Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (12 page)

"So, when will we get to really visit with you guys? Dinner, lunch?” Paying no attention to Jack, Bethany asked, and the couple seemed surprised. “Jack?"

"What, they can come over anytime they like.” He sounded like a spoiled child, and Bethany wanted to spank him.

"How about tomorrow?” she continued as if he really didn't mind.

"We both work all week, but next Friday night would be fine. If the boys can behave.” Jan looked around Bethany to Jack.

"I didn't shoot him.” Jack threw up his hands.

"You didn't stop him either.” Jan crossed her arms, and Buck shook his head. He was obviously over the incident, but Jan was not.

"Jan, honey, can we just let it drop?” Buck quietly asked.

"No. Not until they apologize.” Jan looked at Buck then back to Jack.

"Sure, as soon as you apologize for not inviting us to your wedding.” Jack now crossed his arms and mirrored her stance.

"I told you they were mad.” Buck again attempted to negotiate. “I don't need an apology. I got you."

"Good luck,” Jack mumbled.

"And good luck to you and your new bride. I'm sure she's just wowed by all your charm and manners.” Jan meant it to be hurtful.

The only problem was Jack had been charming and using his manners up until this moment when he was being defiant and rotten to his sister. Not like Jan was being all that loving back.

"I have been the perfect gentleman. Bethany is my wife, Jan, not just some bimbo I brought over to screw in the hayloft.” Jack then sidled up beside her, and Bethany nodded in agreement. Though she now wondered exactly how many bimbos he had screwed in the hay loft.

"And Jan's my wife. I'm young, I know, but I love her, and it would be easier for her if we all just got along.” Buck had a quiet manner. It made a stark contrast to his size.

"I'm sorry Heath shot you in the ass, kid. He is too, ripped his heart out not to walk Jan down the aisle. He won't say it, but it did.” Jack pressed his hand in the small of Bethany's back and started walking them out of the stables.

Once outside, Bethany looked up at him. It took a lot for him to apologize, she could tell. His sister was almost crying through her anger, and Jack apparently could not bear to see it.

"You're a good man, Jack Johnson.” She liked saying his name. Jack Johnson, it rolled right off her lips. Bethany Johnson, Mrs. Jack Johnson. She placed her arm around his waist and leaned into him.

"Do I get some sort of reward for my apology? I only did it for you and Jan. I like the kid, but it was funny when Heath shot him in the ass.” He squeezed her tightly.

"Why did he shoot him?” She ignored his reward talk and didn't find it funny one bit.

"He asked us if he could marry her.” Jack chuckled. “Now, about my reward?"

"I didn't offer you any reward for doing the right thing,” she teased.

"Then, why did I do it? I should go back and throw a rock at him, hold on..."

"Jack!” She grabbed his belt loop as he turned around. “Behave. And maybe, if you're good the rest of the day, I'll ... make something for you."

"Make something?” He picked her up and put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I'll make something for you all right."

"Jack!” She squealed in protest though she loved every minute of it. He carried her all the way to the house. It was an interesting view of the kitchen and living room as she hung practically upside down. He didn't stop until they were in the bedroom. He closed the door behind them.

"Will you put me down now?” She propped her head on her fist, resting her elbow in his back, feigning boredom.

"Almost,” he said and carried her to the bathroom. There, he set her on the large marble surface between the double sinks. His eyes danced as he looked at her. “Let's take a bath."

"What?” She blinked as the dizziness from being upside down subsided.

He didn't respond at first. He was already turning the water on in the large Jacuzzi tub. “You will love this thing. The jets pulse out and hit every muscle like a masseuse massaging away any tension."

As the water flowed from two faucets filling the tub quickly, he stripped.

He unclothed like they had been getting naked in front of each other for years instead of days. “Come on."

He stepped into the water then sat down and looked at her. “Will you get naked and get in here? I'm not trying to seduce you."

"I didn't say you were.” She stopped gawking at him. She hopped off the counter and moved out of sight to undress.

Jack relaxed as the jets soothed aching muscled and relieved tension. Bethany was like a rollercoaster today, up one minute, down the next. Hell, she had him so confused; seducing her was the last thing on his mind. He wanted to relax, but he wanted her close. She almost had him in the stables. First, she was no touching; then, she was all about touching. What a little tease she turned out to be.

When she stepped into the tub and sat next to him, he could feel her staring. Like a touch just stroking him from head to toe. He opened his eyes and sure enough she was fixated on his penis. For a woman who did not want to be seduced, she sure asked for it a lot. “See something you like?"

"I.” She snapped her eyes up to meet his. She couldn't hide the flush of color creeping over her chest and neck.

Her cheeks blushed as she tried to cover herself by putting one hand over her lap and the other around her waist. She was not covering up her breasts or groin. She was hiding what he suspected were the areas she was self-conscious about, her stomach and thighs.

She was rounder than any other woman he dated, but she was not fat. More like healthy and soft. He wasn't afraid to pick her up or play. He didn't feel her hips jabbing him when he hugged her or every bone along her back and rib cage. He loved the way she felt.

"Put your foot up there like this.” He ignored her self-consciousness.

"What?"

"Put your foot up here next to mine on this jet. It feels good.” He watched her foot move next to his.

"I can't feel anything with your boat covering it,” she teased.

"Oh.” He moved his boat as she called it and watched her reaction. Bethany had very sensitive feet. He knew she would enjoy the pressure. Her toes flexed, and she moved a little closer. “I just love your toes. All pink and pretty, you got them dressed up like they are really going somewhere."

"They did go somewhere.” Bethany gulped, put her other foot up next to the jet, and grabbed his knee.

"Are you all right?” he leaned over and whispered in her ear. She was turned on in a big way. “You seem a little ... I don't know, maybe a little..."

"Yes. I am a little.” Her voice was low. She bit her lower lip.

"Feels good, doesn't it?” he asked, and she nodded. He put his big boat foot back up over the jet knocking both of hers off the pulsing water. “Ah."

"Jack!” she shouted in surprise. She looked so put out, like he was supposed to let her have all the fun. The woman definitely could not hide her expressions. She would be lousy at poker.

"What?” he teased.

"Why are you being such a jerk?” She splashed him.

"You get water all over the place you're cleaning it up.” He shrugged acting very much like a jerk. The jets had worked their magic and soothed sore muscles and stress. Bethany had worked her magic by amusing him and turning him on again.

"Jack,” she drawled his name and lowered her eyes to give him the same look all women give when they want something. “Doesn't all this warm water and pulsing jets make you want to lie back, relax, and maybe even ... you know."

"No. I have no idea. Why don't you spell it out for me?”
Now, look who was trying to seduce whom.

"Well, I was thinking maybe ... if you want to that is, I mean I know I put you off in the stables, but it was about intimacy, this is about ... sex.” She tried to convince him there was a difference. And there was a difference, with other girls. He did not generally marry other women, bring them home, or ache to kiss them. From the moment she fell off the bar stool, all he wanted to do was kiss her.

"I see.” He nodded. “So, what you want us to do over the next three months is fuck?"

"No!” Bethany gasped, her eyes bulged, and her lips rounded to a perfect little circle.

"Well, that's what sex is without intimacy. You're a woman, you know you can't keep sleeping with me and not have feelings. I don't know. I might not mind if you do, to be honest. I like you, and I definitely like what we've been doing so far, but I'm not in love with you, and you're not in love with me.” He thought real hard about what he was saying. It was entirely too soon to be talking about love. “We can't be. So, what we are in right now is lust. And if you want to exhaust our lust over the next three months, then I say we go for it."

She would either buy it or not. He hadn't decided if he loved her or not. There was a lot to think about and more to know before he could make a decision. But lust, hell yeah, he was in lust with Bethany. In three months time, he would be well sated on her. Ready to part ways and just call when the need arose, or he would have her strung out on him like a drug addict, unable to part ways. Either way, he won.

Bethany blinked a few times, opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again with a new expression, shut it. Then, finally said something.

"Why not?"

"So, climb on up.” He pulled her by the hand, and she straddled him, resting her knees on either side of his hips. “If you don't want me hugging you and touching you outside the bedroom, tell me, but it will be damn hard to keep my hands to myself, understand?"

"Yes. I understand now.” She nodded.

Jack knew she was lying because she darted her eyes to the right when she said it. She didn't understand a damn thing, but what could he do about it? Giving up, he cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips down to his. This she understood. She understood as soon as he kissed her she would relax and let all of her fences down, allowing him to run right through. Whoever hurt her, they did a great job at it. Bethany wanted to be sexual but not intimate. She wanted to be free, but he knew if he left her in Vegas, she would have been lost.

As she eased down on his cock, he gripped her hips and moved to the center of the large tub. As he suspected she would, she stretched her legs wide putting her feet on separate jets. Lifting her then seating himself completely inside with one thrust, he said, “I'm glad I don't have any kinks."

"I'm giving you better access.” She closed her eyes on a moan.

"You like it, don't you?” he whispered as he kissed her neck. “It's okay. I like your kinks."

She nodded, unable to speak. He could feel her already trembling. Her thighs tightened; her back arched. Moans of pleasure became louder. “Mmm. Come for me, sweetheart."

He slid a hand between them and pressed her clit just slightly. She was already there it just added another stimulus to her over stimulated body. The warm bath water bubbled and pulsed around them from the jets. She had her sensitive feet getting full jet action, his cock was inside her, and his lips teased her neck, breasts, and lips in turn. One little touch on the swollen bud set her off like a rocket. She came like a wild woman. Her feet moved from the jets to help balance her as she shook from it. Her face contorted, and her nails bit into his biceps. “That's it, Bethany. God, I love it when you come."

"Mmm. Jack, it really was good.” She slumped on his shoulder with her nose in his neck. She was spent, lifeless. He felt pretty good about that, but he wasn't through with her yet.

"Glad to hear it. Now, turn over.” He slid back and turned the jets off.

"What?” Lazily, she nuzzled him again. If only she could be so open when they were not having sex. Disgusted by his thoughts of snuggling, he pulled out a little then pushed back in. That got her attention. “Oh."

"Oh? Oh yeah, there are two of us in this equation.” He lifted her off of him completely. “Hold on to the side of the tub, put your foot there, and don't fall out."

"Gee, thanks, Ja ... Oh ... Jack."

"Yes. Talk to me, Bethany. Tell me you like it,” he said as his breath hitched. Oh, he liked this position, deep, her womb tight around his cock, sucking it back in as he pulled out. “God, you feel good."

"Do you like it, Jack?” She groaned as he hit her uterus with the head of his cock. “God, Jack, it's so deep. You're so big."

"Tell me you like it."

"I like it, Jack. Faster, yes, yes ... oh God, Jack! I can't, I'm going to come. I can't stand up ... Jack!” Her knees gave out as she came. Her leg slipped off the edge, and she pressed back against his thighs, getting herself as tight and as close as possible.

He spent in long fast bursts. Every orgasm with her was better than the last. Every one threatened to take his knees out. His groans matched hers. He knew as it ended as soon as she was able to sit up straight, she would be all wound up and inaccessible again. He hated to think about it. He hated the fact he wanted to cuddle with her, he wanted lay beside her and talk. Jesus, he felt like a woman! Bethany didn't want any of it. She didn't want intimacy; she just wanted to fuck.

The realization of his circumstances made him mad. He was a man, damn it. He didn't need to cuddle with her. He sure didn't need her conversation. They had nothing other than the marriage agreement and sex in common anyways. In three months, both of those things would come to an end. Bethany would become a friend and possibly a lover. He had been lovers with Candice off and on for years. Why the hell was this eating him up?

Jack was out of the tub and drying off before she could stand up. He stormed out of the bathroom as she gingerly dried off. Once she stepped into the bedroom, the mood around them changed. He was already in jeans and pulling a T-shirt over his head.

"What's wrong with you?” she asked.

"Nothing. I need to do some work is all.” He pulled on his socks then shoes. She thought all cowboys ever wore were boots, but he just pulled on a pair of running shoes. “I'll be in the loft if you need me."

And out the door he went.