Oh. Hello lust. “The thought of nailing you has me equally intrigued.” She offered him a coquettish look. “Are you a breast or a thigh guy?”That caught him off guard enough his gaze actually dropped to her chest. “Ummm. What?”“Or chicken?” she taunted softly.His hot eyes returned to hers. “My favorite food is not chicken. It’s not a nice juicy rump…roast, although I admit to being more of a butt man than a breast man.”Keely blinked. She was quickly losing control of this conversation.“I’ll give you one more chance to nail me,” Jack said with a sexy rasp.“Only one?” she cooed back.Jack’s hungry gaze zeroed in on her mouth. “Playing fast and loose will only encourage me to play the same. Be certain you’re prepared for what that entails.”Yikes. “Speaking of favorite foods, I’m betting yours is some kind of wild game that fits with your personality. Boar?”His lips lifted. “Wrong. This round goes to me. My favorite food is homemade meatloaf. Followed closely by mashed potatoes and
When she opened her mouth to argue, Jack silenced her with a harsh look.“Don’t presume to dissect the way I handle my family life when you handle yours awful damn close to the same way.”Keely’s head fell back into the couch cushion. “We’re never gonna pull this off, Jack. We can’t go five minutes without snipping at each other.”“We managed more than five minutes in the restaurant.”“Pure luck. Lightning won’t strike the same place twice.”“Then let’s force it to strike again.”“Wow. That sounds fun. Not.”Just to be obstinate, he scooted closer to her. “Your middle name is West. What’s mine?”“Jack… Off Donohue?”“Funny. My middle name is Michael.”“Jack Michael. Kinda sounds like—”“Chas Michael Michaels,” they said simultaneously.He grinned. “Maybe we do have a few things in common.”“Name one thing besides lowbrow movies.”“We both like Carter’s kids.”“True.”“What about sports?”“I like rodeo.”“That’s it?”Keely shrugged. “Yep.”“Figures. I watched VERSUS when Justin was on
“Be sure and ask Jack about it when you see him.” Keely winked and sauntered off, feeling…guilty. It was dirty pool dragging his sweet mother into their warring ways.“Keely, sweets, can I see you for a second?”She plastered on a smile to hide her guilty look before she faced her mother. “Sure. What do you need?”“Follow me.” Her mom led them to a small office down the hallway from the main room. After she closed the door, she sagged against the metal desk.“Ma? What’s wrong?”“Nothing.” Carolyn McKay sighed. “That’s not true. With all the party preparations I haven’t had time to talk to you alone.” She pinned Keely with a probing look. “I’d be lax in my mothering duties if I didn’t ask if you’re sure about marrying Jack.”Keely’s stomach clenched. “Why?”“It doesn’t exactly seem to be a love match, and when you’re together…”“Mom. You haven’t seen us together except the one time we told you we were engaged.”Her gaze narrowed. “Maybe that’s why I’m concerned.”Damn. Redirect. “We’re
For some reason, that made Jack smile.“So as long as you’re hidin’ over here, I wanna take the opportunity to tell you if you harm a single hair on Keely’s head, I will gut you.”His smile dried up and he looked sideways at Colt McKay.“We clear on that?”Jack knew his attempts to reassure the assorted male McKays that he’d never cause precious Keely distress would backfire when the “engagement” went to hell. He kept his lie simple. “Understood.”Colt nodded and meandered away.Another two hours remained of the party. If Jack stuck to the crowds, maybe he could avoid the oh-so-fun, one-on-one threat time with Keely’s remaining brothers.As if she sensed him gawking at her, Keely cocked her head and looked straight at him. Her tight-lipped smile was better than flipping him off, he supposed, but not by much.“Funny how my little sis ain’t wearing the googly-eyed look of a woman wildly in love. She looks like she wants to punch you in the face,” Cam McKay commented behind Jack.Fan-fuc
With his every inhalation, Keely’s scent teased him. Warm. Flowery. Womanly. He leaned closer, drawing in a deeper breath. When their gazes clashed and Jack saw raw desire swimming in the amazing blueness of her eyes, he stopped fighting the inevitable. He framed her face in his shaking hands and said,“Fuck it,” before he smothered her mouth with a blistering kiss.She was kissing Jack Donohue. Kissing him like crazy. Kissing him like she’d fantasized about after he’d kissed her so thoroughly at Colt and India’s wedding reception.It was so much better when they were both sober.Keely slid her hands beneath his suit coat up his muscular back. Oh man. Such a hard-toned body.Such an insistent mouth. The hint of cologne on his heated skin wafted up from his open-collar shirt.Drugged. She felt utterly drugged by his masculine scent and the sheer power of his body pressed to hers.Jack wouldn’t let their lips part for more than a second before he dove back in for another mind-blowing ki
“Nah. I have my truck since Cord took the boys home.”“Good enough. See you.” Carolyn hefted the box and disappeared out the side door.At AJ’s 350 Cummins turbo diesel Chevy, Keely said, “Need a boost getting into your monster truck, el preggo?”“No. But you can bet your butt I’ll let my handsome hubby give me a hand to help me down.”Knowing Cord, that hand would go straight up his wife’s skirt. Those two still acted like randy teens.Keely admitted a tinge of jealousy her best friend had found the type of love all women dream of.She meandered to her own rig, anxious about going home, which was a total crock because chances were slim Jack would even be there yet.Still…how would this play out? Scenarios flitted through her brain but nothing solidified. Maybe having a blank slate wasn’t such a bad thing.Trudging up the stairs, she knew she’d ditch her high heels first thing. People thought pointy-toed cowboy boots were painful? Please. Boots were bedroom slippers compared to these
Keely feathered her thumb across his well-kissed lips. “If anyone can make me lose total control, it’s you, Jack Donohue.”Jack caressed and kissed her until she sighed pure contentment. “So no regrets?”“For the rockin’ sex? Hell no.”His left eyebrow quirked. “Regrets about something else?”Yes. That this is temporary and you’ll probably shatter my heart into a billion pieces when this charade is over.“Keely?” he prompted.“Maybe.”“That’s not an answer.”“I know.” Keep it light. “The answer will have greater…benefits if you can guess what I regret.”His eyes darkened at her challenge. “You regret bending over a haybale in Daisy Duke short shorts at age sixteen and teasing me with a glimpse of your sweet ass cheeks?”“Nope. I did that because you were lookin’ for a cheap thrill and I am an accommodating girl. Try again.”He nipped the tip of her nose. “Smartass. You regret dating my brother.”“Huh-uh. Dating him forced me to acknowledge what I didn’t want in a long-term relationshi
His gaze tracked her beautiful, moist, naked flesh. Pity he’d only kissed her mouth and between her legs. He crawled up her body, stopping to tongue her rosy nipples.“I wondered if you’d get around to that.”“That’s my question.” Jack propped himself on his elbow beside her. “Do I indulge in every sexual scenario tonight because it’s a one-time only offer?”Keely mirrored his position. “Is that what you want?”“No. Not at all. Not even close.” His hand shook as he swept the damp tendrils from her neck. “Is it what you want?”“No. Not at all. Not even close,” she mimicked.Smiling, Jack stroked her hair, twining the dark strands around his index finger. “You didn’t ask what I want, Keely.”“I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes, Jack.”“Busted.” The woman didn’t have a clue what he expected from her. “I want all of you as long as we’re pretending we’re engaged.”“All of me, meaning…just sexually?”“Meaning I’ll be in your bed every night.”“Oh.” She frowned. “I’m a bed hog. But I’m s