Kasey had spotted her the instant she had stepped into the parlor room archway. It might have been ten years since he had last seen her, but her sultry body, angelic face, and hypnotizing hazel eyes were ones he would never forget. She was even more beautiful now than ever. Maturity had filled out her breasts, slimmed her waist, and stretched her amazing stems to a height he deduced to be only a few inches shorter than his. She had cut her jet-black hair. Though he generally preferred longer hair on a woman, he decided he liked the pixie cut she was wearing. It showed off the feminine curve of her jaw and the slender column of her neck.
He lifted his glass of whisky to his lips for a sip more out of reflex than thought as he continued to study her from a distance. He didn’t need the drink to make his mouth wet. Simply looking at her had already made his mouth water enough. He watched her smile at Seth Barlow as the man left her side and felt a knot tighten in his gut. It wasn’t jealousy that created it. He knew damn well the relationship Jacqueline had with the Barlow brothers. He figured it would’ve been easier to ingest if it had been jealousy, though, instead of what he knew it to be.
Fear. That spectacular smile on her beautiful face had a wave of fear washing through him. Would her luscious lips curve in an even brighter smile when she finally spotted him, or would they dip into a frown? It was stupid. He knew it despite his inability to keep the worry from forming in his system. They had parted on good terms, each of them with their own goals and obligations to fulfil. They hadn’t made any promises, hadn’t professed any love, or even hinted at any sort of distant future. He and Hunter had shared one night with her, a night neither of them had ever been able to forget, and had told her goodbye exactly the way the three of them had agreed.
So stop being an idiot and go talk to the woman.
Kasey pushed out of the corner where he had been taking a moment from the party to people watch. A quick scan of the crowded room told him Hunter hadn’t moved from where he stood near the fireplace with Rowdy and Shane, seemingly in a serious conversation. Something was up. Kasey didn’t know what. He only knew his brother had been acting a bit strange since just before the guests had started to arrive. He also knew the man hadn’t seen Jacqueline walk in. Otherwise, Hunter would have put a halt to whatever serious talk he was having with their ranch brothers and would’ve been right there by his side to greet Jacqueline.
Kasey considered snagging him before headed across the room. He even started toward Hunter. That’s when he knew Jacqueline had spotted him. He didn’t need to be looking at her in that instant to feel her attention zero in on him like a heat-seeking missile. The temperature of the air between them seemed to change, warming to a point that had beads of sweat forming beneath the brim of his Stetson. He set his whisky glass on the nearest table as the magnetic pull had his feet changing course.
Said feet faltered in mid-step when his gaze locked with hers. Sparks of equal parts surprise and desire danced in her beautiful eyes. Her luscious lips unfolded in a smile that obliterated every ounce of the stupid fear that had tightened his gut at the sight of her. His cock, already semi-hard after the seconds he had spent watching her, turned to stone behind the zipper of his jeans as he shouldered his way through the crowd.
She hadn’t moved from beneath the archway and he wondered if she realized she was standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe. His gaze flicked to it as the thought crossed his mind. She tipped her head back to glance up, obviously spotted it, and he damn near let out a, “Whoop,” before he caught himself when he saw the challenge in her eyes as their gazes locked again.
Kasey lifted a brow, saw the tip of her tongue peek from between her lips to take a slow lick over the bottom one, and his balls drew up painfully in his sac. If that wasn’t an invitation to follow through with an age-old tradition he didn’t know what would be.
His heart hammering loudly enough to drown out the din of conversation and music in the room, Kasey stopped when the toes of his boots bumped hers. He slid an arm around her waist, pulled her sultry body against his, and watched as the sparks in her eyes ignited to needy flames.
“What are you waiting for, cowboy?”
Her voice was the only thing that managed to penetrate through the pounding of his pulse in his ears. It moved over him, seeped into him, and wound through his system like a satin ribbon, tying itself securely around his throbbing cock.
Kasey stared down at her, unable to believe he was holding her again and spellbound by the fact that she obviously still wanted him. In ten years no other woman had even come close to getting her claws into him the way she had done in a single night. He had tried to convince himself he was playing it up in his mind, making that night and what he had felt more spectacular than it had really been. It hadn’t worked and, holding her now, he knew damn well he hadn’t been kidding himself for an instant.
“Not a damn thing.”
Kasey buried the fingers of his free hand in the silky strands of her hair, cupped the back of her head, and crushed his mouth to hers.
Jacqueline lifted her cheek off the table and turned her head as far as she could to meet his gaze. “Prepare me, Kasey. I’m not walking away again until I get the experience of both of you inside me at the same time.”
Kasey’s heart tightened in his chest. She wasn’t walking away again period, but he would pick another time to make that clear. For now, he would grant her request and, later, he and Hunter would make love to her the way they had always wanted to do…together.
He picked up the tube of lubrication he had placed on the table by her hip and flipped open the cap. He saw her startle at the soft sound as she returned her cheek to rest on the table. Her sultry body trembled in what he could only define after her request as anticipation as he squeezed the cool gel onto the fingers of one hand and spread her sexy ass cheeks with the other.
She really did have a fantastic ass. It was firm and perfectly rounded and the absence of hair through the slit and around the hole told him she kept it well maintained and ready to fuck.
She jolted when he slipped his well-lubed fingers between her cheeks, then sighed as he found her forbidden opening and circled it before gently pressing one fingertip inside.
He took it slow, working his finger in a circle as he pushed it deeper, massaging the tight muscles and requesting entrance. They gave it to him, loosening even as they convulsed to suck his finger inside. He heard her breath quicken, but she didn’t make a sound. When he reached as far inside her as he could, he paused to wiggle the finger and stroke away the bittersweet pain he suspected she felt.
“Kasey.” His name was barely a whisper from her lips. “Please.”
“Are you wanting more, sweet thing?”
“Yes.” She hissed the word, drawing out the s and making him grin.
He pulled the digit back, spread the lube collected on his other fingers onto that one, too, and inserted two side-by-side into her greedy entrance.
“Oh, God.” Her arms stretched to opposite sides of the table, her hands closing around the edge for purchase as he delved his fingers all the way in.
“How does it feel, darlin’?” Hunter’s question was husky with his own arousal.
Kasey could relate. Playing with her ass, watching her, and listening to the sultry sounds she was starting to make had his cock throbbing in demand.
“Good. Oh, God. It feels so good. More. Please. I want more.”
Kasey gave it to her, breaking for only a moment to spread more lubrication onto his fingers before he pushed three inside her. Her hips came off the table at that, her muscles clenching around his fingers before drawing them all the way inside, and his balls screamed in agony.
“Sonuvabitch,” Hunter breathed through clenched teeth.
“Do you feel that, Jackie?” Kasey asked as he wiggled his fingers deeper. “I’ve got three fingers inside your tight ass, sweet thing. It’s so fucking pretty. I wish you could see it.”
“I can.” Hunter had moved around the table for a better view. “Fuck! Darlin’, I can’t wait until you’re ready for my cock.”
“I’m ready.” The words burst from her on a gasping moan. “Please. I’m ready now, Hunter.”
“No, you’re not, baby,” Hunter soothed. “But you will be soon. Kasey?” He gave him a look that was both a plea and a demand.
Kasey eased his fingers out of her questing ass, nodding when she whimpered. Yes, she was close, but not close enough. “I’m going to put the plug in your ass now, Jackie. Remember, you can’t come unless we give you permission.”
Her body tensed as she took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I understand.”
Kasey felt himself grin like a loon as he picked up the butt plug and covered it with the lube. He grazed the tip of it down her crack and watched her shiver. When he reached her hole, he paused and pressed just the tip to her anus, letting her get a sense of how large it was. It was marginally smaller than Hunter’s cock, but not by much. It was definitely larger than his three fingers had been. If she could take the plug and keep it inside her, she could handle it when Hunter fucked her.
“Take another deep breath, sweet thing. This might hurt, but only for a moment if you let it.”
She obediently took a deep breath and he pushed the toy inside her. A mewling cry escaped her throat, her head turned toward the table, and lifted, her forehead banging on the wood as he ruthlessly inched the plug deeper into her ass.
“Let it feel good, Jackie,” he instructed as he settled the plug into her ass until the flared base rested against her flesh.
“It does feel good. Oh, God. It feels too good. I’m going to come.”
“Not without our permission, and you don’t have it,” Hunter reminded her.
“Fuck!” The expletive exploded from her sounded of equal parts venom and frustration, but she didn’t ask for permission and she didn’t come.