Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

pain so real he had to shut his eyes against it until it quieted to a steady throb.
    Why did she always have to know what time it was?
    Because she was a mother. He’d always admired her mothering abilities, the way she used to hear Brian cry in his crib before anyone else did, the way she could ferret out their agonizing boyish secrets, then kiss the hurt away.
    “Kiss me good morning.” Kiss the hurt away.
    She looked at him, smiled, her lids at sleepy half-mast. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
    “Neither have I.”
    The kiss was delicious because it was her. Life was freaking worth living because he’d woken up beside Taylor this morning. Because he’d made love to her before falling asleep. Because her sweet tush pressed to his exceptionally hard cock in the middle of the night. Pulling her leg over his, he’d taken her from behind, slipping inside her before she was fully awake. She’d come, crying out loud enough to disturb the cat outside the window. Sleep again. Only to wake to her mouth sucking him and her hand priming his balls. He’d taken his fill of her once more as dawn broke through the window.
    Yet he wanted her again. Now.
    “Something’s up, Mr. Jackson.”
    Her hand billowed the covers as she found him.
    “Don’t you want to know what time it is?” His last word split in half by his groan.
    “I already looked. It’s eleven. We overslept. But I think we can manage a quickie before I have to pick up the boys.”
    “You’re a very organized woman.”
    “Why, thank you.” Then she grinned. “Now fuck me, Jace.”
    Last night, she’d said it right before her orgasm. Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your mouth , and plain old fuck me . The woman had gone wild with the word.
    Nothing had ever made him hotter.
    He rolled her beneath him, then reached for the last condom on the side table.
    “I get to put it on this time.”
    “It’s tricky.” He dropped the packet onto her palm.
    Taylor wriggled from beneath him. “Get on your back.”
    He let her go at him. “If you don’t hurry, this won’t be a quickie.” Not quite true, because if she fondled him much longer, he’d lose it before he ever got inside her.
    She sighed. “Ah, I think I did a perfect job.”
    “Too fucking perfect.” Damn near close to combustible. “Now get on top of me.”
    He hoisted her aboard with his hand on her butt. Rising above him on her knees, she took him in her hand, then stroked his cock along the center of her slit.
    “Shit.” She was sizzling hot and creamy wet, and he wished to God he could have her without the condom. “Fuck me, Taylor.”
    Her chocolate-sweet eyes deepened to the color of rich liqueur. “You can’t say fuck in front of the kids.”
    “I’ve never said fuck in front of the kids.”
    “You can only say it to me.”
    “I promise. Anytime you want. Fuck me now, please.”
    Sliding him deep, she threw back her head and moaned as she settled. “Oh Jace. You feel so good. You make me want to come without even moving.” She flexed around him, heightening her own pleasure with her inner muscles.
    He damn near burst off the bed, pushing up into her, then grabbing her hips as he started to pump.
    Steadying herself on the bed, she matched the rhythm he started. He couldn’t hold it with her. She took him, turned him inside out, and brought him to the edge of orgasm in seconds.
    “Don’t ever stop wanting this.” He gritted his teeth around the words, held on long enough to say them.
    “I’ll never stop, Jace. Not ever. I promise.”
    And he lost everything he had, everything he was. Heart, soul, body, and mind as he poured himself into her, as she cried out his name when she came.
    He hadn’t quite caught his breath, but he managed to open his eyes when he felt her stretch. She arched, ran her hands through her hair, over her breasts. Then she smiled.
    “That was very, very good, Jace.”
    “Jesus Christ! What are you doing?”
    Taylor shrieked and dove beneath the covers, his cock popping free of her and flapping in the wind before he even thought to pull the sheet up.
    David stood in the doorway.
    The adrenaline high pumping through Jace’s veins set his skin on fire. “Why the hell didn’t you knock?”
    His brother’s lip curled. “I knocked. You were too busy screwing to hear me.”
    “Shut your damn mouth.”
    David shoved his hands through his hair and turned a circle in the doorway. “I can’t believe this.”
    Taylor hadn’t