Jackie Kennedy Nude Novels & Stories

Kennedy says, and she nods. I think I’m beyond surprises at this point, but I’m not. The way he closes the distance between them and unzips her coat is nothing short of ferocious. She gasps as he tugs down her nice clean cami and her bra with it, offering up her pretty tits without hesitation. “I want you out here,” she says. “I want you both out here. It’s where I belong.” Kennedy takes her jeans down to her knees. He drops her onto the mud and guides her onto all fours like a man possessed.

Feeling like I should come to my mates defense I quickly spoke out, “That’s not true. Six has been wonderful towards me. He saved my life on multiple occasions, he gave me a name, and he even lets me sleep next to him.” I knew instantly that I shouldn’t have said the last one because of the look Jackie was now giving me. “He lets you sleep next to him….are you wearing clothes?” “Yes.” She cocked her eyebrow. “Does he?” My face was burning at that one. “Of course he does.” She kept her gaze on me for another moment before shrugging her shoulders. “I was just wondering because normally he sleeps nude.” I could feel my jaw drop. “What?” I practically screamed. “How would you know?”

She was heading across her bedroom, a large blue towel wrapped around her naked body and another around her hair, to her dresser to throw on her pajamas when there came a soft knock at her door. Smiling to herself, it had to be Jackie as Johnny was out on a date and probably would not be home until late, if at all. Scurrying over to the door, she opened it just wide enough, on purpose maybe, for him to see she wasn't dressed. It was Jackie alright, standing there in a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, shuffling his feet nervously. Spying the one blue towel wrapped around his mom's naked body, and a second one around her hair, Jackie took a step back.

The gossiping quietens down even though everyone already knows what the announcements will be. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate and commemorate the life of my and my fated mate’s, Queen Kennedy, son, Prince Maverick. To my unmeasurable sadness we have not been able to retrieve his body yet. We suspect the rogues to have mutilated and hidden his body so that we can not hold a pyre and return his soul to the Moon Goddess,” King Truett’ voice trembles as he visibly fights back tears.

Jacqueline’s POV The room fell quiet, first like a pause, then a vacuum. It was Derek. In bed. Naked. With someone else. His head was thrown back, his mouth parted in pleasure. A woman’s red-painted nails gripped his chest, and his hands cupped the curve of her hips. Every inch of my body froze. The air thickened. “Jacqueline…?” someone whispered. My hands trembled as I looked at the second photo behind the first. Another angle. Another woman.

Colton says. Women are so weird. I have no idea how they work or even where to begin to understand them. Guess I’ll just have to ask Mom later. We continue to workout until 5 minutes before the bell when we hit the showers. I hear a high pitched giggle as I turn on the water before turning around to see Jacqueline fully nude. “Alpha why don’t I help you take the edge off this morning?” She turns around and bends over, showing me everything that I don’t remember.

"And even if he wasn't, I wouldn't do that to you." The relief that flooded through her was appalling. In defense, she jerked her shoulders in a shrug. "It's no big deal if you did. We were a long time ago. Just kids." Kids who'd done naked things, but kids nonetheless. Pru grabbed on to her other arm in a half embrace. "No. Never." Kennedy fought the urge to shrug off the touch and the expression of gentle understanding. "Just thought I should check so I didn't stick my foot in it. Let's go home."

And there and then, he wished he hadn't. He quickly snapped his head to the side, almost drawing the attention of the woman now peering at the president's frozen face. Nikolai was struck as he stared at the phone, his hands unmoving. "Jesus Christ," Nico muttered, utterly oblivious to the woman who sat opposite him. "she's out of her damn mind." Noah agreed now; The president wasn't bluffing. Elena was out of her mind, for she had just sent the president her nude photo, lying on the bed only on a red garter.