled.

He laughed, made quick work of her other shoe and sock, then
got down to business, pulling off her jeans and throwing them across the room.

The matching red lace panties felt soaked and warm between
her legs. They grew even wetter as his gaze traveled along her legs to fasten
on the spot where she needed his lips. “You’re beautiful, Rori. Desirable,
sexy, smart, funny, interesting.” His gaze shot to her eyes. “After I taste you
and make you scream my name…”

Her hips jerked up and her vision flickered between darkness
and light as sparks ignited in her belly.

“Then I’m going to try to figure out if you’re as perfect as
you seem to be.” He slid his hands up her thighs and grasped her panties,
pulling them down slowly. “Oh god, yes.” His voice quavered.

She’d spent a good hour in the shower this afternoon,
buffing and shaving.

“So pretty. Bare naked and dripping honey to lure me in.” He
tossed her panties in a different direction than her jeans, toed off his boots,
then knelt between her legs, staring at her pussy.

Unable to stop it, her hips circled slowly, little movements
that pumped up her desire, her uncontrollable need for him. Only him. Nothing,
no one else, ever mattered the way he did right this second.

Jackson eased her legs open and lay between them, on his
side, his soft hair brushing her thigh, his firm lips kissing his way up,
slowly, staring at her, teasing as he moved closer.

“Your scent, patchouli, right?”

“Uh…” She didn’t remember which body scrub she’d used today,
didn’t give a damn if she ever did, as long as he kept drawing closer, closer.
Then he was there, his lips on her, touching and kissing every inch of her,
down lower, lower, then up to the top of her mound where his tongue flicked
inside to find her tight little bud.

She jerked and cried out.

“Easy, darlin’.” He kissed lower again, then spread her legs
even further and stared at the quivering lips between her thighs. “If I thought
you were beautiful before, holy hell, you’re like breath for a drowning man.”

So poetic, so sensual. She almost hated for him to stop
talking, but she needed more from him. Letting out a little whine, she tipped
her hips up toward him.

“Ah, let me guess. Telling me without words to get busy?” He
pressed his tongue deep inside her canal, swirling it around and around as he
sucked at her juices.

So close to climax already, buzzing started in her head,
swirling and swelling until she felt nothing but his mouth on her.

Moving his tongue from her core to her clit, he used his
thumbs to part her, looked closely at her, then dove in, taking her bud between
his lips and sucking, rubbing his lips on her, touching her every… “Oh Jackson,
yes!” The words blasted out of her as she stiffened and blew apart, her mind
shattering in a million different directions as her body flooded with heat, her
core contracted tighter with each heartbeat. “Jackson.” The second wave hit
her, making her shake and squeeze her eyes tight, flashing colors popping and
shooting off in her head.

Slowly her body relaxed, her thoughts came back from their
journey around the universe, and her eyes opened to see him smiling, kissing
her pussy lips, and lapping up her cream. “Jackson. Wow. Like, double
happiness.”

He laughed. “Even your bedroom talk is uniquely Rori.”

Feeling her cheeks heat, she gave him a slow smile. “I don’t
want you to…” She almost said
forget me,
but that would throw a cold,
wet blanket over the night. “…get bored.”

“Bored.” His expression shifted, darkening, his brows
dropped and his mouth turned down into a frown.

Had she made him angry?”

****

Jackson froze with the mixture of regret and loss that hit
him like a freight train. How could she think he’d be bored with her? She was
like no one he’d ever met. Not even like a new chapter in his life, but more
like a whole new book he’d never seen before. Unique and quirky, absolutely,
but also fresh and honest and smart as anyone he’d ever known.

He crawled up next to Rori and rearranged her so she lay
tucked into him, her warm body reminding him how cold his nights were when he
slept alone. Which was most always. He’d accept the favors offered from buckle
bunnies on the rodeo circuit, but after their hours were up, he’d drive them
home, or leave their place, always returning alone to his empty bed.

It was his way of protecting them. He didn’t want to become
like his father.

“Now, haven’t we forgotten something?” Rori’s hand brushed
the front of his jeans where inside his briefs, his erection prodded through
his unzipped fly, thrumming even fuller with her touch.

“I think you might be right.” He shifted his hips, letting
her tug his jeans down.

Her face in the soft light gave his heart a lurch. Pretty,
honest, natural. Not practiced in the art of seduction like the women who went
after rodeo cowboys.

Her fingers traced his hard cock through the soft fabric of
his briefs. “I think you’re ready.”

“Darlin’,
ready
barely covers it.” If he didn’t rein
himself in, he could pop off at just the touch of her hand. Easing the elastic
over the bulge of his shaft, she exposed him, watching with wide eyes as he
bobbed free, blood pulsing through his veins, hardening and lengthening him so
quickly, his brain fuzzed for a few seconds.

“Oh, wow.” She quickly pulled off his remaining clothes and
let them drop to the floor. Kneeling near his feet, she bit her lower lip, and
slid her hands along his shinbones.

Her gentle touch warmed him, shattered his calm, made him
want her fingers brushing along every inch of his skin.

She moved slowly upward, circling, caressing, tracing scars
and rubbing the pads of her fingers in divots. “What do you like, Jackson?’ Her
gaze moved to his and she blinked a few times. Was she nervous?

His usual dirty talk didn’t fit the moment, and he
hesitated, thinking of the right way to phrase his request. A lazy guy, he enjoyed
watching his women ride him, reverse or forward, sometimes both.

“Speechless?” She grinned and leaned forward, taking the
head of his cock into her mouth.

The sight made him jerk and grab fistfuls of the quilt. Her
beautiful lips on his shaft, her hair framing her face, her breasts about to
spill out of her bra…which he should have removed by now, but unwrapping Rori a
little at a time seemed to be his newest hobby.

“Darlin’. So good.” He ran his fingers through her thick,
silky hair as she teased him in slow motion, her tongue doing wild things, her
mouth sucking strong and sure. The temptation to come in her hot mouth nearly
did him in. “Ride me.” He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her, and he
opened the drawer on the bedside table.

Her head popped up and her lips slid off him as he handed
her a condom. She opened the packet and slid the thing on him, carefully and
accurately. His breath caught for a second. She handled everything like her
work ethic in the other pieces of her life. He’d take pleasure in watching her
fall apart on top of him.

Crawling up his body, she kissed his ribs, his chest, his
chin, then lapped her tongue on his lips. “You’d best hang on, cowboy, ‘cause
this is gonna be wilder than any eight second ride.”

He almost laughed at the cliché, but her eyes told him she
was dead serious. Lifting his head, he kissed her, fast and wild, their tongues
tangling, their breaths mingling. She ended the kiss, and he let her take
charge, let her do what she wanted to him. He was content to lay back and enjoy
the fuck out of whatever happened tonight. Why that didn’t bother him, he
didn’t know, but he’d embrace it, let it be okay for him not to need to be in
charge.

Lifting herself, she settled back, his cock brushing her
soft inner thigh, blood heating his groin in anticipation. She grasped his
shaft in her hand, moaning as she eased up, rubbed his blunt head along the
hot, slick passage between her legs.

Jackson’s eyes rolled back as her warmth promised him
heaven.
Hold it together, cowboy
. He couldn’t embarrass himself and
shoot off the second she—

Rori dropped down onto him, her tight core fisting around
him so snug and hot, he almost did what he’d sworn not to. Sucking in a breath,
he lifted his head and stared at the perfection of his cock sliding deep inside
her pussy. A picture he’d keep in his mind forever.

Dropping her head back, she shuddered and licked her lips.

“Damn, woman. You’re perfection.” He wanted to say more, let
her know he could do this with her for the next hundred years and still be just
as turned on, but neither of them wanted long-term. Right?

Her gaze met his, her eyes dark-blue as sunset now, her
pupils enormous. “You’re so big.” She eased up then back down, taking more of
him inside her, welcoming him into her body.

“Take it slow, Rori. Take it any fucking way you want it.”

That put a naughty smile on her face, and she leaned forward
a few inches, placing her palms on his chest, capturing his nipples between her
fingers. “I want it crazy, Jackson.” Squeezing her fingers together, she
pinched his nipples, causing ripples of lust to spread through his body.

With a groan, he sat forward and reached behind her,
unhooking her bra and slowly pulling it from her. Her breasts popped free,
showing off her cherry red nipples, the same color as her beautiful pussy,
hardened and puckered. Cupping her breasts, he stared for long moments before
moving in and sucking one into his mouth.

Her taste was sweet, the scent of her filling his nostrils
as she puffed breaths in and out, then threaded her fingers into his hair. He
moved his lips to her other breast, taking it in, teasing and nibbling on it.

“Oh, yes.” She lifted her body, sliding her pussy along his
cock until only the head remained inside her. “This will work.”

He chuckled, his lips still locked on her nipple. The way
she always said what was on her mind amazed him.

She dropped her body back onto his cock, impaling herself.
He gasped a breath, releasing her nipple, and she pushed against his shoulders
until he lay on the bed. Her gaze locked with his. “I need this. Right now.”

Damn, that sexy voice of hers nearly made him shoot off. He
played with her nipples as she used her thigh muscles to ride him, slowly and
thoroughly at first, then faster, gaining speed and pushing herself toward
climax with the power of desperation.

She sat up, grasping his wrists to keep his hands on her
breasts, using that to give her leverage as she bounced up and down quickly,
her head dropping to the side as her breath came in rhythmic gasps. “Uh, Jackson.”
She whispered the words, but to him, it was like a shouted order.