Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

her lip. “Beg me, Taylor. Beg me to kiss you here.” He traced the tip of one finger across her clit and down her slit.
    “Please, Jace. Put your mouth there. Please.”
    He wanted her to beg. He wanted to hear her say his name in that soft, breathy voice. He’d dreamed of tasting Taylor for almost half his life, dreamed of making her come the way she just did. Lost to herself, completely his.
    For one panicky moment there when she’d told him to make her come, he’d been afraid that reality could never be as good as the dream. Now he knew it could be so much better.
    She jerked when he put his tongue to her. Moist and tangy and hot, he sucked the juice of her last come, then drew her clit into his mouth. She moaned and writhed. He pulled both legs over his shoulders and grabbed her hips to hold her to him.
    He’d been with women. He’d enjoyed them. But no woman had ever been like this for him. Using his tongue and lips to drive her wild, he took her with his mouth, and he gave her everything he had. Her soft curls tickled his nose. He burrowed deeper. Her moans and cries hardened his cock to a monumental ache.
    When he left her today, he wanted her to remember this, wanted her to carry the memory with her day and night.
    Her fingers found their way into his hair, twisting. She rocked against his mouth. Panting, she said his name over and over. Her thighs tightened around his head, and the first quake of her orgasm began. He sucked on her, hard, worrying the nub of her clitoris with his tongue, and she exploded with sound and taste, flooding his mouth with the sweetness of her orgasm. He took it all, every cry, every moan, holding her to him until her pleasure was so great, she couldn’t take it anymore.
    Then he raised his head and looked at her. Her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breath. Her lashes rested against her flushed cheeks. He leaned down, blew on her once more, then swiped his tongue across her clit.
    She jerked. “Oh Lord, no more. I think I died.”
    Jace stood, then pulled her upright by the arms. Her head lolled on her neck. Boneless. Weightless. In the ecstasy of orgasm. He put her limp arms around his neck.
    “Oh, Jace.” She opened sleepy, lazy, replete eyes.
    Dipping his head, he kissed her, gave her the taste of herself on his tongue, then pulled back. “Monday was mine, today was yours, Friday, we’ll come together when I’m deep inside you.”
    He’d tasted her. She’d tasted him. He didn’t have to be inside her to know he’d never get enough of her. She filled his heart the way her taste filled his mouth. She pushed him to extremes, to the point where he’d risk anything to have her.
    Only Lou’s memory stood in the way.

    * * * * *

    True to his word, Jace made sure she left the house in time to pick up the boys. Her legs still felt wobbly, and she kept gulping air as if she couldn’t get enough.
    Lordy-Lord, she’d gotten everything she was looking for that night when she ventured out on the wild side. She simply hadn’t figured she’d find it with Jace. She hadn’t imagined he could take her the way he had, make her feel such glorious sensations.
    This morning, she’d thought about doing a no-show Friday night. Now that was out of the question. Right or wrong, she craved what Jace could give her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She needed the memory when Saturday morning, and the rest of her life, dawned.
    The boys clambered into the backseat, their excited chatter filling the minivan. “We caught frogs today, Mom,” and “Peter got in trouble on the playground today, Mom.” She loved their prattle, the enthusiasm of youth, the battle for each to tell her his news first, tripping over their words, laughing.
    Today, however, in the midst of all their babble, she wondered how on earth she was going to serve dinner on the same kitchen table where Jace had given her such pleasure.

Chapter Six

    “Taylor, are you sure this is right?”
    Friday morning. Each minute ticking by seemed like an hour.
    “What’s the matter, Evelyn?”
    “This says the checking account has a negative balance.”
    That couldn’t be right. Frowning, Taylor punched up the file. It was negative. Where had she gone wrong?
    Don’t ask that. She’d gone wrong the moment she’d thrown herself at Jace in his truck. She’d gone wrong in her kitchen. Twice. But she didn’t regret it. Not one single moment. She merely felt sad that it would have to end.
    “I’ll go through