Jack And Jill: Dawn Of Forever Part 26

Luke narrowed his eyes at his parents who were completely enthralled in Jessica's story.

"She's twenty-five and decided to go back to law school and she's paying for her new b.o.o.bies and school by stripping at private parties." Jessica shrugged. "I guess she's really good and a lot of rich guys pay a s.h.i.tload of money to hire her. Anyway, back to my original point. I told her about Luke and I getting married, and she offered to do his bachelor party for half-price."

Everyone's attention shifted to Luke.

"Don't look at me like that. All of you, stop giving me that look. Tina competed with us, a teammate of sorts. I'm not going to watch her strip for me."

"Gabe said he'd be willing to check out her new agear' and Kelly is fine with it. She's a nice girl, Luke."

Luke shook his head. Why did not wanting a stripper for his bachelor party make him into some bad guy in, of all people, his fiancee's eyes? Only Jessica ...

"It doesn't matter now. We're going to a sports bar, having a few beers, and watching a game or two. Even Jude was opposed to the stripper."

"Excuse me?" Jessica's look of shock returned.

"It's true. He said real men don't have to pay to see women naked."

"He misspoke. What he meant was real men don't have to pay for s.e.x. Stripping is different. Women don't strip for him then put their clothes back on and leave. They get paid using the barter system. We're no different. If I strip for you, I expect something in return. Does that make you anot a real man?' No, of course not."

Luke didn't know who to address first: his parents enjoying the back and forth like a good tennis match or Jessica implying that she strips for him to get paid using the barter system. Why did his dad have to mention t.i.tty bars and private dancers?

"I will discuss our barter system with you later, in private," Luke said before turning his attention to his dad. "And this is all a moot point because Gabe will be here soon to pick us up. There will be a limo, plenty of alcohol, but no naked women."

Tom saluted Luke. "Yes, sir."

Felicity rested her hand on Jessica's leg as they both laughed. Separately they were manageable, but his parents and Jessica in the same room always ended with Luke being embarra.s.sed or on the verge of being committed.

"The bachelorette party tonight has a male stripper, right?" his mom asked.

"Absolutely," Jessica grinned at Luke. "Hope you brought lots of cash, Thelma."

Luke survived his bachelor party. Even with the surprise stripper that arrived in the private room Gabe rented at their final bar destination of the night. Thankfully it wasn't t.i.tty Tina, just a random girl he would hopefully never see again. She gave both he and Tom lap dances, and like the good Jones men they were, they kept their hands to themselves.

"Goodnight, son." Tom pulled him in for an awkward drunk hug before staggering to the guest room.

"Night." Luke weaved his way down the hall.

He eased his bedroom door open. His mom and Lake slept on his bed, with Jones.

"Paging Dr. Jones."

Luke whipped around. Jessica stood behind him in argyle p.o.r.n attire.

"A little birdie tweeted me that the surprise stripper he hired just wasn't doing it for you. I bet she went the Victoria's Secret route, didn't she?"

Without taking his eyes off her, he eased the door shut before his mom or sister woke up. He wasn't aware there was such a thing as argyle nipple pasties, but they coordinated with her pink and white argyle neck tie and matching cotton panties. His beer brain tried to make sense of the women and dog in his bed and the woman before him.

"I've ... I've had a lot to drink."

She adjusted her tie. He was drunk, but not too drunk to notice she did a terrible job of tying it.

"Me too, Doc. But I don't have to get anything up." She popped the P. "Are you too drunk to ... you know?" Her index finger stood erect.

He stared at it for a moment, waiting for it to look like one instead of a blurred two. "You tell me, Ms. Day." Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to his jeans.

She squeezed his erection that didn't seem to be impaired from the alcohol. A smile formed on her lips, painted in deep red.

"Time to barter." Jessica turned with a bit of a wobble and headed down the hall. She glanced back over her shoulder with a come-hither look just as he read the back of her panties.

Jonesing for Lukey "Where are you going?"

"Your office."

"Why?" He followed her, not really caring why.

"Because it's the farthest point from our houseguests."

She stopped in front of his desk and turned around. "Shut the door, Dr. Jones."

He wasn't into her daddy kink, and maybe it was the alcohol, but Luke liked the s.e.xy way Dr. Jones rolled off her tongue.

"Now, strip for me."

"What?" He squinted.

"Strip. For. Me."

He fumbled with the b.u.t.tons of his shirt. Unfastening his jeans was a bit more complicated than usual as well.

Jessica whistled. "That's a seriously impressive erection, Dr. Jones. That's the only head I want you thinking with tonight." She glanced at the wall clock. "Or this morning."

Luke could do that. His other brain wasn't working anyway.

"Now. I think in less than forty-eight hours we're going to spend eternity making love. So tonight I want Dr. Jones to f.u.c.k me. Can you do that?"

Luke looked down for confirmation. Yes, he was still in the game. He nodded.

"Good. I have a few rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes. I come first and you can't use your hands."

"You always come first."

She c.o.c.ked her head to the side.

"b.l.o.w.j.o.bs don't count."

"Fair enough." She leaned against the desk, drumming her fingers on each side. "I'm waiting, Dr. Jones."

He smirked, taking the few short steps to her.

She tsked as he curled his fingers into the waist of her panties. "No hands."

"Then take your panties off." He bent down to kiss her.

She bit his lip, stopping his motion. "You take them off."

"I can't use my hands."

She tsked again. "What do you have, like ... ten years of college on your resume? Yet you can't figure out how to remove my panties without using your hands?"

He bit her lip in return, even harder than she bit his as evidenced by her quick intake of breath. The one thing she liked more than being in control was Luke having it, but she didn't like to give it away. She wanted him to take it. That much he knew for sure.

He planted his hands on the desk next to hers and kissed his way down her body. Using only his teeth, he peeled off her panties.

"Spread your legs."

He kneeled before her, keeping his hands on the desk.

A breath away from burying his face between her legs, he looked up. Her hands threaded in his hair, her breaths coming one right after the other.

"No hands."

Her eyes widened a fraction, a silent confirmation that he was taking all the control. She released his hair.

"Now I know why you brought me to my office."

"Why?" she panted.

He loved watching her fall apart from needing his touch.

"Because ..." He smashed his mouth against her, letting his tongue and teeth tease her most sensitive parts.

"Jones!" She shattered his eardrums and left fingernail indentations into the edge of his desk-and within thirty seconds she came first and hard. No hands required.

"Ahem."

Luke shifted beneath Jessica. She didn't want him to move. Sleeping on naked Luke beat any sunrise or hot cup of coffee.

"Ahem." The distant voice got louder. "Sorry to wake you."

"Mom!" Luke began to shift again then stopped.

He must have deemed it better for his mom to see Jessica's naked body than his.

"Sorry, honey. Just wondered if you have any non-dairy creamer?"

"Second shelf in the pantry, toward the back. Now ... go."

Jessica couldn't help but giggle.

"Stop laughing. Stop moving. My back is killing me."

"Sorry, baby. Too old to sleep on the floor?"

"Yes and too old for s.e.x on a hardwood desk."

"I offered to be on the bottom." Jessica rolled off him.

He grunted, turning onto his hands and knees before lumbering to standing. Jessica slipped into her panties. "I'll see if our guests need anything else."

"Wait."

Jessica turned.

"You're not dressed."

"Oh ... yeah." The topless woman before him grabbed her pasties from the floor and stuck them to her nipples then slipped the argyle tie around her neck, in that same hideous knot. "There, dressed."

"Not so fast." Her grabbed her arm and yanked her away from the door. "I'm not marrying a nudist." He slipped his b.u.t.ton-down shirt on her and b.u.t.toned every single b.u.t.ton. "Better, now go straight to our room and get dressed."

"My wedding gown is more revealing than this."

"Go." He pulled on his briefs and jeans.

The clan arrived and were seated at the table. His other siblings had stayed at the hotel, which was the reception venue, but they all gathered for Felicity's breakfast just like in Tahoe. Lane and Anne pa.s.sed around their nine-month-old daughter, Gina, while they took turns eating. Lara ate with one hand while resting her other hand on her belly. She was only three months along, but after two miscarriages it seemed like a habit. Her husband, Drake, shared an occasional rea.s.suring smile.

"Where are the youngest Jones kids?" Jessica asked through a yawn.

Everyone turned and smiled as she moseyed into the kitchen before getting dressed.

"Lake is still asleep in your bed with Jones and Liam is still asleep at the hotel," Felicity said while handing Jessica a plate piled high with waffles and fruit.

"Where's Zoe?" Jessica asked as she took a seat next to Tom.

Lara rolled her eyes. "Liam broke up with her ... two days ago."

"Don't worry, I've already found a backup for her spot at the guestbook," Felicity a.s.sured.

Jessica wasn't a bridezilla. It didn't matter to her. It seemed silly that anyone had to stand by a guestbook. It was a filler position to make yet another person feel like part of the wedding.

"Are you wearing a tie under Luke's shirt?" Anne asked.