She slid down with a low, soft, moan of pleasure. “I thought we couldn’t.”
“But we can.” Cupping her bottom, he closed his eyes and murmured his heartfelt thanks for this moment.
“You’re welcome.” She braced her hands on his shoulders. “This is one kind of riding I don’t need lessons for.”
“No. As I recall, you’re an expert.” His heart thudded rapidly in his chest as he waited, because this was Josie’s show. She had to make it happen.
“Even experts can use extra practice.” As she rose up, she tightened around him.
Oh, yes. He remembered this, and he was about to have the ride of his life.
She began slowly, sliding up and down with those tight muscles that massaged his aching dick and provided the most exquisite torture imaginable. He wanted her to go faster, but he’d be damned if he’d ask for that. She’d pick up the pace when she was ready.
She bounced a little faster, and then… she went for broke, her bottom slapping against his thighs in a piston-like movement that made him grit his teeth against the climax that hovered ever nearer.
He couldn’t hold it. He wanted to, but… “I’m going… to… come…” he said, gasping.
“So… am… I…” Breathing hard, she changed the angle, and then… her spasms hit as she let out a long, keening wail through clenched teeth.
He erupted, his hips jerking upward and impaling her even deeper as he trembled in the grip of an orgasm that went right off the Richter scale. Some deeply buried instinct of self-preservation kept him from crying out.
“Oh, Jack.” She slumped forward and rested her forehead against his. “That was so foolish. And so wonderful.”
“It’ll be okay. No one ever has to know.”
“We can’t keep hiding this forever. Sooner or later we’ll have to go public.”
“That’s your decision. You have the protective brother.”
“And you have the nervous bride and groom.”
Jack had to admit Gabe might look upon this development with skepticism. A love affair always had the potential to blow up, especially with the kind of history he had with Josie.
He sighed. “We’d better keep it quiet for now, at least.”
“I agree. And I need to get upstairs before Alex gets suspicious.”
“Chances are he’s out like a light. He won’t even hear you come in.”
Jack wished to hell he’d been right about that, but when he and Josie finally got themselves back together and opened the office door, someone was sitting in the shadowy room at one of the tables. It could have been a ghost, if Jack believed in ghosts.
He wished to hell he did. He’d rather deal with a ghost than this guy.
“Okay, Chance,” Alex said. “We need to talk.”
Chapter Twelve
Josie should have known better. Actually, she had known better, but she’d allowed lust to overcome her better judgment. One thing she knew for sure — she wasn’t letting Jack shoulder the blame for this.
“I’m the one you need to have a talk with, Alex.” She walked over to the table. After the complete absence of light in her office, she found it easy to see in the semi-darkness of the bar. The streetlamps outside the front windows gave the room a soft glow. “Leave Jack out of this.”
“Can’t.” Alex pushed back the chair he’d taken off one of the tables and stood.
He was about the same height as Jack, and Josie knew for a fact he was in great shape from hiking and rock climbing. In a fight, a fight she vowed to prevent, she couldn’t predict who would come out ahead.
Jack came to stand beside her, his gaze firmly on Alex. From the tension radiating from him, he obviously expected a fight. “Go upstairs, Josie. Your brother and I will take this outside. Nothing will get damaged.”
“Are you crazy? I’m worried about damage to both of you! I could give a flip about the furniture.”
Alex shifted his stance. “I’d like nothing better than to punch you out, Chance, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. I meant what I said. I want to talk.” He glanced at Josie. “I guess it’s up to you whether you stick around or not.”
“Damn right it’s up to me, and I’m staying.” She was relieved that Alex didn’t have violence in mind, but she didn’t trust either man to keep the conversation cordial if she left them to their own devices.
“All right.” Alex grabbed another chair off the table and sat it upright. “Have a seat. Chance can get his own chair.”
Jack didn’t move. “I prefer to stand.”
“I see. Then so will I.” Alex gestured toward the chair. “Josie?”
“I’ll stand, too.” The better to move between them quickly if she had to.
“Just as well, I guess,” Alex said. “This won’t take long. It boils down to one thing, really. I’m sure you didn’t drag Josie into that office, so I have to assume she cares for you.”
Josie wasn’t comfy having her emotional state bandied about. “You don’t know that Alex. It could be simply an overwhelming physical attraction.”
“Come on, Josie. You were with this guy for six months last year. When he left you high and dry, you were destroyed.”
She winced. “Not destroyed. Upset, maybe.”
Alex seemed to realize he shouldn’t have revealed that much. “Well, okay, you were upset, a lot more than you would have been if the attraction had been only physical. Besides, you’re not the type to have meaningless sex.”
“Are you absolutely sure about that?” Josie faced her brother.
“Well, yeah. Yeah I am.”
“You know what I think? I think you don’t like the idea that your baby sister might want to have meaningless sex, so you assume I’m not the type to do that.”
Jack cleared his throat. “He’s right, Josie. You’re not the type.”
She whirled on him. “You, too? Listen to me, boys. Girls can be interested in sex for its own sake, just like you manly men can.”
“I didn’t say they couldn’t,” Alex protested. “I just said it’s not like you, and I stand by that. It’s not. Especially given your history with Jack.”
He was right, and she knew he was right, but damn it, she didn’t like having her feelings put on display when she had no idea how Jack viewed their situation.
She crossed her arms protectively over her chest. “Do you have a point with your dissection of my emotional involvement?”
“Yes. Because I think you are emotionally involved, and I want to know where Jack stands on the matter.”
Josie wanted to die. Alex wanted to force some confession out of Jack. “You’re seriously asking about his intentions toward me?”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
Most of the time, Josie loved her brother a lot. But right now, she wanted to strangle him. “That’s none of your business, Alex. It’s old-fashioned, and archaic, and patriarchal, and—”
Jack stepped forward. “I’m not so sure. In fact, if I had a sister, especially if she’d already had a problem with the guy in the past, I’d be asking the same questions.”