A Pair of Jacks (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Blaze Ballantine Page A

of her triangle, brushing one finger against the swollen nub of her clit.
    She sucked in her breath and stiffened, wanting more, but Jack left her pussy to tug the jeans down over her hips, giving his hands freedom to roam where they pleased. When she was naked, he drew back from her, enjoying her beauty as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it down on the hat he’d set aside.
    Next, he toed out of his cowboy boots and shucked his jeans, leaving him naked and ready for her touch. His cock was so hard, it hurt, pushing upward, straining with the need to thrust inside of her.
    Fuck. She held up her arms for him and his heart did a double flip of anticipation. She is so fucking beautiful . He hadn’t wanted a woman the way he wanted her in a very long time. It was more than her beauty. It was her spirit. She’d been devastated by Xavier’s death, but she held up and didn't make herself a burden. When she told her story, she didn’t see herself as a victim of a lonely childhood. She had inner strength that Jack admired. Not to mention the woman had sexy in spades. And here she lay with her arms upraised and her angel face waiting for his kiss.
    Jack lowered himself to her, taking her mouth with his while his hand cupped her pussy, feeling the moistness of her need and the heat of her desire. His fingers traveled the seam of her body, gently pushing her apart so he could explore.
    He knew the second he hit the right spot. She gasped, arching her back, shoving her hips tighter against his hand as his fingers did a slow, stroking exploration of her. She twisted and sighed, breathing out his name as her hands cupped the back of his head, drawing him into a nearly painful kiss.
    He let her come apart as his fingers pinched the swollen bud of her clit. He knew he’d timed it right when she clawed at his shoulder with an urgency that made him shiver as her nails scored his skin.
    “Ohhhh, Jack, don’t stop…please don’t stop,” Marie begged, spiraling into an orgasm that left her breathing ragged as Jack coaxed the last bit of sensation out of her body. He watched her swim in the climax he offered her, thinking he’d never seen a woman so open to pleasure without the need to make it a relationship.
    When she opened her eyes to smile at him, Jack settled over her, nudging her legs apart, so he could cradle himself in the V of her legs. His erection found its way home, pushing between the sensitive folds of her pussy to enter the tight confines of her body.
    Marie liked it hard, Jack read that early in her reactions. He gave it to her like she wanted, without hesitation. When the engorged head of his cock pushed through the outer barrier of Marie’s cunt, Jack shoved his hips forward, hard, burying himself in her liquid heat.
    Marie returned his passion, straining upward, helping him as he shoved into her. Fuck, she’s tight. She clamped around him with every thrust he made. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into his hips, pushing him deeper into her pussy with every stroke.
    Jack groaned low in his chest and Marie did some little thing with her inner muscles that made his head spin. He plunged into her with a controlled passionate violence and she whimpered in pleasure, her legs tightening their hold around his hips. Unconsciously, she dug her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders, sinking deep enough to draw blood.
    “ Fuck, woman .” He was breathing so hard, he could barely speak. His balls ached to be released and he stroked faster, groaning as she deliberately worked those inner muscles again, contracting on him until he thought he’d explode.
    “Jack.” She screamed, and he came, his climax tearing through him, slamming into Marie as she jerked up to meet him, pulling his head down for a kiss. Her body twisted against his on the knife-edge of her orgasm and Jack felt his own body begin to shake, his muscles tense in response, and he gave her everything he had, collapsing against