Page 94 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

His brows furrowed, and he turned completely toward me. “Summer, I don’t want any secrets between us.” His tone brooked no argument.

I grinned and waggled my eyebrows. “You’ll be okay with it once you hear this one,” I taunted.

His lips compressed into a flat line as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me,” he grumbled, sounding worried.

I rolled my eyes. “You act like what I’m going to say is a bad thing.” I laughed. “Relax, baby. It’s good news, I promise.”

“What?” He let his shoulders drop and tilted his head.

“I got my IUD removed. That means from here on out, nothing is going to prevent me from getting pregnant.”

His eyes widened at first, then shifted to desire, and then went pedal to the metal, barreling straight for lust. He movedso fast I didn’t even realize it before I had my back against the house and Jack’s mouth on mine.

Our tongues tangled as his hand traced down my side, then over my breast, where he gave an encouraging squeeze, and then down to the curve of my ass in my booty shorts. His fingers teased the crease of where my ass cheek met my thigh, and my mind fizzled out. My entire focus became every feather light touch, every intense grip, every gasp as our tongues tangled and he pressed me harder against the wall.

Jack had just slipped his hand between my shorts and underwear when we heard, “You two realize you have your own house, right?” my mother called out clearly having spied us from where she was playing with TJ about thirty feet away.

Jack’s hands froze on my ass as though he suddenly realized what he’d done and where we were at that moment.

I laughed. “Hey, Ma, can you watch TJ for a bit longer? We’re gonna go try and make a baby.” I called out, not taking my eyes off the blazing dark gaze of my husband.

Jack shook his and head laughed out loud. The man wasn’t used to my shamelessness or shenanigans quite yet. I hoped he never got used to them. I liked the idea of keeping my man on his toes.

“Whoo hoo! Did you hear that, Bernie?”

“I sure did! I think that’s cause for celebration. Fresh squeezed OJ for everyone!” He clapped.

Mom continued to blather on while I jumped up and locked my legs around Jack’s waist. “I’m going to need to consult the cards and do a fertility ritual.”

“You think we can make it to the car, or should we hit the shed out back real quick?” I asked.

Jack ground his very large erection against me and grunted, almost sounding pained. My lower region throbbed and ached, ready to finish what we started against the wall.

“The she-shed it is!” I lifted my arm and made a roping gesture. “Giddy-up cowboy. This cowgirl wants a ride.”

Jack carried me all the way down the side path as I kissed his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a fat hickey. He’d bitch and moan about it later, but also secretly love it.

The second he got me through the rickety door, he kicked it shut with his booted foot, and I let my legs drop to the floor. I’d just barely unbuttoned my shorts and shoved them down to my ankles before he spun me around and bent me over the wooden workbench.

He cupped my center from behind and sank two fingers deep.

I arched back on a loud moan, forcing those fingers deeper, my entire body aching for more. He fucked me properly with those fingers, working me into a frenzy until I begged for more.

“Jack, please…”

I heard the sound of his belt being undone and his new jeans sliding down his narrow hips. He removed his soaked fingers, and then I was rewarded with the sound of him humming.

I glanced over my shoulder to see his fingers being licked clean.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moaned, the temperature in the shed becoming balmy and humid with our rapid breaths and beating hearts. “Fuck me,” I demanded, waving my bare ass in the air.

His hand came down hard against my bare skin, blistering my ass like a fiery brand. “That’s for the hickey!” he rumbled like thunder, then lifted his hand and swung again, reddening the other cheek. “That’s for keeping me in the dark about your doctor’s appointment.”

I gagged on a moan, my entire ass aflame, arousal coating my thighs and dripping down my leg. The need for him to fuck me was so strong it was carnal, noprimal.

“Please!” I begged.

I didn’t have to wait.

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