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“Give us an hour.” Jackson shakes his head. “Make that two, Julia.”

Her laughter rings in my ear as I hang up and throw my cell back on the nightstand. Jackson’s mouth latches onto my nipple and I feel his rapidly growing cock at my hip.

“How is it even possible you’re hard again?” I moan as I run my fingers through his sex-tousled hair.

He pops his mouth from my nipple. “You’re naked, so I’m hard. It’s not rocket science.”

“We have to get up and get ready. And I need a coffee injection STAT.” I’m not making any move to remove his mouth from my breast, so I doubt my words carry much weight.

“I was thinking a different kind of injection,” he tells me, grinding his dick into my side.

A laugh bursts from my lips. “Jesus, that was cheesy as hell, even from you.”

His own body shakes with laughter. “Yeah, not my best work. Someone had me up all night begging for my dick. I’m not at the top of my game this morning.”

“Excuse you,” I exclaim. “I swear, it was like every time I moved, you were there waiting for me to turn over onto your dick.”

His laughter continues. “Again, Red, you were naked. Enough said.”

I roll away from him and his wandering fingers, stretching my arms over my head with my back to him.

“Sore?” he asks as he rubs a hand over my back. I groan at his touch, loving the feel of him rubbing out those sore knots that have accumulated over the last few days due to the stress of having to come here.

“Nothing a long shower won’t fix. How about you order up some breakfast and I’ll hop in the shower.”

Jackson rolls to the side of the bed and pulls on his boxers, heading over to the menu in the living room.

“Anything in particular?” he asks as he scans the menu.

“Surprise me.” I walk into the bathroom, not bothering to put any clothes on. After last night, he’s seen every inch of my body and licked it twice. The memories of last night come flooding in, making me smile as I turn the water on and step under the hot stream.

My eyes are closed with my back to the water, letting it do its magic with the knots when I hear the shower door open. I open my eyes to see Jackson stepping in, naked as the day he was born, with a wicked glint in his eye.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he slides his arms around my waist, moving them down to grab my ass.

He leans in to nuzzle my neck. “Surprising you.”

Oh, I think I like his surprises.

Chapter 16

Jackson

Ican’tkeepmyhands off Abigail. Whether it’s in bed or out, that woman is temptation personified. We finished our shower that took twice as long than it should have, but again, I can’t keep my hands to myself when she’s around and she’s given me carte blanche to touch her all the ways I’ve been wanting to for weeks. Well, she hasn’t pushed me away yet, so same thing in my book.

Riding to the ranch is no exception. I’m driving, but I keep one hand on her knee or rub her thigh. Not in any sexual way, though it wouldn’t take much to go that direction, but I love feeling her warmth under my palm. This is the first time I’ve seen Abigail in a pair of jeans, and the sight nearly knocked me over. The way the fabric tightens over her ass, showing off the curves I had my mouth all over last night, almost had me yanking them down her thighs and showing her how fucking hot I thought she looked in them. With my tongue. But we were already late to meet Julia, and I knew she was going to need more coffee for the drive out there.

Abigail is relaxed as we drive, her head leaning against the headrest, smiling out the window as she watches the scenery go by. She lazily turns that content smile in my direction. I like to think I had something to do with that. It could be because we’re driving out to one of her favorite places, or it could be the orgasms I gave her last night and today in the shower. I’m not entirely sure, but I’m okay taking some of the credit.

When we pull through the gates, I don’t know what I was expecting, but the sprawling estate laid out before me isn’t it. The girl I met at the bar didn’t seem like the type to live in a grand Antebellum style mansion, but there she is, sitting on the front porch with a glass of what I presume is sweet tea in her hand.

“Does Julia live here?” I ask, the contrast taking a minute to reconcile in my mind.

“Yeah. Her grandparents built the house when they lived here. This isn’t some little hobby ranch. Her grandparents turned a struggling cattle ranch into what it is today, and Julia’s dad has almost doubled the acreage and cattle since he took over before her and her brothers were born. Her family has been in the business for generations. I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of the steaks you’ve eaten at those fancy restaurants you like to go to have come from this ranch.”

Abigail looks at me with pride for what her friend and the ranchers before her built on this very land.

“Well, color me impressed. I didn’t know I was in the presence of ranching royalty the other night.”

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