All Jacked Up by Lorelei James Read Free Book Online

In his fantasy, her belly button was pierced and a little silver cowbell jangled with every twitch of her curvy hips.
    He stroked his cock from root to tip.
    She tossed the tank top and cupped her tits. They were on the small side, but Jack wasn’t a tit man anyway. Her thumbs drew circles around the rosy nipples, brushing the tips until they puckered. She moaned and slid her palms down her belly, beneath the waistband of the flannel shorts, swinging her hips with gusto. Her long black hair whipped from side to side as she shimmied the shorts off. Her pussy was shaved except for a tiny strip of black hair. She traced the line of her slit with a slender finger, parting the delicate pink lips.
    Oh fuck yeah. His hand on his cock moved faster.
    The phantom image of Keely drifted forward, her come-hither stare locked on the movement of his fist as he beat off. She placed her left foot on the footboard, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening sex. She thrust her middle finger into her cunt and moaned softly as she pumped it in and out.
    Showing him the wetness, biting her lip as she pleasured herself in front of him.
    When she started grinding the heel of her hand into her clit and pinching her nipple, the slap slap slap of Jack working his cock became louder. Keely pulled her fingers from her juicy sex and sucked them into her wicked mouth.
    Jack lost it, furiously pulling on his cock until his release spurted out and coated his hand.
    After he’d caught his breath, he opened his eyes. Alone in his room, whacking off to an illusion again.
    But damn, what an illusion.
    What if it weren’t? Once the news of their engagement spread, everyone would assume they were sleeping together. What if he could have Keely as his sexual playmate for a little while?
    Right. Keely would totally go for that. Never mind the fact they couldn’t stand each other. And at least in his delusion Keely hadn’t spoken and ruined it, like he was sure she would in real life.
    No. It was better to have the fantasy in this case.
    Mind made up, Jack finally relaxed enough to drift toward sleep.

    At seven o’clock an unfamiliar screeching whir woke Keely. She jumped out of bed in her underwear and a camisole and raced into the kitchen, figuring an appliance had exploded. But the noise was from 32
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    some fancy-ass coffee pot. Beans were grinding, steam billowed, water hissed and popped. A loud click and the aroma of hot, fresh coffee rolled out.
    Keely’s mouth watered.
    “A thing of beauty, isn’t it?”
    Jack’s deep, scratchy morning voice sent a pleasant tingle down her spine.
    “It’s awful damn noisy. Does it bake muffins too?”
    “Doesn’t need to. It makes the best coffee in the world and you’ll forget all about muffins once you get a taste. If you ask me real nice I might even let you have a cup.”
    “If you ask me real nice, I might even let you borrow a cup.”
    “This one—” he plucked a mug from the dish rack, “—will be just fine.”
    She ripped her favorite cup out of his grasp. “Huh-uh. Find another one and keep your paws off this one.”
    “You always this cranky in the morning?”
    “Yes. Get used to it.”
    “Maybe you should go back to bed.”
    “Fine.” Keely spun on her heel and slammed her bedroom door. She set her favorite UWYO mug on the nightstand and threw herself on the bed.
    Dammit. She did not want to share her apartment or anything in it with Jack. Not coffee. Not small talk. She would never survive this fake engagement. Never. She might as well march right back out there and give him back the ostentatious ring along with a really nasty piece of her mind.
    “Keely?”
    She lifted her head and glared at him. “What?”
    “I was kidding about sending you back to bed. Did you want coffee?”
    What the heck? Why was Jack being nice to her?
    Just go with it.
    Keely inhaled a slow, deep breath. “Sure. Just let me throw something on.”
    Jack’s gaze