Meg's Moment (36 page)

“You won’t,” Ali added and stepped on the dance floor.

***

Megan was shooting pool with two guys. One was short and stocky with unremarkable features and the other was tall, a little on the heavy side, with a handle bar mustache and a belt buckle the size of California.

Jack spotted Megan before she saw him and he lost all the air in his body. She looked beyond sexy. Beyond fabulous or beautiful or any other adjectives he could come up with. Her hair was softly tousled into a simple, stylish shag. Her
makeup
was light but flawless. Her little black dress hung off of her delicate shoulders, and flowed just above her knees. And those legs. God help him, those legs were bare and toned and led the way straight to heaven. He made the mistake of letting his eyes drop to her feet. The curve of her elegant feet, with brightly painted toenails, encased into those elegant shoes set his body on fire. Those feet were going to be over his shoulders while he backed her up against that pool table right here in front of God and everybody if he didn’t calm himself down. He stepped into the room.

“Where’s your partner?” the big guy was saying, “It’s her shot.”

“She went to the bathroom
,
” Jack said watching Megan turn at the sound of his voice. “I’ll take her shot.”

“I don’t know,” the little guy said and Jack laid a fifty on the table and picked up a cue.

“Chicken?” he asked, teeth bared and the little guy took a step back.

“We ain’t playing for money,” the big guy said and Jack frowned.

“Stripes or solids?” he asked Megan and she muttered quietly stripes. Jack eyed the table. If Megan was stripes them she was getting the pants beaten off of her. Or in this case the dress. “What are we playing for?” he asked never taking his eyes off Megan.

“Just for fun. Maybe for her phone number,” the little prick said.

“How bout this,” Jack said. “You and your partner there take that fifty and have a few drinks on me.” They both looked skeptical and didn’t budge. “Or, I can always just run the table, get the lady’s phone number and then kick your asses before I take her home with me.” Jack stood seriously still, his eyes liquid fire, the pool stick in one hand. Both guys stared at Megan.

“What’s it gonna be boys?” Jack asked and Megan nodded for them both to leave.

“You sure ma’am?” the big guy inquired and Megan looked at Jack, her eyes lighting up and she said, “Yep. Scoot.” They left the room and then the little guy came back in, ducked down a little, grabbed the fifty and left quickly.

***

Jack racked the balls. “We’re going to play a little game,” he said.

“What are the stakes?” she asked, selecting a stick and chalking the end of it.

“My heart,” he said and Megan’s own heart swelled in her chest. She didn’t respond because she didn’t know what to say. “Here’s the deal, for every ball I make you have to answer a question of my choosing. I’ll do the same for you. You can end the game at any time by pocketing the eight ball, but I must warn you if you do that, you forfeit and I win.” Their eyes locked “And I will make you pay.”

“What’s the price?”

“That’s still to be determined, although I will tell you that it might be a good idea to clear your schedule for a couple weeks.”

“You’re toast,” she said
,
accepting the challenge.

No shit. His eyes glittered. “We’ll see.” He handed her the cue to break and she motioned for him to go ahead. He broke and sent the balls spinning. He sunk the two and the six balls. He met Megan’s eyes and grinned. Leaning his cue on the table he backed her up against the table and put his hands on the table on either side of her.

“Two balls, two questions,” he said. She nodded and gulped. His face was nose to nose with hers and he looked like sweet sin. His eyes were the color of hot cocoa and they were staring clear through to her soul.

“Shoot,” she said coolly.

He grinned. “Do you know how fantastic you look tonight?” he asked his mouth beside her ear, his hot breath setting her on fire.

“Um, I don’t know,” she whispered. “How bout you tell me.”

“I would if I could find the words,” he murmured and ran his hand down her back starting at the nape of her neck and ending well below her bottom.

“Next question.”

“Can I kiss those delicious lush lips?” He brushed his lips lightly against hers, then pulled back waiting for her answer.

“So this is like an interactive game, huh?” she asked and he nodded smiling. She answered his question by positioning both of her hands on his butt and licking his bottom lip. He responded hungrily and hoisted her up on the pool table to gain better access to her mouth. Just when the kiss was reaching levels that made her body shake and tremble he released her and retrieved her stick for her. “Your shot.”

“Huh?” she asked dazed and a little frustrated. “Oh,” she grabbed her cue and took a shot. She missed. Jack chuckled and lined up his own shot. He sunk the four and cornered Megan against the paneled wall.

“One question,” she told him.

He pressed his body into hers and lowered his head close to hers, his eyes hot with sex and desire through silky long lashes. “Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you?” Before she could answer the question he had captured her mouth again. She wrapped her arms around him and he traced the curve of one breast with his hand, caressing softly and then more aggressively when he found her nipple. She forgot to breathe and leaned into him and he smiled against her lips and pushed back from the wall.

Do you know how bad you’re driving me crazy? She thought.

“Your shot,” he said again and she grunted and took the damn stick. She shot and big surprise she missed again. She looked up at Jack who was holding his stick, smiling as innocent as a choir boy, as if he hadn’t just made love to her mouth and assaulted her nipple. It was his fault she couldn’t sink a ball to save her life.

“You give up yet?” he asked, thoroughly pleased with the state of frustration he had driven her to. She looked so damn cute with her swollen lips and flushed skin he almost wanted to sink the eight ball and take her on the green velvet of the table. Almost.

“In your dreams,” she replied hotly as he lined up a shot.

“Good to know,” he said sinking the five and the one.

Megan winced and muttered
,
“
S
hit
,
” as he closed in on her. He separated her legs with his thigh and pressed an impressive erection into her belly.

“I get two questions,” he said. “You ready?” She pressed her hand to the strained zipper of his jeans, closed her eyes and licked her lips. Jack closed his eyes and felt the air leave his lungs and couldn’t get the air back to his brain to formulate his questions. Megan massaged him and he braced his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been ready Jack.” You blind idiot!

“Huh?” he said too dizzy to think. She dropped her hand.

“Two questions, Magnum. You wanna ask or do you forfeit?”

“Oh
,
I’m asking.” He ran his tongue down her neck and slid a hand under her dress. “First question, am I making you hot?” She moved against his hand and he smiled obviously pleased with her answer. Just the feel of him touching her
—
anywhere or everywhere
—
drove her insane and he knew it. He was deliberately touching and teasing her skin in the gentlest way yet his kisses were hungry, full of lust and explosive. He was teetering on the edge of control and taking her with him.

“Next question,” she purred. He slid his finger inside the elastic of her panties.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she whispered just before he buried his head in her breasts and gently bit her nipple. The material of the dress was hardly any barrier and his hot wet tongue along with his magic hands were sending her out of control. She grabbed on to him for support and when she felt the first delicious wave of release coming he stopped and pulled away, grinning like the devil. He handed her her stick and opened his mouth to speak.

“I know, I know, you evil bastard. My freaking shot!” She grabbed the stick, found the damn eight ball and shot. And missed. “Dammit!” she growled and decided enough of this. She stood directly behind him, thankful this section of the room was pretty closed in and private and shimmied her panties off. When she was done Jack was just lining up his shot and gloating. “One more ball and…,” he said.

“You think you’ll make it,” she asked and he chuckled.

“Positive, babe.” He brought back his cue and paused.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself aren’t you
,
big guy?”

“Absolutely.” He brought the cue forward at the same time Megan threw her black, silk thong panties on the table and he faltered causing the cue to tear the felt on the table. “Hey, that’s not fair,” he protested with little commitment.

She chalked her cue. “All’s fair in love and war
,
babe,” she said before she lined up the twelve ball and sank it. Jack stood frozen leaning on the table staring at her panties. She walked up behind him, put her lips to his ear and said “I get one question. You ready?” He nodded. She positioned herself in front of him, pulled his body toward hers, ground her hips into him and said in a low husky voice, “You ready to get out of here?” Jack stood statue still for a moment, then reached around her for the eight ball, cupped it in his hand, sunk the damn thing in the pocket, then scooped her up, stuck her panties in his pocket and turned to exit the pool area just in time to see Ali, Josie, and Jon try to scramble out of sight. When they realized they’d been busted eavesdropping and watching, they stopped running and began clapping, unable to contain their smiles.

“That was so romantic,” Ali said.

“It’s about damn time,” Josie added.

Jon handed Jack two rubbers he’d bought in the men’s room, “Take two of these, and don’t call me in the morning,” he said.

***

Jack carried Megan to his Harley and plunked her down on the seat. He got on so quick he realized he’d left his helmet and keys inside.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and nearly ran Ali over. She was standing just inside the door dangling his keys and helmet before him. “Thanks,” he said hurriedly and bolted back out the door. He sat down on the motorcycle and handed Megan the helmet.

“My place or yours?” he asked, then said, “Never mind, mine’s closer and Granny isn’t there.” He cranked up the bike, Megan wrapped her arms around him and they were in his garage in less than ten minutes.

He parked the bike and was about to get off when Megan stopped him. She climbed off the back of the bike and then climbed back on in front of him, straddling his thighs. Before he could say a word she had her mouth over his, teasing his tongue with hers while she went to work on the fly of his jeans. His arms found their way around her waist and he greedily grasped at her dress bunching the sleek material up around her hips. “Oh yeah,” he said when his hand finally found her sex
;
wet, swollen and waiting for him. He slid a finger in and Megan closed her eyes, allowing a desperate moan to escape from her throat. His mouth was sweet and his finger felt divine, but it was
n’t
enough. She wanted him inside her immediately. He found a rhythm that was driving her insane, and she wrestled with his jeans and then his boxers to get his sex free. He offered no help as he had both hands occupied and he was savoring every touch, feel
,
and taste.

Megan let out a disgusted grunt. “A little help here Jack?” she growled.

“Uh uh,” he mumbled. “I’m busy.”

Oh, no you don’t. No more teasing. “Jack, I want you now!”

“Be patient, I’m enjoying the foreplay.”

“We already did that at the bar.”

“More is better
.
”

She lifted herself up long enough to free him from underneath her and wrapped both hands around his rod, giving it a good hard yank. He opened his eyes and stared directly into hers which were electric blue flames. “Jack, have you ever seen the movie ‘The Fast and The Furious’?” He nodded confused. “Well right now it is time to get fast and get furious and do it in a hurry. I want you hard and fast inside me right now or I am going to scream.”

“Damn right you’re gonna scream,” he countered.

“You’re all talk,” she said breathlessly when actually she was on the verge of screaming from what he was doing to her with his hands. How in the hell can he be so patient? she wondered. Well to hell with that. She wasn’t going to wait another second. She grabbed the condom from his shirt pocket and ripped it open with her teeth while Jack was delivering slow sweet kisses to her breast. She rolled the condom down his length and grabbed Jack’s face in her hands, locked eyes with him and shouted. “Shut up and do…”

He was inside her before she got her demand out. And, oh my God, he felt so good. He gripped her hips and began moving her up and down on him hard and fast and oh God, she felt like she was losing control. Hell she was losing control and it was fantastic and phenomenal because this was Jack and her body belonged to him now and she never wanted this moment to end and
,
oh my God
,
he was moving faster and filling her so completely she thought she was going to break in two. His mouth found hers with this unruly greed and lust and when she couldn’t take any more she screamed his name and began to shatter in his arms. He moved faster and harder and deeper and when she reached the peak of the awesome relief, he thrust in her one last time and he fell apart beneath her.