Jacked Up (Fast Track #6)(54)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“I feel like a stripper.”

“Then come on over here and dance on my pole, girl.” Nolan gave her an exaggerated lecherous nod. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He patted his thighs.

They both laughed. Eve kicked off her shoes. “Okay, I don’t think this is us. I’m just going to jump your bones.”

“Sounds good to me. Or I could meet you halfway.”

“Nope. Bone jumping. That’s what I’m doing.”

He loved her go-get-’em attitude. Or go get him, technically. “Alright, you won’t catch any interference from me.”

When Eve sidled up to him, her br**sts were almost level with his mouth. He would have liked to bury his lips in that cle**age, but she tilted his head up to her and kissed him on the mouth. Then she dropped down and kissed the tip of his penis. His leg twitched involuntarily.

This was a pleasant turn of events. He suspected he knew where she was going with this. Eve shot him a wicked look over the head of his cock. Oh, yeah, she definitely had plans for him. Nolan leaned back, palms down on the bed to let her do her thing. It was going to be hard not to grab on to her and just fling her on the bed, but if she wanted to bone jump, he was going to let her.

Only when she slid her mouth down over him and took him deep, Nolan couldn’t prevent a groan. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s perfect.”

Her response was to cup his balls in her hand lightly, her fingers brushing across his thighs, then the end of his shaft all while her mouth moved up and down on him. The stimulation, the tease, had him gripping the bedspread and fighting to keep his eyes open. But he wanted to watch her. He wanted to see those pink lips sliding up and down on his hardness, her hair falling across her face. She hadn’t gone on her knees, she was bent over the bed and him, and it made her ass rise behind her head in a perfect leopard print exclamation point to the picture she presented.

“You are so hot,” he told her.

All that hotness and intelligence and she had chosen him.

Seemed like it was her birthday, but his lucky day.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

THE persistent sound of “Dude Looks Like a Lady” blasting out from her phone forced Eve to pry her eyes open and feel around on the nightstand for her cell. That was Evan’s ringtone. Why the hell was he calling her so early?

Or not so early. As the call disconnected, a one-eyed squint at her screen showed it was almost noon.

Noon?

Eve sat straight up in bed, her breathing kicking into high gear like she’d run a marathon, her heart stuttering a beat before ramping up into overdrive.

Oh, my God.

She was married.

Glancing over at Nolan, who was snoring lightly, the sheet barely covering his nakedness, she tried to remember how to breathe. Her head was pounding and her sinuses felt clogged. Her mouth was dry. It would seem maybe she had been slightly more tipsy the night before than she had realized. Because she was married.

She had married a man she’d been dating for two weeks at midnight in a Vegas chapel.

Who did that? People did that. Impulsive people. Not her people. She didn’t do spontaneous.

But she clearly had last night.

For thirty-three years she’d gone without behaving impulsively and she picked marriage as the thing to break her pattern? The last thing in the world you should do without planning, counseling, serious thought, and extensive time and research.

Oh, Lord.

The phone rang again, causing her to jump, the sheet clutched to her chest.

“You gonna answer that?” Nolan asked, his eyes still closed.

“Um, yeah.” How had he known she was awake? His ability to read her was scary.

The last thing in the world she wanted to do was talk to her brother, but if he had called twice in a row, it must be important. Better to get it over with.

“Hello?”

“Where the hell are you?”

Eve swallowed. She would love to drink anything liquid that wasn’t champagne. It felt like her tongue had been painted with sugar. “My room.”

“Your room? It’s noon. Are you sick or something?”

“No.” She didn’t think she was sick, even though she felt a little ill.

“Hungover? You did drink a lot last night.”

She wasn’t even sure she was hungover. More like in a state of shock. “I just overslept.” Because she’d been up until four o’clock in the morning having sex with her husband.

Her husband, whose hand was on her thigh now under the sheet, rubbing, rubbing. Even as her brain panicked, her body purred like a kitten. She could feel arousal spiraling up and out from her inner thighs just from a few simple strokes.

“You overslept?” He snorted. “You mean you were knocking boots with my jackman all night and ignored your alarm this morning. Get your ass down here.”

“I’ll be there in a half an hour.”

Nolan’s finger slid inside her warm core. She tried desperately not to moan.

“Or more like an hour. I have to shower.” Naked. With her husband.

“God knows we don’t want you to skip a shower. Tell Ford just because he wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow doesn’t mean I can’t find something for him to do at the test run today.”

Normally she would have put up a fight that Nolan wasn’t with her, but she wasn’t that good of a liar. Not when he was lazily petting her to an orgasm. Not when he was her husband.

And had she mentioned he was her husband?

When she hung up, Nolan kissed her, his skin warm, chin stubbly. “You didn’t tell him we got married.”

“I need coffee first. A shower. Some clothes on. Your finger not inside of me.” And a vatful of courage to tell her brother that she of all people had gotten hitched in Vegas.

Plus an orgasm. She could use one of those.

Nolan bent over her chest and flicked his tongue across her nipple. Eve had a nice, slow, delicious morning orgasm that had her eyes drifting shut.

“Good morning,” he murmured in her ear.

Eve struggled to recover. What was she doing? Wondering why she was married? Well, there you had it. The man had the distinction of being the first in recorded history to get her off five minutes after she had woken up.

“Morning. How are you?” she asked inanely. What did you say to your shotgun groom? She had no idea, and for some reason she just felt embarrassed.

The truth was she had fallen in love with Nolan. Champagne or not, she never would have married him if she hadn’t, and that was just embarrassing. She wasn’t a flaky chick. She didn’t fall in love in less than nine months. That’s how long it took to cook a baby start to finish. That’s at least how long it should take to fall in love.