Born To Be Wild

But Jack seemed to have enjoyed the day. He was treated royally on the set of Born to Be Wild, since he was guarding the Golden Goose and the studio didn’t have to pay for it. He rarely left her side, eyes always on alert, watching her and those around her hour after hour, absorbing the bustling activity, the turnarounds sometimes frenetic enough to stress out a doped-up elephant. He thought the acting was decent, and sometimes very good, and he especially enjoyed watching Mary Lisa, particularly when Sunday Cavendish put her outstanding cleavage on display.

Mary Lisa was happy as a clam when she was finally able to put her Mustang in park, turn off the ignition, and forget all about it. They were home, tucked away in the Colony, together and alone. What she had in mind at that moment was to haul Jack into her house, lock the door, take him down to the floor, and kiss every gorgeous inch of him. And so she said, “Listen up, Chief. You’re mine as soon as I can get your splendid self on the other side of that door.”

He immediately launched himself out of the Mustang and stood against her front door, his arms crossed over his chest, his foot tapping, those aviator glasses of his hiding his eyes, his windblown dark hair falling over his forehead, the whole package making him look like a Top Gun.

Mary Lisa, eyes on him, lust heating up her i

Murphy’s Law had followed her home.

Alice’s shoes were for her grandmother’s wedding, she told Mary Lisa, and her mom had paid sixty-nine dollars for them and told her she needed to stop growing. She never once stopped talking, showed her shoes to Mary Lisa from every angle, until she saw another neighbor two doors down drive into her driveway, and skipped off to nab a new audience.

Jack was sitting on her front porch by this time, his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed, gri

“Great shoes,” he said, waving toward Alice.

“Oh yeah. Everyone who’s home in the Colony is in for a treat. Her mom will hunt her down in about a half hour.”

“Her grandmother’s wedding?”

“Yeah, Millicent’s an actress, popular everywhere she goes, and the guy she’s marrying is an accountant for one of the studios, real sharp, just graduated from Harvard. Come on in and I’ll get us something to drink.”

“Sounds nice.” He followed her into her house, habitually checking for anything out of place, listening for any noise that shouldn’t be there. “I talked to Da

“I know.”

“There are always so many other things happening, things that pull him this way and that. Not that he’ll stop trying to find out who’s doing this-you’re Lou Lou’s friend, after all, and trust me, she’s got lots of pull with Da

Mary Lisa touched her can of soda to his. “I know Detective Vasquez wouldn’t let them forget about me. And unlike you, Chief, he doesn’t keep threatening to throw my ass in jail to keep me safe. In fact, he’s never even mentioned my ass and jail in the same breath.”

He spewed soda all over himself he laughed so hard, and coughed a couple of times. She pounded his back. He set his can on the counter next to hers and hauled her against him. He buried his face in her hair. “Don’t you understand I talk like that because I want you safe? I don’t want anything to happen to you. It would kill me if something happened to you, don’t you get that?”

“Yes,” she said, “I get that.” She kissed him, ran her hands up and down his back. She loved the feel of him, the long sleek length of him. She whispered in his mouth, “No one’s supposed to come by for at least an hour. Hey, sailor, you want to come check out the battle charts I keep over my bunk? Play some war games?”

Jack looked down at her mouth, only a touch of peachy lipstick left on her lips. “Battle stations, as in battleships and subs and periscopes?”

She nearly ran to her bedroom, Jack right behind her. The room was cool because she always kept the air-conditioning on. She looked at her watch. “Yep, we’ve got at least an hour.”

He laughed as she pushed him backward onto her bed. She fell down over him, pulling up at his light sweater until she got it over his head, and threw it on a chair, then leaned back on her heels, astride him. “Oh my. My own private treat.”

She splayed her palms on his chest, moved them lower to his belly. She looked utterly absorbed. Jack found himself both horny and amused, and gri

She hummed deep in her throat as she carefully unzipped his jeans. “Don’t distract me. I’m busy here, okay?”

She was still dressed when she got his clothes off him and settled astride him again. She leaned forward and cupped his face between her palms. “I wanted you the moment I saw you, Jack, but you didn’t like me. And then I saw you at Monica’s party, and there you were looking all tough and gorgeous in that tux and I think you even smiled at me. I was a goner, I just didn’t realize it yet.”

“That’s okay. Some of us are a little slow.” He chuckled, jerked her down to his chest, and kissed her.

When she was naked and panting, and she couldn’t think of another thing to say, he whispered against her cheek, “Do you have any clue how good you feel to me?”

She moved over him, felt him shudder, heard him suck in his breath, and knew that when he came inside her she would go over the edge with him. “You were worth the wait,” she said. She arched up, and he came into her, slowly, touching his fingers to her as he moved deeper and deeper, and she wondered if her brain would explode along with her body. Then he touched her womb as his warm fingers moved over her, and she screamed.

He flipped her onto her back, and whispered into her mouth, “I love you, Mary Lisa.”

To her surprise, she said against his neck with absolutely no hesitation at all, “I love you, too, Jack. I love you more.” He started moving again, and she said, “Oh yes, I want more of that too.”

When he was lying sated and stupid, nearly asleep on top of her, he kissed her again, then his mouth slid off her face, and he nestled his head beside hers on the pillow.