Jackson [Wolfe Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Kaylee Feagans Page B

The music was wild, and she finally let herself go. She forgot how silly she’d look in front of all these people and cut loose. Jackson kept her close to his front. Caleb was dancing at her back. She was surrounded by testosterone—and she loved it.
    She could feel them rubbing against her, and their erections were huge. She wished they were somewhere else because she longed to feel them naked against her. Four large hands would be holding her body tight. She was panting, but it wasn’t from the music.
    Caleb shouted over the music that he was going for a refill and left them on the dance floor. Just then, the band started a slow song. Before she realized Jackson’s intentions, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer to his hard body. His large, muscular arms wrapped around her as she slowly brought her arms around his neck.
    She dared to look up into his black eyes. He was watching her, his mouth a breath away from hers. She didn’t think but reached up to meet his lips. He met her halfway there, his mouth gently brushing across hers again and again until she opened her mouth. His hand moved up to cup the back of her head as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. The kiss went on and on but finally ended when the band cranked up another rowdy song.
    She stepped back from him. Oh hell, she’d just made out with her boss, and she knew she was going to die of embarrassment. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she lied as she slipped off the dance floor. She circled around to the table, grabbed her stuff, and snuck out of the bar.
    The cold streets were lit, and there were just a few people standing around. Regrettably, she had to walk through a group of rough-looking young men. She wished that they would give anyone under the age of twenty-one a curfew. These kids needed to be at home getting some rest, but instead were harassing women as they walked by.
    And she didn’t get off scot-free either. Oh no, she heard their comments about her fat ass, her “thunder thighs,” and big breasts. She didn’t bother responding to them because getting upset would just give them more power over her. She kept walking with her head held high in the air and her keys placed strategically in her hand.
    She made it to her old little bug car. It had seen better days, but it was good on gas and, for its mileage, was very reliable. Luckily for her, it started immediately. She cranked the music up as loud as possible and pulled out into traffic. She didn’t stop until she was safely in the driveway of the house she stayed at.
    Her apartment was on the upper floor of an old house near the “Big Screw” in Independence. The little old lady she rented from, Dottie, was a trip. The little old lady liked to help all the men that came by the house, and she always managed to feel them all up! She’d handled more male “packages” than the US Postal Service, and she loved every minute of it.
    Ms. Dottie had gone to see her family in Texas for the Thanksgiving holiday. She’d happily told Onalee that she might stay until after Christmas since her younger sister was getting so old and frail, so unlike Dottie.
    Onalee carefully trudged up the snowy steps. She wasn’t looking forward to the holiday tomorrow. When she was at work, she didn’t have to think about how lonely she was. When she was here, in the silence of her small apartment with no one to talk to, she tended to get a little morose.
    I need to get a pet, she thought, maybe a cat. Cats were easy to take care of and didn’t require as much supervision as dogs. Too bad the animal shelter was going to be closed tomorrow, or she would have made it a point to check out the cats they had.
    After a quick shower, she headed to bed. She didn’t bother with a nightgown. She preferred sleeping in the nude. It isn’t like anyone is going to see me anyway, she thought. Her head had barely touched the pillow, and she was out.

Chapter 2
     
    Onalee walked into the auto shop