Hell yeah. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who’d been affected by her calculated teasing during her stay at his place. Unless he was misinterpreting…but finding out wouldn’t be too difficult.
He took a step closer, deciding to test the waters. “You know me, Candy Cane, I’m not too interested in love connections. Sex connections, on the other hand…”
Jack let the comment hang, hiding a smile when he saw the unmistakable gleam of heat in her eyes.
Oh hell yeah.
But of course, Pepper remained stubborn to the core. “Then have sex with her,” she said flippantly. “I’m sure she’d enjoy it.”
“Trust me, she would.” He very deliberately licked his bottom lip, and enjoyed the way her breath hitched. “Man, there are so many ways I could make Kendal—Kendra feel good, you don’t even know.”
He expected Pepper to respond with a biting remark. Or maybe change the subject altogether.
What he didn’t expect was the note of challenge in her voice.
“Yeah? Like what, Jackjack?”
He erased a few more inches of distance, pausing when they were two feet apart. To anyone at the barbecue who glanced over at them, they looked like two people having a conversation. But Jack knew better. The electric bolts of heat moving back and forth from her body to his could have burned the gazebo to the ground.
“Hmmm. Not sure where I’d even start.” He slanted his head. “Do you think she’d like it if I went down on her?”
Pepper’s soft gasp echoed between them. “W-what?”
He played dumb. “Going down on her…you know…licking her pussy. Eating her out.”
The flush that bloomed on Pepper’s cheeks was so sexy his cock thickened behind his zipper. Holy fuck. Would her skin blush as deliciously pink when he ran his tongue over every tantalizing inch of it?
“I know what you meant,” she ground out. “There’s no need to be so crude.”
“Crude?” A dark laugh escaped. “You think that’s crude? You have no idea what a filthy mouth I have, do you, Pepper? No, of course you wouldn’t.” He met her eyes, trying hard not to laugh again when he saw passion, anger, and jealousy warring in her expression. “What about dirty talk? I’d hate to scare anyone off by coming on too strong.”
Pepper’s jaw opened and closed, closed and opened. She seemed to be at a loss for words, which was goddamn unheard of.
“Come on, help a guy out,” Jack said mockingly. “I don’t like going into situations blind. It’s the soldier in me, you know?”
She finally voiced a reply. “Yes, I think dirty talk is fine.”
“You sure?”
Her head jerked in a nod.
“So there’s no issue when I tell her how sweet her pussy tastes?”
Another abrupt nod, accompanied by another intake of breath.
“What about if I say I want to shove my tongue in her cunt and fuck it until she screams?”
A tortured sound left Pepper’s lips and drove a spike of desire right through his cock. Christ, she looked as if she were in the middle of a very naughty dream. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, her breathing erratic.
Satisfaction swiftly surged through him. He hadn’t imagined it, then. She was feeling the same lust he was. The same lust he’d denied for years.
Now that it had been unleashed, he knew there was no going back.
“Yes, Jack,” she damn near moaned. “She’ll probably love it.”
“Good.” He licked his lips again. “That’s all I wanted to know.”
The sudden chime of a phone cut through the haze of sexual excitement suspended in the air. It was his cell, and he only slipped the phone out of his pocket in case it was an SOS about the Petersen job. But the incoming text message hadn’t come from Dean, and when Pepper murmured “Who is it?”, Jack replied without thinking.
“Just Charlene. She wants—”
He didn’t get to finish that sentence, because Pepper set free a string of curses that made him gape.
“You are unbelievable,” she blurted out. “Oh my God, I don’t believe you! You’re standing around talking about all the dirty things you want to do to m—my best friend, but you’re still seeing your bimbo on the side? Do you honestly think that…Kendra…would be cool with you screwing around with another woman at the same time you’re seeing her? Because she won’t. And you’re a total jackass for thinking it’s okay to do that.”
With that, Pepper squared her shoulders, shot him a death glare, and stalked from the gazebo.
Goddamn it.
Jack stared at her retreating back, feeling like breaking his phone into a million pieces. If Pepper had let him finish, she’d know that Charlene had been texting about her parents’ engagement party and nothing more. The woman had easily accepted it when he’d told her they wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore, a fact he could have made clear to Pepper if she hadn’t stormed off as per usual.
Wonderful. All the groundwork he’d just laid had been crushed into dust.
Back to fuckin’ square one.
Dean