Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker (7 page)

Moving his hand to the apex of her legs, he brushed his
thumb against her mound, burrowing it in to find her hard little button. Her
hands still clasped both wrists, the sexiest touch he’d ever experienced as her
motion let her ride along his thumb.

Within seconds, she shook and cried out, a high-pitched
scream that ramped up his desire until he nearly followed her over into climax.
At the last second, he pulled himself in, holding his orgasm at bay.

She slowed her manic ride, her body flushing pink, her hands
loosening her grip on his wrists, her head dropping forward, until with one
last shudder, she went limp.

He caught her and eased her flat on top of him, her face
nestled at his neck, her body hot, burning onto his. Sliding his rock-hard
shaft from her, he wrapped his arms around her, letting her pant and shiver
with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“I’ve seriously never experienced anything that intense.”
She whispered the words against his neck. “I can’t explain it. Just…so frickin’
weird.”

He chuckled, kissing her head between his bursts of
laughter. Did this woman know how perfect her words sounded to him? How new and
sincere? Something warm wrapped itself around his heart, filling his chest. Who
was he holding in his arms?

Rori lifted her head, her eyes glazed, her cheeks bright
pink. “But you’re still hard as steel.” She wiggled her hips, proving his
erection still lay full and nearly painful with need. “And it’s my turn to tell
you what I want.”

His hips jerked with the burst of lust her words evoked.
“Anything you want, Rori, darlin’. Just name it, and I’m your servant.”

Rori couldn’t stop shocking herself with the things she
blurted out. It was her turn to tell him what she wanted? Where had that come
from? It felt as if her two outrageous orgasms had drained all her normal
thought processes away and left her without a filter between her brain and
mouth. Well, worse than usual.

Lying flat on top of him, both of them bare naked, she
pressed her hips softly toward his hard, sheathed erection. “Something I’ve
always liked.” Looking around his bedroom in Dusty’s big house on the lake, she
hoped he’d locked the door, because she’d be doing some screaming when she got
Jackson where she wanted him.

He smacked her butt. “You gonna tell me, or do I have to
waste time guessin’?” His sexy smile belied his coaxing words.

“I like to be…” A flush of heat rose to her face. “On my
hands and knees.” It felt so empowering to say what she wanted.

He froze for a second, then with a growl, he turned them to
their sides, knelt beside her, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
Placing her on her hands and knees in front of him, he massaged her butt
cheeks, his hands firm and his callouses abrading lightly, sending lovely
aching contractions to her core, moistening her pussy lips.

With a moan, Rori arched her back downward, turned to look
at him, and stared into the midnight blue of his eyes. “Do you like this
position, too?”

His breath left him audibly as his eyes rolled back and his
body shook. “Fuck yeah, darlin’. This is what you want, it’s what I love.”

His words crept into her soul and made her heart thump an
extra beat. Love. How had a wild night of sex turned into love? She dropped her
head, shaking it. No, this wasn’t love. This was—

In one slick motion, Jackson pushed his cock deep inside her
waiting canal, pumping in and out, going deeper with each forward press, faster
with each withdrawal. His fingers played along her back door, touching her anal
opening softly, pulsing, pressing.

The combination of his thick cock inside her, his decadent
play on her rosebud back there, and his fast, loud breaths, turned her belly,
her core, into hot, needy, quivering bliss. His pumping, his balls slapping
hard against her bare pussy, sent electric currents up her spine to
short-circuit her brain. “Jackson, can’t hold on.” She wanted to come with him,
wanted them both to connect in those moments.

“Not yet, Rori. Hold on.” He slid his hand upward along her
spine. Everywhere he touched, tingles radiated outward, pebbling her skin,
ending at her nipples where the pressure tightened her breasts.

Rori’s arms quivered, and she fought to keep herself up,
struggled to hold back the climax that threatened to hack into her mind and
send her soaring.

Jackson gripped her hips, moving her forward with each
withdrawal, then slamming her back against him with each pump into her. The
motion, the fullness, the feeling of his big cock reaching every hot spot inside
her filled her brain with snapping static.

He roared and reached around her hip to her pussy and found
her clit, rubbing fast and wild as his hips worked like a jackhammer, pumping
his shaft into her faster and harder.

She shouted a laugh as her tension broke and raced out of
her, twisting her reality and streaking like pieces of the sun through a black
velvet sky. The keening cry of her own voice echoed in her ears, combining with
his cries, his shout of, “Rori, darlin’. Oh hell, what have you done to me?”

Rori stayed suspended, floating in silent ecstasy for long
moments until her shuddering body regained feeling, realizing she was hanging
in midair, then laid down on soft sheets, covered with sweet-smelling blankets,
and pulled tight in masculine arms.

Without opening her eyes, she snuggled into Jackson, his
chest rising and falling quickly with his breaths, his heart thudding under her
palm, his skin moist with a musky coating of manly sweat. She loved every
second of this. Kissing him, she licked her lips, tasting the salty, spicy
perfection of him.

“That was insane, amazing.” His voice rumbled from his chest
where her ear pressed to his hot skin.

It was more intense than she’d ever experienced, but she’d
already blurted out far too much with this cowboy. “Mmm hmm.” A cowboy who
would be leaving town in a few days. The thought set her stomach aching in a
hollow sorrow. There could never be anything between them. In her mind she knew
that for a fact. But her heart beat out a different message.

Brushing back her hair from her face, he tipped his head and
looked at her. “That’s all you got to say?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start.” And she didn’t want to
make a blubbery fool of herself by worshiping at the feet of this sex god.

He laughed. “You usually start with, ‘First…’”

A smile curled her lips. “First…let me close my eyes for ten
minutes and see if I have any strength left to talk.”

He kissed her forehead, reached for the lamp, and shut it
off. “Fair enough.”

Rori didn’t know how long she slept, but her phone’s ringing
woke her. She lay in the same spot, but now half her body rested on top of
Jackson’s, her head on his chest.

His chest rose as he yawned. “You need to get that?”

Her mind wouldn’t quite connect… “Kiwi.” She sat up,
listening for the location of her phone in the pocket of her jeans.

Stroking her back, he cleared his throat. “Like the fruit?”
He turned on the lamp.

She slid out of bed and located her jeans, pulling out her
phone just as it stopped ringing. “No. Like the hacker.” Turning her head to
face Jackson, she smiled at him, then took a glance down his long torso, narrow
hips, semi-hard, beautiful erection, then down his legs, one that was bent, his
knee pointing toward the ceiling. “Uh, what was I…”

He stacked his hands under his head and smirked at her, his
eyes half closed. “I’m enjoying my view as much as you’re enjoying yours.”

Rori blinked, then as her phone rang again, she looked at it
and pressed answer. How did it get to be three in the morning already? “What
did you find?”

Jackson motioned her over and she pressed speaker as she
wandered to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.

“Some crazy shit going on there in bumfuck Kansas, girl.”
Kiwi’s monotone male voice came from her phone.

She bit back a smile. “I’ve got my boss here listening. Go
ahead.”

Kiwi paused. “Sorry about the location dis, man.”

Jackson rolled closer, ending on his side with his head
propped up on a bent arm. “No problem, brother. I feel the same way about the
place.”

Rori didn’t. She loved almost everything about the town,
except for the dating situation, but nobody was asking her opinion. “So what is
it?”

Jackson’s finger trailed from her shoulder down to her
elbow, making her shiver with delight and her nipples perk and tighten. She had
to force back the urge to turn off her phone and pounce on the cowboy.

“These accounts? They’re being opened and closed in a short
span of time, like less than a week.”

She frowned at Jackson, and he shrugged, so she asked, “What
does that usually mean?”

Kiwi snorted. “Money laundering, drugs, terrorist activity,
blackmail, asset hiding, tax evasion. You name it, it could be happening.”

“Who’s opening the accounts?” Jackson’s brows drew down.

Did he suspect his father of illegal activity? Rori couldn’t
imagine Dusty doing anything illegal. Immoral—like having four illegitimate
sons by four separate women—yes, but that was a far shot from breaking the law.

“A holding company out of Kansas City.” Typing noises came
from the phone. “I haven’t isolated the owner yet, but I’ve called in a favor
from the Federal…uh.” Kiwi sniffed. “From a friend.”

Jackson looked at her, shaking his head.

“He’s good,” Rori whispered.

“Damn right I am, girl.” Kiwi was typing again. “I’ll stay
on it and get back to you.”

“Thanks, buddy. You’re the best.” She loved this guy like a
brother.

“Stay out of trouble, Rori.” He hung up.

Jackson pointed to the phone. “
He’s
telling
you
to stay out of trouble? That’s a laugh.”

Setting her phone on the bedside table, she turned to fully
face Jackson. “I won’t be able to sleep. Can we do some poking at your dad’s
computers?”

“Can’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now.” He
brushed his knuckles along the side of her breast. “I’m naked, hard as a
fencepost, and I have the sexiest woman in the world in my bed. She’s just as
naked, too.” He lifted a brow, his gaze shifting to her face. “So yeah, let’s
go do a bunch of boring computer shit.”

She laughed as she pushed him onto his back and lay on his
chest. “What if I promise that every minute we spend on computers, we’ll spend
twice that long in bed afterward?”

He threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for
a kiss. “I need a down payment, darlin’.” That one kiss led to a second, then
to an hour of the hottest missionary position sex she’d ever had.

****

After they showered and dressed, Jackson held Rori’s hand
and led her down the front stairs. Lights popped on automatically, and she
gasped at the two-story magnificence of the great room that spanned nearly the
entire first floor.

Heavy, dark wood, a two-story flat-stone fireplace, lots of
leather furniture, and thick rugs covering the hardwood floors added to the
rustic elegance.

“This is beautiful.” She stood in the middle of the room and
turned slowly, her gaze trailing from the original western artwork to family
photos. There were no photos of Jackson or his brothers or their mothers, only
ones of Dusty, Theresa, and people he guessed were Dusty’s in-laws, since he
had no parents or siblings left alive.

“Yeah. It’s something, I guess.” The house sat on acres
surrounding half the lake. If he ever wanted to build his own place, there’d be
room… He grunted. Why in the flying fuck would he ever build here? He glanced
at Rori. She didn’t want a rodeo cowboy, and he had no intention of changing
his ways.

“What’s wrong?” She walked up to him and stared into his
eyes. “You look like a hungry bear right now.”

“Just wondering what’s going to happen to this place.” Would
they sell it? Turn it into a museum? Would one of his brothers decide to stay
here in bumfuck Kansas?

“Turn it into a bed and breakfast. Hire somebody to run it
for you.”

He nodded. “A possibility.”

“It’s a little out of the way, but some folks like a quiet
place to vacation.”

This wasn’t his problem. He just wanted to do his time here
and get the hell out. And if the beautiful Rori Hughes wanted to help him pass
the time—solving a computer mystery and sharing his bed—he’d be the happiest
inmate in the history of probate incarceration.

“C’mon, let’s get something to eat first.” He took her hand
and led her through the huge dark dining room into the big kitchen.

“This is like heaven.” She ran her fingers over the golden
marble countertops, peeked in the double-wide refrigerator, then sat on one of
the chairs at the counter.

“Like heaven? You said you don’t cook.” He leaned on the
counter across from her.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a room this awesome.”
She swung her gaze back and forth. “Look, you can see out both sides of the
house.”

He hadn’t noticed that before. Big windows framed the lake
on one side, and on the other, French doors opened onto the pool deck that
glowed with the blue of the pool lights. “Yeah. It’s a showplace.” He opened
the refrigerator. “What’re you hungry for?”

A half-hour later, full of reheated leftover Mexican food,
they waddled down the hall toward Dusty and Theresa’s offices. “I haven’t
checked out his computers. Or his office.” He felt a sorrowful tightening in
his chest. His dad was dead, and no matter how angry Jackson was at him for his
deceit, he’d loved the guy. He’d miss him.

As if she could sense his mood, Rori ran her hand up and
down his arm. “I’m sorry. If this is too much too soon, we can wait.”

“No. I’m good. It just didn’t seem right before, but now
that we have a purpose, I think it’d be wise to get this figured out before I
leave.” He glanced at her.

Was that a wince? Had Rori winced when he mentioned leaving
town? Or was it a little smile of relief? Hell. He had to get his shit
straight. Just because she was the most interesting woman he’d met in as long
as he could remember, and just because sex with her was friggin’ outstanding
didn’t mean it would be that way forever. Did it?

He stopped outside Dusty’s office and snapped on the
overhead light. Rori walked in, moving around the desk then tapping on the
keyboard. The monitor came to life and she rolled Dusty’s modern leather chair
closer and sat. The desk looked like it could have come from an old cowboy
movie, and the room’s dark paneling gleamed like it’d been in place for a
hundred years.

She kept typing as he wandered around the room, looking at
the western and landscape paintings that looked original, a framed one-dollar
bill, a tall bookcase filled with books on geology, and finally the
refrigerator-size safe that stood open. Had Dad’s attorney opened it? Or had
Dylan last week?

“Nothing.” Rori shook her head, her nose less than a foot
from the monitor. “I don’t find anything with the same name, and nothing
unusual.” She turned in the chair. “Do you know where his laptop is?”

They spent a few minutes searching until he found it in a
briefcase in the safe. Rori took it and got busy while Jackson looked through
the safe. Papers, legal stuff dealing with the company, the house and land, the
airplane, and other holdings. A thin black leather box containing paperwork for
Dusty’s four houses around the country was hidden among other similar boxes.