Slow Ride by Lorelei James

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    Keely McKay Donohue is enduring the longest wedding reception of her life: her own. The only saving grace is that Jack Donohue is finally hers. Usually her hunky man gives her everything she wants, so why is her groom denying her the one thing she wants right now?
    Jack thought his secretive wait-for-the-honeymoon plan was romantic, until he realizes he’s only put Keely in a fighting mood. If he wants to get back on his temperamental bride’s good side, he’d better find a way to sweep his cowgirl off her boots…fast.

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    Slow Ride
    Copyright © 2010 by Lorelei James
    ISBN: 978-1-60928-301-8
    Edited by Lindsey Faber
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    Slow Ride

    Lorelei James

    Author’s Note
    This short story takes place between the epilogue of Rough Riders book 8, All Jacked Up , and the second chapter of Rough Riders book 10, Cowgirls Don't Cry . Enjoy a sneak peek of Jack and Keely on the road to their happily ever after…

    This was the longest wedding reception in the history of the world. She wished it were over—which truly was saying something, since it was her wedding reception.
    Jack leaned closer and whispered, “Stop sighing.”
    His warm breath sent goose bumps cascading down the right side of her body. Keely turned her head so his five o’clock shadow scraped her jaw. She closed her eyes and inhaled his familiar scent: cologne, starch on his shirt collar and the underlying hint of his heated flesh.
    Jack Donohue. Her husband. She really and truly was married to this gorgeous, sexy, intense man.
    Keely sighed again, not out of annoyance, but out of pure pleasure.
    He smiled against her cheek. “Now that’s a sigh I recognize.”
    “I have different sounding sighs?”
    “Uh-huh. You make that one in bed after I—”
    “Bringing up sex when we aren’t having any just makes me cranky, Jack.”
    His soft chuckle tickled her ear.
    “It’s not funny. Why aren’t we rolling around in bed nekkid right now?” she demanded in a fierce whisper. “We are married. Why are we still stuck at the reception? No one would care if we left.”
    He eased back to gaze into her eyes. “As much as I can’t wait to roll around naked with you, if we skip out early, your dad will kill me, turning you into a widow before you’ve had a chance to be a wife.”
    His voice dropped an octave and the possessive rumble vibrated through her in an electric caress. “ My wife.”
    “You certainly get off on saying my wife .”
    “Yes, I do, Keely McKay Donohue . So go ahead and call me a Neanderthal.”
    “I would if it meant you’d employ some caveman tactics and drag me off to your cave. Right now?”
    she asked hopefully.
    “God, I wish.”
    “Jack, I—”
    The chinking of silverware hitting glassware crescendoed. Knowing what the crowd of family and friends wanted, Keely twined her arms around Jack’s neck and gave him a long, wet, tongue-tangling kiss that probably caused some guests to squirm in their seats. She didn’t give a damn. It was her wedding day.
    If she wanted to make out with her husband, she damn well would.

    Slow Ride
    When they broke apart, Jack murmured, “Two more hours and I