Page 98 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
I chuckle. “Another Rose term?”
She nods.
We stare at each other for a moment, the silence making me twitch.
“Do you like it?” I finally ask, gesturing to the car.
She brightens, a wide smile jostling her glasses. “I love it.” She turns her attention to the ‘vette, her right hand running along the roof. “But you shouldn’t have. It probably cost a fortune.”
Unease creeps in, but I force it away. “We should talk.” Boss pulls on the reins. “Follow me to the barn?” I tilt my head down the road.
She nods, her glasses slipping down. I start walking Boss to the barn and Jackie follows at a distance.
Once Boss is in his stall, I give him a feed bag and a quick brushing. Jackie’s quiet the whole time, but her eyes never leave me. I can feel her stare, even when my back is turned. I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder what it will take, if anything, for her to accept my apology.
I’d already given her the ‘vette. It had been the only thing I could think of that could say everything I wanted to say but didn’t know how. That I believe in her. That I support her dreams. That I love her.
I pause at a truly horrific thought. Did she drive the ‘vette all the way here just to give it back? She can’t. Ineedher to accept that car. I put the brush down and close the stall gate.
“Jackie—”
Jackie launches herself at me. I stumble back a step, the stall gate keeping me upright. She’s everywhere. Her hands are through my hair, then one glides under my shirt, scraping her nails across my chest and around my back. Her other hand follows but takes a detour past my belt, grabbing my dick, which is now back to full attention.
When her fingers palm me though the denim, her glasses slip down her nose, tilting to one side. I pluck the glasses from her face with the other, placing them on the bale of hay by the stall. Then I move us both across the aisle and back her up against the adjacent wall, shoving a thigh between her legs, giving me the leverage I need to free my hands.
I want to touch her. Ihaveto touch her.
Things have gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye and I love every goddamn second of it.
“I’m rich,” I say, on a breath between kisses, though I don’t remember making a conscious decision to do so.
“Okay.” She pants, lifting her mouth to mine again.
I pull back. “I mean, I have a lot of money, Jackie. My family does. From the ranch.”
She nods, seemingly unconcerned, eyes focused on my mouth.
“Like millions.” My hands are still full of her ass, but they’ve stilled, waiting for what I’m saying to sink in.
She tilts her head to the side, arms still lopped around my neck, considering. “Likemillions, or actual millions?”
“Actual millions.”
“Huh. Who knew cattle farming was so lucrative.”
My lips twitch. “Cattle farming?”
“Is that not the term?” She frowns. “When people raise fish for food it’s called fish farming. I saw a documentary on it.”
“I see.”
She loses her frown, her gaze going over my shoulder. “It was quite fascinating. It reminded me of—”
“Jackie?” My hands squeeze her ass.
“Hmm?”
“We were talking about my millions.”
