Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"

Автор книги: Meghan Quinn

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“You have got to be kidding me. You can’t keep me here like a prisoner.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“By secluding me from the world? You can’t do that, I’ll end up hating you.”

His face contorted from my statement, as if I slapped him.

“You don’t mean that.”

Blowing out a heavy breath, I grabbed his hands and said, “Jett, you out of anyone should know that I’m a free spirit, that I need my space, my time with my parents in the cemetery. You can’t keep me in here. It’s not fair.”

Jett rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling. I could see that he was trying to figure out what to do from the crease in his brow. I took that moment to scan his body. His shirt was parted just enough to show off his bare chest and stomach and his belt was undone, making my mind start to create an image of what was below the fabric of his pants.

“God damn it,” he muttered as his hands ran up his face. I watched as his chest muscles flexed with each movement, enticing me.

Wanting to relax, I went to lie down when he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. Reluctantly, I pressed the palm of my hand against his heart, making him intake a sharp breath. His other hand, curled around mine that was pressing against his chest and his lips found the top of my head.

“Please tell me you forgive me, please, little one.”

The way his voice cracked made my heart leap in my chest. How could I deny him my forgiveness when he was clearly so torn up about what happened? I couldn’t.

“I forgive you, Jett.”

Squeezing me tighter, he pressed another kiss against my lips and then looked down at my dress.

“Can you please take that off, I really need to feel your skin against mine.”

I lifted up and turned my back to him so he could undo the zipper. He understood my cue and undid the back. Within seconds, I was lying down next to him in only my thong and bra. He saddled me up to his side and ran his hand that was wrapped around me, under my thong and gripped my ass. Not in a sexual way but more in a way that he didn’t want me floating away. His other hand entwined with mine and he brought the joining to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss.

My exposed skin pressed against his, where his shirt fell open and we just lay like that as I drifted in and out of consciousness, relishing in the feel of Jett against me.

In the midst of falling in and out of sleep, I heard Jett mutter to himself, “I will find a way, Goldie, no matter what, I’ll protect you.”

I curled in closer, wrapping my leg over his and gripped him, afraid he would leave in the middle of the night, but he never did. We spent the entire night holding on to each other and borrowing strength from one another as he fought our demons through the night.

Chapter Twenty

“Delirious”

Jett

“Seriously, dude, you need to work on your knee blows. You barely touched me,” Kace said as he played with the water bottle he was holding.

“Bullshit, you buckled over and started crying.”

“Fuck you, I didn’t cry. You wish I did. You were the one on the verge of tears. I saw the glisten in your eyes.”

“Glisten? You’re such a girl. Now put your damn hands up, I don’t have all day.”

“Testy today. I thought you made up with Goldie,” Kace said as he put on boxing pads and held up his hands. It was our daily workout, one that was always at odd times because of my schedule but I made sure to meet up with him every day when I could because if the girls were working out, I needed to as well. Plus, it was nice to spend time with Kace, even though most of the time we got on each other’s nerves.

“I did.” We started dancing around the room as I punched Kace’s padded hands, throwing upper cuts, hooks and kicks. “I’m just on edge, all right?”

“Have you heard from him?” Kace asked as he continued to move.

“Not yet, but I expect to shortly. It’s not like him to wait so long to make contact. I don’t think I threw him off too much.”

“Right hook,” Kace said, instructing me as to what he wanted. “You probably didn’t. You haven’t been able to throw anyone off since Lo’s gotten here. It’s been all over your face how much you care about her.”

Plastering a sequence of three right hooks in a row, I finished up and then took off my gloves, shucking them to the side.

“I know, fuck. What was I thinking?”

“You couldn’t have kept her and hidden her at the same time. You know that. You had to take her out, you had no choice.”

He was right, there was no way I was going to be able to get away with being Goldie’s and then not take her with me when I had to attend such mind-numbing events.

“I know.”

Squatting down and then lying on my back, Kace kneeled next to me and started counting off as I warmed up with some crunches before I got into the heavy stuff.

“So if he does contact you, what are you going to do?”

“I have no clue,” I huffed out as I continued to do sit-ups.

“She cares a lot about you,” Kace stated as he handed me a ten pound medicine ball then stood in front of me. “Whatever you do, you have to talk to her about it because being the evasive ass you are is not going to fly with her. You can’t get away with that now.”

“Like I don’t fucking know that. I swear to God you just like to stand there and point out the obvious.”

“Isn’t that what friends are for?”

“Obviously,” I grunted, now tossing the ball at Kace from over my head when I sat up. As I went back down, he tossed the ball back at me.

“Your dad is such a dickhead. He clearly knows that he’s not going to get what he wants so now he’s using all the options he has.”

“Once again, thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Fuck off.” Kace chuckled.

Whenever we were working out, Kace was always in his element, he was relaxed and fun. It was when he had time to himself that he started to brood and think about all his past transgressions, the demons that constantly floated above his head.

Once I hit my mark, I sat up and held on to my knees while Kace handed me a bottle of water.

“Push-ups.”

“You just love bossing me around, don’t you? I bet your old and tired ass couldn’t do push-ups anymore.”

I knew that was far from the truth but I loved pushing his buttons.

“Get fucking real.” Kace tore his shirt off and stretched his arms. Copying the cheesedick, I did the same.

Like clockwork, Kace got into position and nodded to me to do the same. Sucker.

Side by side, we did push-ups, with our shirts off, trying to up the other as we huffed out. Upping the ante, Kace went to one-handed push-ups so I did the same, cringing from how sore I was from the entire workout before the apparent push-up contest. We both switched arms and tried not to laugh at each other. Kace would try to kick my leg when he got the chance and I would do the same but we didn’t give up.

It wasn’t until we both saw a pair of high heels standing in front of us that we stilled and looked up.

I could pick those legs out from anywhere. Standing in front of us was Goldie, in her Jett Girl attire and mask. She was sporting a giant smile as she tapped her foot and waited for us to finish.

We stood together and brushed off our hands as we tried to play off what we were doing wasn’t a pissing match.

“Oh, please, don’t let me interrupt you two,” she said as she perused my body with those blazing blue eyes of hers through her mask. It boosted my confidence to know that her eyes were only closed in on my body, especially since Kace was standing next to me with his shirt off as well.

Clearing my throat, I said, “May we help you, Lo?”

Her nose twisted from me using her Jett Girl name. It was weird to me too but around everyone else, that was what I called her, no exceptions.

She held out her arm and handed me a letter. “Jeremy had to bolt so he asked me to give this to you.”

Without even having to look down at the note, I knew what it was. Casually, I took it from Goldie and thanked her.

“So, you guys can go back to what you were doing,” she said while she licked her lips, enticing me to bring her up to the Bourbon Room. That’s what she did every damn day of my life.

“Don’t you have some practicing to do?” Kace asked, noticing the letter as well and helping me out because right now, I was seconds away from grabbing Goldie and dragging her upstairs.

“Shock alert, Kace doesn’t want to have any fun,” Goldie said sarcastically as she waved her hands in the air.

Looking over at Kace, I saw the irritation start to bubble. The man had a short fuse. The tension between Kace and Goldie would get bad if I didn’t intervene so I grabbed Goldie’s hand, pulled her in for a sweaty hug and gave her a kiss on the head.

“Get out of here, little one, before he explodes,” I whispered into her ear, making her chuckle.

Before parting, she looked up at me and said, “God, you’re so fucking hot.” She kissed me and then took off. I watched her little body walk away from me and was apparently caught up in her man-eating swagger because Kace smacked the side of my head to get my attention.

“Fuck,” I said as I held my head and turned to him. “What the hell?”

“Focus, dickweed, what is in the letter?”

If he wasn’t such a brother to me, I would be kicking his ass out of here but that would never happen, even though he was an ass, he was the only true family I still had.

Opening up the letter, I shut the door to the workout room, took a deep breath and read the letter out loud.

Jett, 

It was an honor to see you the other night. It’s always a prideful moment for a father to see their son succeed in life and find someone who can make them a better man. 

You can deny it all you want but I know how that girl makes you feel, there is no question about it that she means everything to you, despite what you tried to portray. It’s all in your eyes, son. 

So, you have two choices, you can either back away from Lot 17 and let me have it, or I can take Goldie for myself. It’s only a matter of time until I take her away from you, it just depends on when it is. 

Your choice, son, I hope you choose wisely because I would hate to see that pretty little girl in the hands of my associates, or better yet, in the hands of Rex Titan. 

Your Father

“Motherfucker,” Kace mumbled as his hand drove through his hair.

“Fuck…”

“What are you going to do?” Kace asked, grabbing us both a water.

“The only thing I can do. She needs to leave.”

Chapter Twenty One

“I Will Be”

Lo

“Are you kidding me? This does not fit me, Tootse. There is no way Jett will let me wear this outside of this dressing room,” I said as I stood backstage while Tootse did a fitting for an outfit that I was supposed to wear in two nights.

It’s been a week since the “incident.” It almost seemed like every couple of days there was an incident between Jett and me but ever since the big one, there haven’t been any. He’s been more withdrawn and he’s been doing a lot of talking on his phone but in a secretive way. I didn’t like it. I felt like he was planning something and was waiting to break the news to me.

“Yeah, this fabric isn’t as stretchy as I thought it was going to be,” Tootse mumbled as pins stuck out of her mouth. “I think I have to scrap the whole thing.”

“Do you have time for that?” I asked, trying to make sure my nipples weren’t showing.

We had a still life presentation coming up in two nights and we were supposed to resemble trees. We were going to get our bodies painted and Tootse was making dresses that had ivy hanging down them but the fabric underneath wasn’t cooperating over my curves at the current moment, making Tootse’s life difficult.

“I don’t but I can make it work…somehow,” she said while studying the dress.

“Ohhhhh gooooood,” Babs moaned as she flopped herself on the floor, right in front of me. She was wearing standard Jett Girl gear and was holding her stomach. “I ate way too much.”

“A plate of gumbo and two pieces of pecan pie will do that to you,” Pepper said as she walked in, wearing the same gear.

“You know I love pecan pie. Chef was tempting me, that evil bastard.”

“Kace is going to kill you,” Francy said while staring at Tootse’s ass.

“Why?” Babs said while looking up at Francy.

Francy tore her eyes off Tootse to say, “Because, your stomach has grown about five inches in the past hour.”

Babs looked down and poked her stomach and laughed. “Fuck, you’re right. Oh well. I’m on my way out anyways.”

The room grew silent as we thought about Babs’ words. It wouldn’t be the same without her. We were a family and it would be sad to lose Babs, really sad.

“Ah fuck it, where’s the tequila,” Babs shot off as she started feeling around the floor, thinking there was alcohol around her.

“I think there is some back here,” Pepper said as she started poking around behind the curtains.

“Don’t even think about it,” Kace’s voice sounded off as he appeared as if out of nowhere. “Don’t you girls have some studying to do? Pepper, I know you do.”

“Yeah, studying of your body,” Francy mumbled, causing Pepper to smack her leg and give her an evil glare.

Kace must not have heard her because he seemed unaffected. His eyes scanned the room and when they landed on Babs, his brow creased.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Babs lifted her shirt and showed off her stomach. She patted it with pride and said, “About to give birth to two pecan pies and a bowl of gumbo.”

Kace gave her a disgusted look as she slowly pulled herself off the floor, saluted us and went off to do who knew what. I tried not to think about it because I was too grossed out. I loved Babs, I really was going to miss her.

“Wow, stare much, “Francy said to Kace. I looked up and saw him tear his gaze away from me and clear his throat.

“Get upstairs, Francy and Pepper, you two have an exam tonight.”

“Tyrant,” they muttered as two other Jett Girls walked away. Kace was plucking them off one by one.

“Tootse…” Kace said, indicating that it was time for her to leave as well. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Kace was trying to get me alone.

“Yeah,” she called over her shoulder as she continued to pin my dress and study it.

“Don’t you have something you have to do?”

“Yeah, it’s called what I’m doing right now. I highly doubt Jett would want Lo to do a presentation with only body paint on.”

“That’s right, I wouldn’t,” Jett said in his deep southern voice, shocking us all. He never came down to the Toulouse Room so to see him backstage was a little surprising. Looking up at me, he winked and then turned to Kace and Tootse. “No need to continue, Tootse, she won’t be needing the dress.”

“Ooo, I get to be naked,” I said clapping my hands, earning a scowl from Jett.

“No, you’re not going to do the presentation.”

I turned to Kace who turned to Jett who looked at me with determination. What the hell?

“Okay, soooo, does this mean you’re firing me? Because if that’s the case, I demand to do a recount.”

“A recount?” both Jett and Kace asked at the same time.

“Yeah, you know, from the dick committee. Isn’t that where you go to make all your dickhead decisions?” I asked Jett.

Man, I was feeling spicy today. Tootse giggled below me while still pinning my dress, even though apparently I didn’t need it.

“Would you mind leaving us alone?” Jett said to Kace and Tootse but kept his gaze on me.

Kace patted Jett’s back and said, “Good luck, man, she seems to be in a mood.”

“Hey, Kace,” I called out as he started to walk away. He turned so I could barely see his face. “Why don’t you try calling up that redhead again, it seems like your little dicky doo da needs a red-flamin whoo-ha to warm it up a bit.” Like an immature teenage boy, I put my finger at my crotch height and wiggled it around.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he shook his head and walked away.

Laughing, Tootse got up, gathered her things, sent me a wink and left, leaving Jett and me to ourselves.

When I turned to gauge Jett’s mood, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His face was blank of emotion.

“So, catch that football game?” I asked, trying to fill the silence in the room. I hated awkward silences. “Yeah, me either,” I continued. “Interesting fact, did you know the Superdome is one of the biggest enclosed arenas in the world? Yeah, weird, huh? It’s like the ninth wonder of the world, right in our backyard.”

“Eighth,” Jett said as he came closer.

“Eighth?”

“Yes, it would be the eighth wonder of the world, if that was the case.” He inched even closer.

“No, it would be the ninth. The eighth is sitting in your pants right now.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a cheesy smile as I tried to refrain from spouting off a “yuck-yuck” kind of laugh.

His hand found the small of my back and pulled me to him. The smell coming off him was intoxicating as I got lost in his presence, something I found so easily to do.

“Your lips are a little loose today, little one.”

“Yeah, well, when you deny me your dick, I start to go crazy. Please impale me so I no longer lose my mind. Your dick is my only cure,” I said as I held on to the lapels of his jacket.

“You’re never going to get what you want when you ask like that.”

His lips ran the length of my jaw, setting my nerves on fire as my toes curled from his five o’clock shadow brushing against my soft cheek.

“Uhh, what?” I asked, forgetting what I was trying to say.

“I need to talk to you.” His lips found mine and he gently nipped on them before turning to the other side of my jaw to work his magic.

“Um, talking…what. Ooo, yeah. Is that your tongue?”

Jett pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “It seems like someone is going to put up a fight tonight in the Bourbon Room. You’ve been rather talkative.”

Breathing heavily from his attack on my nerves and the way he pulled away so fast, I said, “I thought we were supposed to talk? I’m so confused. Why aren’t you kissing me anymore? More kisses.” I puckered my lips and started kissing the air.

A small smile crossed his face as he gave in and pressed his lips against mine. I could not get enough of this Jett, of the affectionate and passionate one. Don’t get me wrong, I lived to see the dominant, protective Jett but I could not help but crave his gentle touch as well.

Pulling away again, he pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around my body so I was buried into his shoulder. I felt the tension in his back as I held on to him, drawing concern from me.

“What’s wrong?”

Exhaling, he kissed the side of my head and said, “Do you remember Diego from the other night?”

“Yes, is everything okay with him?” I was nervous that whoever the devil man that Jett was talking about the other night might have gotten to Diego. Not that the old man had much of a chance. Diego was grade A man meat with muscles that didn’t end for days. Although, old man could have hired someone but then again, Diego would be the guy I would hire to take someone out so I didn’t see how he could possibly…

“Goldie,” Jett said, interrupting my thoughts. “Please pay attention.”

“Sorry.”

“Like I was saying, you’re going to have to go over there starting tomorrow.”

“Wait, what?” I asked pulling away. I missed a big part of that conversation.

“Are you paying attention now?” he asked, growing frustrated with me.

“Yes.”

“Diego needs some help with his kink club. He needs someone to help him with some paintings around the club and I knew you would be perfect to help him. It does mean that you’re going to have to put your Jett Girl duties on hold and stay there.”

“What?!” I shot off him, exposing a tit because the dress I was wearing had no forgiveness. I covered up quickly and put my hands on my hips. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Goldie, this is not up for negotiation.”

“To hell it isn’t! You can’t tell me what to do. I make my own decisions,” I said defiantly as I held up my chin and turned to sit on a chair. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him. Yup, I looked like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum.

I could feel the agitation flowing off Jett as he walked toward me, trying to stay calm. I had to give him credit for reining in his feelings. I did a good job of pushing him over the edge and right now was no exception.

Placing both hands on my thighs and squatting down to look at me, he said, “I know you do but I need you to do this. I need you to help him out.”

“Just tell me what this is really about. Just say it, you don’t want me here anymore.”

God, I sounded so whiny.

“You know that’s not true so don’t go accusing me of such lies.”

“Then what is this about?”

“It’s about helping someone out for me and…” He trailed off as he grabbed the back of his neck and tried to phrase his next sentence to his liking.

“Just fucking say it.” I threw my hands up in frustration. “I can handle whatever you’re going to say, I’m not a child.”

“You sure are acting like one,” Jett said quickly.

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be? Well, you’re a giant dick.”

Groaning, he ran his hands over his face and said, “Can we please have a conversation without getting into a stupid fight?”

“Sure. All you have to do is not be a chauvinistic ass who thinks he can control everyone.”

“Jesus!” Jett threw his hands in the air as he stood. “I’m just trying to fucking protect you. Can you let me do that?”

I opened my mouth to shoot back at him but I could visibly see the frustration and pain he was going through so for once, I shut my mouth and walked over to him. His back was toward me so I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his back.

“I’m sorry. I was just thrown off by the fact that you want me to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” he said while turning around in my arms. “I want to keep you with me at all times, next to me, holding me, whispering in my ear and mouthing off to me.” I laughed as he continued, “But I need you to do this, not just for Diego but for me. Things are starting to get serious and even though I need you, I need to protect you because if something ever happened to you, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

“What does that mean?”

He took a deep breath and said, “It means, I need to make it look like we’re no longer in each other’s lives.”

“Are you serious?” I asked as tears started to form in my eyes.

Kissing each eyelid, he said, “Please don’t cry, little one. I don’t want to do this but I don’t have a choice in the matter. Please just do this for me, for us.”

“For how long?” I asked as I thought about how all of this came out of nowhere.

“Until I get everything settled. It’s my number one priority. And it’s not like you’re going to be alone, I talked to Diego and you’ll have a good time painting and being the amazing artist you are. The time will go by quickly.”

“No, it won’t because I won’t have you.”

“I will still come to see you. I will try to be there almost every night. There is a back door to the club that will hide my entrance. No one will know. I just need to make it seem like you’re not a Jett Girl anymore.”

“So you’re firing me.”

“No, little one. You’re just taking a break until I figure everything out.” He tilted my chin up and placed a kiss on my lips. “This is all my fault because I couldn’t stay away, because I couldn’t deny myself these lips and this body.” His hands ran up the length of my sides. “I fucked everything up.”

“You really did,” I said with a chuckle, making him smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“You owe me.” I played with his tie.

“Can I start making it up to you tonight?”

“Hmm…can I tie you up and have my way with you?”

“Fat chance in hell, little one,” he said while pinching my ass and guiding me to the back stairs that led up to the third floor.