Grand Parade (Show Time Fever Book 1) Page 15

  “What?” Heath’s eyes widened.

  Jackson laughed. “Got you.”

  Heath folded his arms across his chest. “So, you going to invite her back to the farm?”

  “Why would I do that?” Jackson moved past him towards Bruce to fill up his trough. He didn’t like all these questions. They were making him think of the future, and when that happened, his head began to hurt. He’d much prefer to think of Megan, about seeing her soon, and trying to come up with a way to have some private time away from the show, just them, naked, having sex.

  “Man, surely you’re not in denial?”

  Jackson looked at him blankly.

  Heath sighed. “You’re obviously in love.”

  “It’s only been a few days.”

  “Days, weeks, months, doesn’t matter. Mate, you’re in love, and you better think about inviting that girl back to your farm. Once you have it, you don’t want to lose it.”

  “Where would she stay?” For some reason his mind caught up on the details that he suspected didn’t really matter.

  “In your bedroom surely,” answered Heath.

  Jackson frowned at him. That’s exactly where he wanted her to stay, but at the end of the day they hardly knew each other. God, they could have a fight today and it would be over. And it would just end up as a notch on the bed.

  Heath rolled his eyes. “If you want to stay decent and all that, why not have her stay at Julie’s?”

  Jackson choked at that suggestion. “No.”

  “Well whatever you do, ask her to come over. Tell her you’re interested in a future with her.” He slapped Jackson on the back. “Make sure you do. You’ll regret it if you don’t. You head back tomorrow, so you don’t have much time left.”

  Jackson shook his head trying to process what Heath was telling him. A knot formed in his gut. He knew part of it was right. She’s a city girl through and through. Would she really want to live out in the middle of nowhere? But, then that was a huge step to go from just meeting, sleeping together, then inviting her over to spend time on his farm. No it’s not possible.

  He put the watering can back down behind their stuff in the corner, and turned to make his way to the Members’ stand for breakfast. His stomach churned, and his mind ached as he tried to make sense of what to do. I’ll enjoy the time left with her.

  “I can’t believe the prices here,” mumbled Jackson as he lined up with Megan at the members’ stand dining room.

  “You don’t have to pay for breakfast,” said Megan.

  He stood next to her, holding her hand, like they were an item. But, weren’t they? Not yet. Can we be? They hadn’t spoken about that. Heath had stirred up his thoughts. Jackson knew he should ask her, or at the very least talk with her about where they would like to take this. He didn’t want to ask, be met with a rejection and have this end. He liked what was going on between them. He wanted it to keep going. Forever. This was his second to last day here, and time was running out. Heath had made that perfectly clear to him this morning. Jackson fidgeted as he stood next to her. Just ask her. But, the words tangled in his mind.

  “I want to buy our meal. It’s show prices. Even after all these years, I’m not used to the way they rip us off.” He smiled at her. Then kissed her. She was sweet. Tender. And he wanted to take her away from here right now, so he could take her to bed. But, he kept himself under control, and broke the kiss gently before he got too carried away. Though he already had hardened a little.

  “What would you like?”

  She hesitated.

  “Don’t pick something cheap on my account. Full works?” This was hardly the best date. Besides his parents were sitting over in the corner with their breakfast. He was pretty sure that word had gotten around that he was bringing a date here. They kept looking over at him. Each time he turned a deeper shade of red.

  Then there were Heath, and Julie, plus the guys he was sharing a locker with. He’d been gotten back in good time and had slept on a soggy swag last night when he had finally slunk back into the locker. At least they didn’t lock me out. He turned his back to them all. Maybe I should’ve suggested somewhere in the city after all. Jackson felt his ears going red.

  “I don’t think I could eat that much,” said Megan finally. “Eggs and bacon with toast will do fine.”

  “Okay, then. With coffee of course, but I’ll warn you it’s not as good as over in the Agricultural tent.” He stepped forward and ordered, then slipped his wallet back into his pocket. “Let’s sit on the other side.”

  “Don’t you want to sit near your mum and dad?” asked Megan in a teasing tone.

  “No.” Jackson took her hand and directed her past the round clothed tables that were set out in the large dinning space. “Nor Julie, or Heath. Or anyone else I might know.”

  He stopped at a free table at the other side of the room. “Just you.” He looked into her eyes. Megan seemed to envelop him with her gaze, and set him on fire just by looking at him, sending a blast of lust through his body. With a wave of courage sweeping over him, he kissed her once more on the lips, his reward.

  He ignored the wolf whistle or two behind him. “Here, okay?” He pointed to a chair so that if she sat there she would have her back to his parents and friends.

  Megan grinned. “Sure.” She sat down. “You have quite the fan club.”

  “Yeah well, apparently they don’t have anything better to be doing.’” He glared at them over his shoulder. They smiled at him, and Heath made a kissing gesture with his lips.

  “Bastards.” He sat down next to Megan. I so should’ve thought of a different place for breakfast than at the showgrounds. What made it worse was the discussion with Heath. Now, Jackson’s thoughts were messed up and while he hoped there was a future with her, his balls felt tight with anticipation of wanting to plunge into her.

  “Looks like they are certainly enjoying the show,” said Megan with a wink.

  “Let’s give ‘em something to talk about then.” His courage spiked and he slid his hand over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and then planted his lips on hers. Hard. Hot. With a force that clearly displayed the intentions he had for her.

  Focusing on Megan, he flicked his tongue over the tip of hers, savoring the softness, wanting more, his tongue pushing in a little further with each movement of his lips. Jackson only broke away when he needed to inhale. He took a deep breath, ready to go back for more, but the waitress interrupted.

  “Bacon and eggs, and one with the lot.”

  “Here,” said Jackson, and by some miracle the waitress put the plates down in the right order in front of them. The smell of bacon and eggs, with tomato and mushrooms sent a rumble through his stomach. “Thanks.” The waitress was gone before he’d finished speaking.

  “I’ll get some coffee.” Megan got up quickly and went off, leaving Jackson to watch her. He noticed that she was flushed red. I went too far. He knew he did from the tightness in his trousers.

  He played with his fork and knife waiting for her to return. He rarely kissed like that in public, especially so when his parents were around. What was I thinking? He berated himself. I shouldn’t have kissed her like that. It was a kiss that held the promise of sex, which he planned to deliver. She was going to have to wait until later in the day because he was busy. Or not. Wicked thoughts filled his mind about leaving the show and finding some alone time with Megan. Just one more time. But, he knew that one more time wouldn’t be enough. He wanted more. The every-day sort of more with Megan.

  Megan returned with two coffees. “I hope you like them strong.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so strong would be good.” He enjoyed watching Megan turn red.

  “Cheeky.” She set the coffees down and sat down. “I’m hungry.”

  “Been working out?”

  Megan laughed. “Not nearly as much as I would like.”

  “I know how to fix that.” He raised his eyebrow.
r />   “Do you now?”

  “Yes. I’ve got lots of work on the farm.” There he had done it. He’d asked her.

  “I bet you do.” Megan started eating.

  A knot formed in Jackson’s stomach. She didn’t get what he was saying. Instead of speaking, he tackled his scrambled eggs. I can’t move this quick. It will put her off.

  “Was that an invitation?” asked Megan her fork loaded with scrambled eggs paused above her plate.

  Jackson couldn’t manage to answer. It was as if his eggs caught on the inside on his throat. He nodded his head. “Yeah,” he finally breathed out. “As long as you think it’s not too forward.’”

  She didn’t answer. Instead, she put the fork in her mouth.

  Jackson watched her closely. Her face looked a little paler. “I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

  “It’s all okay.” She looked at him. Stunned. He could read her expression clearly.

  I shouldn’t have asked her. Jackson buried himself in his eggs, not wanting to feel any more of the rejection that she was putting out even in her silence.

  “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

  “Well, I didn’t mean … I mean you don’t have to. It was only a suggestion.” He backtracked quickly, unable to look at her.

  “You know I’ll think about it. When do you go home?”

  “Tomorrow night.”

  “That soon?” Her face creased with disappointment.

  Jackson nodded his head. “I have to get back to the work on the farm.”

  “Of course.” She played with the eggs on her plate, moving then around as if herding them into a group. “That’s why you asked.”

  “I don’t know about long distance, but I want to keep seeing you, get to know you more. I know it’s only been a few days.” He shocked himself with the words that came from his mouth. I sound desperate. Jackson figured he sort of was. Desperate to keep seeing Megan.

  “I … I … let me think about it.”

  Jackson glanced up at Megan. The sight of her, hair long around her shoulders, styled in loose curls, her floral shirt, buttoned low, sent other thoughts through him, ones that didn’t want to wait, much less have her go off and think about it. It could mean that she wouldn’t come back.

  “I don’t say this lightly, you know, I do mean I want to keep seeing you,” added Jackson in a rush to try and convince her he was being genuine.

  “Excuse me,” said a man clearing his throat.

  Jackson looked up to see his dad standing nearby. Great. He figured his mum had filled him in on everything, probably Heath and Julie too.

  “Don’t forget the meeting this morning, Jackson. All the meat breeders are going to be there.”

  “I won’t.”

  “It starts in forty minutes.”

  Jackson nearly choked on his mouthful of eggs. That soon. He hadn’t asked Megan anything about what she was hoping was between them, other than more hot sex, and that was something he wasn’t about to ask while his dad was there. His dad didn’t move.

  “I’ll make sure he gets there on time, Mr. Sunny.” Megan held out her hand. “I’m Megan.”

  “Mike.” He took her hand. “Pleasure to meet you. It will be good if you can get him there on time.”

  Jackson resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. This can’t be happening.

  “He needs a strong hand like yours to keep him in line.” Mike grinned.

  Is everyone against me? Aloud, Jackson groaned as if in pain. “Dad.”

  Megan laughed. “I’ll remember that.”

  “Hope to see you again, Megan.” Then he turned to Jackson. “You have to be at the breeders meeting.”

  “I know.” Jackson glared at his dad as he left.

  “Gee, you are busy at the show.” Megan took a sip of her coffee. “We should go soon. I don’t want you to be late.”

  “Not you too.” Jackson finished off his eggs. He lowered his voice. “We could go off and you know.” He raised his eyebrow. Megan flushed red, so she knew exactly what he was suggesting.

  “You have commitments, and so do I,” answered Megan.

  Jackson huffed his shoulders over, the rejection sinking in.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she added quietly.

  “No?” Jackson didn’t want to get his hopes up. It was different with Megan. He couldn’t keep her out of his mind, or her hands off of her.

  “Course not.” She pursed her lips together thinking. “We can meet up later. I insist on it.”

  “Good. Because I’m planning on seeing a lot more of you.”

  Megan responded with a kiss. “Come on. You’ll be late, and I don’t want to ruin my good impression with your parents.”

  Jackson decided that the kiss meant her thinking about the future, about coming down to the farm was a good thing. “You better make sure I get there then, because all I want to do is spend the morning with you.”

  Megan laughed. “Let’s go then. Lead the way to where this all important meeting is.”

  “First things first.” He cupped his hand under her jawline and kissed her. A long, luscious dizzying kind of kiss, one that pumped lustful heat into her, and moved around sparking her desires. He could tell the kiss was working its deviant magic on her when she leaned forward, pushing back into his lips, crushing them pleasantly, and then slipping her tongue over his. He stifled a moan. His own body was responded quickly.

  Jackson stood up, held out his hand. He smiled when Megan put hers in his. Her skin was hot. Soft. And he wanted those hands to be moving over his body.

  “This way.” He ran his thumb over her hand as they walked out of the dining area, away from his family and friends and into the thickening crowds that oddly gave them privacy. He wanted to give Megan something to think about, to convince her that it would be fun to come up to the farm and spend some time together.

  “Is this really the way?” asked Megan her voice suspicious.

  Jackson grinned at her. “Busted.” He turned and scooped her up in his arms, lifting her off the ground and kissed her. “I just wanted to convince you to come to the farm.”

  “And how were you going to do that?”

  Jackson deliberately raised his eyebrow. “By the best way possible.”

  “But, you don’t have time.”

  “Trust me. I have plenty of time.” He kissed her, putting her feet down on the ground, slipping his hands around her waist, wanting more of her. He could feel himself getting hotter and hardening. The urgency was sharp between them.

  She relaxed in his embrace, giving her own sensual heat in the kisses. Her hands moved down over his arse. She squeezed his cheeks tight through the material. He made a soft sound of pleasure. He stiffened, feeling the pressure in his trousers, pulsing with the urgency of wanting to be free, of needing to be in her thick moisture, clamped tight inside her.

  There wasn’t much time, which was the whole purpose. He didn’t care. But, then there was something about the explosive satisfaction of a quickie.

  Before he started peeling off her clothes in public, he pulled away. “Up for a quickie?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Chapter 16

  Megan couldn’t believe what she was doing. Being with Jackson had turned her into a horny devil. She hurried behind him to his locker. He quickly unlocked the door. She didn’t look around her. It was obvious what they were going to do, and she didn’t want to catch anyone’s eye.

  He ushered her inside, turning to lock the door. Megan felt an urge of naughtiness claim her. She pushed her body against his, and slipped her hand down the front of his jeans. He was hard. Hot. And felt divine.

  “Hang on a bit.” He fumbled with the lock.

  “This is a quickie, remember?” She unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them over his hips along with his jocks. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and moved forward to his tip, then back, increasing her pressure and speed. Each stroke rewarded her with
increased thickness, and hotness.

  The lock clicked. He turned around taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. His tongue pushed into her mouth and circled hers. A movement she wished him to repeat lower in her body. She ground her hips forward, meeting him, feeling his tip pressing up against her. She reached down and tugged at her jeans. Jackson’s hands moved up to cup her breasts, making it hard for her.

  “What’s this? Payback?” Megan struggled to concentrate despite his squeezing her breasts.

  Jackson laughed. “Of course. You made it hard for me to close the door. I was beginning to think you wanted to do it in public.”

  “Ha.” Megan finally pushed her jeans over her hips and managed to wriggle them off her legs and over her shoes.

  His fingers found her nipples and he pinched them both at the same time.

  Megan breathed in sharply, arching forward against the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. “Hmmm. Do that again.”

  “No way, this is a quickie, remember?” He paused and took out a condom packet. “We’ve both got places to be.”

  “You sure? I don’t remember.” Megan found her mind had lost all thought of logical reasoning and she didn’t care about her job or anything else. Just Jackson.

  Jackson rolled on the condom. “Ready?”

  “You better check.” She moved her legs apart to give him easy access, her juices flowing with anticipation of him entering her again, and the pleasure that would follow.

  His fingers danced over her mound, then slid down, pushing apart her folds. “Yeah you’re ready.” But, he didn’t take away his hand.

  Megan’s breath increased. She leaned back against the wooden wall, no longer caring who might hear. She wanted Jackson inside of her. And soon. She gripped the back of his neck for support.

  He moved his fingers with purpose, then clamped his mouth on her breast, sucking through the material, he found her erect nipple easily. Taken unaware, she gasped. Her muscles clenched. Sweet noises escaped from her as he brought her quickly to an orgasm. She rocked in time with his hand, increasing her pleasure, and then she tipped over the edge with a long moan as he muscles contracted erratically. She pressed her head forward onto his shoulder.