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Slow Ride (Rough Riders #9.5) Page 6
Author: Lorelei James

“Okay.”

“I’m thinkin’ I’ll want seven kids.”

He nearly wrecked the car, his head whipped around so fast. “Seven? Are you f**king serious?”

“Yep. That’s only one more than Cam and Domini have, and they’re doin’ fine.”

“Their house and their lives are a goddamn zoo, Keely.” When she smirked, he realized he’d been had. “Very funny.”

“But I do think we could handle six.”

“No way.”

“Fine. How many do you want?” she demanded.

“Two.”

“Two? That’s it? I already feel bad for our two poor babies, practically raised alone.” She made the most pitiful-sounding sigh.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Last time I checked there were almost twenty-seven McKay and West cousins for Jack Junior and Little Keely to play with. That’s plenty.”

“Fine. Five kids.”

“Nope. But I’d agree to three.”

“Four.”

“We’ll see.” Four ankle biters sounded good to him, but he had to keep some negotiating power with his wife.

His wife who’d gotten very quiet all of a sudden.

“Keely? You okay?”

Her hand tightened around his. “Just thinking. As much as I wanna have a ton of kids with you, not right away, okay? I want you all to myself for a while first.”

Keely’s sweetness always surprised him, always moved him, always humbled him. “Deal.”

“But I definitely think we should get lots of baby-making practice in. Starting now.”

“You aren’t going to give this up, are you?”

“Not until you give in.”

“I will gladly give in to you as soon as we hit the villa. Until then—”

“Until then you’re giving me an excuse to relive my most memorable sexual encounters. Great idea.”

Keely’s eyes took on an unholy gleam before she looked away.

The car went silent. Except for her occasional sighs.

Sighs he recognized.

This was driving him f**king insane. Which sexual encounters was she reliving? She’d better not be thinking about any man other than him. Ever.

“You do make such a sexy sounding rumble when you’re jealous, Jack. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” His hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Fuck that. I’m not cute.”

“True. You’re definitely too hot to merely be cute.” Keely peeled his fingers free from the steering wheel and clasped his hand in hers, setting their joined hands on her lap. “And so you know, husband, I was thinking of you, because I completely forgot every man after the first time you touched me.”

“Such a silver-tongued cowgirl.” Jack relaxed because she knew just how to soothe him. “What memory were you reliving?” So much for his insistence they forgo discussions about sex.

“The one after our fake engagement party. When you just…” She sighed. “You rocked my world, GQ.”

It’d been a hard and fast encounter, as they’d both been drunk on the lust that’d shimmered between them for eleven years. Lust that’d finally hit the boiling point. He’d taken her on the floor of her apartment, which yeah, the I-need-you-right-fucking-now feeling was hot as hell, pinning her to the carpet and f**king her brains out. Although, he still held some regret that’s how their first time together had played out.

Is that why you’re so insistent on doing this differently?

“And then I got to thinking about how we christened my office at the clinic.”

An image of Keely, stripped naked and spread out on the top of her desk, flashed in his mind. That’d been a hot tryst, mostly because it was so unexpected. His cowgirl certainly liked to mix things up. He murmured, “And then we christened my office.” As soon as they’d caught their breath, she’d crooked her finger and led them to his office, where she’d draped herself over his drafting table and he’d nailed her from behind. Then they’d gone at it in the conference room.

Dammit. Now he was getting hard.

He glanced at her and realized while he’d been reliving the Jack and Keely sex show, she’d dropped their joined hands between her legs and was covertly rubbing his hand right where she wanted it. He stiffened his fingers and slid them free of her grasp. “Nice try.”

“But we were sharing, Jack. Connecting.”

“You are trying to connect my fingers with something, all right,” he said dryly.

Keely let loose the deep throaty laughter that made him think of slamming body parts and sweat-soaked sheets.

Damn her. He was still getting hard.

“But you know which one of our many, many, many, many times of getting down and dirty sticks out in my mind?”

Jack had gotten stuck on the many, many, many, many times portion of her question. “Ah. No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me. In detail. In explicit detail.”

“Last month. When you’d been gone for three weeks. I heard you running up the stairs to the apartment. You dropped everything you were carrying in front of the door and kissed me, such a deliciously long, slow kiss. Then you whispered, ‘I love you’ and took me to bed. And we stayed in bed the entire day. Twenty-four whole hours of mad, passionate love, wrapped together, napping, only to wake up and go at it again. It was amazing.”

“I agree. It was amazing.”

She fell silent, which surprised him. But he didn’t push it. Then she said, “Lemme see your left hand.”

“Why?”

“I just have this need to look at your wedding band, so I know this isn’t some kind of dream and we really are married.”

“Seems surreal, doesn’t it?” Jack held his hand across the console.

Keely turned the ring on his finger. “Will it take some time for you to get used to wearing it?”

“I’m already used to it. It’s never coming off.”

She smiled. “So you like it?”

That she’d managed to keep the design and style of his wedding band a secret from him was a miracle for her, his little hater of secrets. “It’s perfect. Why?”

“I thought it might bother you I didn’t try to match them.”

The wide band wasn’t too feminine or too plain. It wasn’t white gold like hers, but platinum. “Keely. I love it. It shows how different we are but how well we fit together.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

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