Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5 by Patricia Green Page B
Authors: Patricia Green
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lock."
"Women are like locks?"
"Yep."
"That's dumb."
"Jackie Elaine Theresa Journey-"
She held her hand up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
He snorted. "You are spoiled, girl. Spoiled and willful. Damned if I ain't done it myself."
"You make me so mad, Daddy." It irritated her further to feel so compelled to defend herself, but she did. He was her father. He cared about her. "I am a virtuous woman." Her statement was met with silence. "I am!"
He changed the subject abruptly. "Must be somethin' 'tween you and this new doctor for him to spank you."
"No."
"He was just mad at ya, huh?"
Jackie squirmed uncomfortably in the chair and as she did, her butt smarted, reminding her of Pete 's heavy hand on her behind . It had been intimate there with him. She'd have liked more, but he seemed disinclined to want more too. "It wasn't like that."
Fortunately, Leo didn't pursue it. "I can't talk to you like your mama would, li'l girl. I got only a father's words to offer. But I will tell you this, a virtuous woman's more valuable in this world of corruption . You don't go giving up something you only got one of to some fool off the street. You got me?"
Suddenly, s he was defeated. The dream of a home with a husband and children seemed years away. So many years. Witnessing the intimacy between Ace and his wife had stirred up those desires in her. Pete was so appealing and she felt so close to him. The spankings were like sex. Or, what she thought sex ought to feel like.
She mumbled out her answer to her father. "Yes, sir."
"G et to bed. We'll get your car tomorrow. I have errands in town anyway."
She rose and moved around the desk, bending to give her father a kiss on the cheek. Old-fashioned as he might be, he was her father and she loved him dearly. "G'night, Daddy."
"G'night, li'l girl."
* * *
Ace watched his sister walk by the kitchen archway and toward the stairs. He was glad to see that she wasn't in tears or stomping up the stairs in anger. Her shoulders slumped a bit and she was obviously tired. Apparently, their father had lit into her but good.
In a way, he felt bad for her. He knew most girls were given a lot more leeway than the Journey women, but at the same time, there was value in that. He hadn't wanted to make a permanent partnership with a loose woman, and he didn't know any fellows who did. Most men wanted to know that their women would be faithful and true and didn't cat around. Certainly, that's the way the Journey men behaved and he had no friends who weren't similarly inclined. But that was hard on women. His own wife had been with another man before he married her—but only one.
Ace figured Jackie would rise or fall on her own initiative. Much as he cared about her, he couldn't make her behave one way or another. He could only watch out for her as he had when she was a little girl. Sometimes a person had to skin their knees before they learned to ride a bike. He hoped that she hadn't skinned her knees up to the point of scarring while she was away at school.
A deep yawn assailed him and he rose to go up to his suite and his wife. He wanted to stake his claim on her once again. Ace was not a man to share the things that were most precious to him and the idea that he shared a place in her sex life with another man made him burn with jealousy. Gabby was his. Although he couldn't take away her behavior prior to meeting him, he could sure make sure she didn't think of that guy with any kind of wistfulness.
One of the stairs creaked as he climbed up and the door lock gave a little tick as he turned the handle. Gabby was sitting in bed, reading. Her brown curls were arrayed on her shoulders, glossy and thick. She wore the pale blue camisole that was her favorite. He knew there were tiny little frilly shorts to match it. Gabby was a tasty morsel to his eyes. His woman. His .
She looked up and smiled. "There you are! I was just thinking about looking for you. I heard your
"Women are like locks?"
"Yep."
"That's dumb."
"Jackie Elaine Theresa Journey-"
She held her hand up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
He snorted. "You are spoiled, girl. Spoiled and willful. Damned if I ain't done it myself."
"You make me so mad, Daddy." It irritated her further to feel so compelled to defend herself, but she did. He was her father. He cared about her. "I am a virtuous woman." Her statement was met with silence. "I am!"
He changed the subject abruptly. "Must be somethin' 'tween you and this new doctor for him to spank you."
"No."
"He was just mad at ya, huh?"
Jackie squirmed uncomfortably in the chair and as she did, her butt smarted, reminding her of Pete 's heavy hand on her behind . It had been intimate there with him. She'd have liked more, but he seemed disinclined to want more too. "It wasn't like that."
Fortunately, Leo didn't pursue it. "I can't talk to you like your mama would, li'l girl. I got only a father's words to offer. But I will tell you this, a virtuous woman's more valuable in this world of corruption . You don't go giving up something you only got one of to some fool off the street. You got me?"
Suddenly, s he was defeated. The dream of a home with a husband and children seemed years away. So many years. Witnessing the intimacy between Ace and his wife had stirred up those desires in her. Pete was so appealing and she felt so close to him. The spankings were like sex. Or, what she thought sex ought to feel like.
She mumbled out her answer to her father. "Yes, sir."
"G et to bed. We'll get your car tomorrow. I have errands in town anyway."
She rose and moved around the desk, bending to give her father a kiss on the cheek. Old-fashioned as he might be, he was her father and she loved him dearly. "G'night, Daddy."
"G'night, li'l girl."
* * *
Ace watched his sister walk by the kitchen archway and toward the stairs. He was glad to see that she wasn't in tears or stomping up the stairs in anger. Her shoulders slumped a bit and she was obviously tired. Apparently, their father had lit into her but good.
In a way, he felt bad for her. He knew most girls were given a lot more leeway than the Journey women, but at the same time, there was value in that. He hadn't wanted to make a permanent partnership with a loose woman, and he didn't know any fellows who did. Most men wanted to know that their women would be faithful and true and didn't cat around. Certainly, that's the way the Journey men behaved and he had no friends who weren't similarly inclined. But that was hard on women. His own wife had been with another man before he married her—but only one.
Ace figured Jackie would rise or fall on her own initiative. Much as he cared about her, he couldn't make her behave one way or another. He could only watch out for her as he had when she was a little girl. Sometimes a person had to skin their knees before they learned to ride a bike. He hoped that she hadn't skinned her knees up to the point of scarring while she was away at school.
A deep yawn assailed him and he rose to go up to his suite and his wife. He wanted to stake his claim on her once again. Ace was not a man to share the things that were most precious to him and the idea that he shared a place in her sex life with another man made him burn with jealousy. Gabby was his. Although he couldn't take away her behavior prior to meeting him, he could sure make sure she didn't think of that guy with any kind of wistfulness.
One of the stairs creaked as he climbed up and the door lock gave a little tick as he turned the handle. Gabby was sitting in bed, reading. Her brown curls were arrayed on her shoulders, glossy and thick. She wore the pale blue camisole that was her favorite. He knew there were tiny little frilly shorts to match it. Gabby was a tasty morsel to his eyes. His woman. His .
She looked up and smiled. "There you are! I was just thinking about looking for you. I heard your
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