Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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I was speechless. Who the hell would think that Jett Colby wasn’t good enough for them?
“Jesus Christ, was she the princess of a far off planet that has yet to be discovered? Who the hell is too good to be with you?”
Jett chuckled and shook his head. “Apparently her.”
“Well, she’s a dumb ass because you’re the best man I’ve ever met. You may have your quirks and your overbearing tendencies but you’re sweet and kind and care about others. You have a helping and serving heart and even though you don’t like to open up much, I can feel your emotions running through me, you’re an amazing man and that bitch’s bad decision is my good fucking fortune.”
He backed away from me for a second and gave me a questioning look. “You’re serious.”
“Of course I am.”
“So you don’t think less of me?”
“You’re high. Why would I think differently of you?”
“Because—” he shook his head as he steadied his breath, “—because she ran to another man.”
“Like I said, her loss, my gain.” I stroked his face and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. “Thank you for sharing, Jett. No matter what you say to me, I will never judge you. You didn’t judge me for my past so why would I judge you?”
He looked visibly pained when he said, “I live in a different world than you, Goldie, where forgiveness isn’t handed out so easily. It’s going to take me a while but I trust you and I want to make this work so even when I’m an ass, you can’t give up on me. Please don’t give up on me.”
I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes and gathered strength.
“Then give me a chance. Don’t close me off so easily. Closing me off is only going to lead to me getting mad and my natural tendency is to run when things aren’t going my way. It’s all I know.”
He nodded and then a small smile spread across his face. “God, we really are dysfunctional.”
Laughing, I agreed.
His lips met mine and his body pressed against mine, before I was about to tell him I submitted so get down with business, he pulled away and his face grew serious.
“Before this goes any further, I need you to know that I’m serious when I say you’re not allowed to walk around by yourself right now. It’s only temporary, so please just honor this wish of mine.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He looked stunned as he stared down at me.
“What?” I asked.
“I just wasn’t expecting you to agree so easily. You usually put up a fight.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I still have some surprises up my sleeve.”
He hummed in my ear and said, “I can’t wait to explore them.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Stolen Dance”
Jett
“Dinosaurs are eating my underwear!”
I shot out of bed and looked around in a near-death panic from Goldie screaming at the top of her lungs.
“My undies, my undies!” she cried.
The sheets were all jumbled together and there were lumps everywhere but no sight of Goldie.
“That color is hideous on you, raptor. No, that is my thong,” she yelled as she hissed and started swinging her arms, identifying where her whereabouts were.
I sat up and lunged to the bottom of the bed, on the right hand side where her head was hanging off and she was swinging around with her dukes out.
“Jett got those for me, you blasted long neck. Go eat some leaves, herbivore!”
I was about to shake her awake until she started insulting dinosaurs by calling them herbivores. I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud and from the pit of my stomach, something I didn’t do very often.
My laughter must have woken her up because she jack-knifed off the mattress and started swatting at the blanket that was covering her head.
In the midst of laughter, I pulled the blanket off her head to find my little one wearing nothing and her hair falling over her face. Even in her crazy state of delirium, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
“Holy crap!” She breathed heavily as she tried to smooth her hair out of her face.
“Dinosaurs eating your underwear?” I said in a teasing tone.
“What? How did you know?”
“Just screaming in your sleep that’s all. I’m pretty sure I almost pissed myself when you woke me up about dinosaurs eating your underwear.”
Goldie snorted and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry about that. I don’t want no dino messin’ with my skivvies. It’s an honest request.”
“It is,” I said while pinching her chin with my thumb. “Now what we really need to discuss is why you’re sleeping like a lunatic, horizontally off the bed with your head hanging off the side.”
“Was I really?” She looked around and assessed her position. “Well, look at that.”
“I don’t ever sleep with women so you’re going to have to let me know if this is normal behavior,” I joked.
She took a second to think and then said, “To save my credibility, I’m going to say that other women usually sleep from the ceiling and stare at you while you sleep so me sleeping with my head hanging off the bed, horizontally, is almost normal.”
I laughed, again. It was a foreign thing to me but with Goldie, it started to become a norm.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought her down on my chest as I rested back on the mattress.
“So what you’re telling me is that I’m lucky you’re not hovering over me at night.”
“Pretty much. Consider me a rare breed.”
“Oh, I already know you’re a rare breed.” I kissed her chin before she placed her hands on my chest and rested her head on her hands as she looked down at me.
“I don’t want to go back to Diego’s. I want to stay here, with you.”
I let out a heavy breath as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
“Me neither but we don’t really have a choice in the matter. I promise you though, this will be over soon. I have some things in the works and I’m hoping a good distraction will throw some people off.”
“You really can’t tell me what’s going on?”
“Goldie, we talked about this. The less you know, the better, okay?”
“Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think your mom would have liked me?”
I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom and how she and Goldie would have hit it off, no question about it. My mom was more reserved but she loved to have a good time and that’s what Goldie was, a good time. I could picture them ganging up on me during holidays. They would be my two girls.
A pang in my heart started to form as I thought about the loss I suffered and the things my mom was missing out on because she was taken away from me too early.
Taking a deep breath, I rubbed her back and answered her question. “I think she would have adored you, Goldie. No doubt in my mind.”
“What about your dad? You never talk about him.”
I tensed from her question but tried to show as if the question didn’t affect me.
“He’s a miserable fuck who doesn’t deserve to be talked about.”
Silence met us as we both lay there, taking in what I said.
“Did you have any pets growing up?” she asked, not pushing the comment about my father which I appreciated.
Relaxing slightly, I sank into her embrace and said, “No, unless some measly beta fish counted.”
“Beta fish? Like those colorful things in a jar?”
“Yeah.” I laughed.
“Fuck, that’s depressing but for some reason I can picture it. Did you name them things like Mr. Wetherby and Annabell Figglefort?”
Figglewhat?” I laughed some more. “No, I named them fish.”
She sat up and stared down at me.
“You named your beta fish, fish?” I nodded and she shook her head and lay back down. “Fuck, that is super depressing.”
“I was more interested in being the best in everything I did, rather than worrying about naming something that was going to die in a few weeks anyway.”
“Oh, I forgot. Little rich boy problems. Who was the better tennis pro at the club and what kind of white cloth napkins you were going to have at your parties.”
“Eggshell.”
“What?” she asked.
“Eggshell, that was the best color white.”
“Oh my God!” She laughed as she poked my side. “That is so embarrassing that you know that.”
“I can throw one hell of a party,” I said as I threaded my fingers over her necklace that continued to show up around her neck. Even after some of our worst fights, she still kept it on. It gave me hope.
“Well then, when it’s my birthday, I expect you to throw me one hell of a party.”
“When is your birthday, Goldie?”
She feigned shock as she said, “Something Jett Colby doesn’t know? I’m shocked. You knew my bra and thong size when I walked in this door but you don’t know my birthday?”
“I could look in your file.” I smiled.
“God, you’re infuriating. It’s April 24th.”
I nodded while I thought about what I would do for her birthday when it rolled around which wouldn’t be for a while since it’s already passed for the year but it would be something I would want to celebrate, and make a big deal about.
“April is a pretty month to be born in, it suits you.”
“Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. “When is your birthday?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, hating my birthday. It was never a good day, thanks to my dad.
She sat up and rubbed my chest. “It matters to me. How else would I give you a birthday blow job?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Birthday blow job, how is that different than a regular one?”
“Oh it’s different.” She got excited.
“How so?” I gripped her waist to stop her from wiggling too much, she was starting to get me a little excited.
She sat up and pulled down the sheets, exposing my now growing erection. She looked down at it, smiled and grabbed my cock in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I moaned out as she started to stroke me.
“Little one, I don’t believe I gave you permission to be playing down there,” I said with less authority than I wanted.
She lowered her head and licked the tip of my cock and then said, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”
The grip she had at the base of my cock was just strong enough that is was pushing all the pressure to my tip, driving me fucking insane.
“No,” I grunted out. “But you will pay for your defiance.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait.”
With that, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She was not playing around, she took what she wanted and ran with it. Her hand ran down, between my thighs and found the weight of my balls. She squeezed them a little harder than normal and then pulled away from my cock, letting it fall to my stomach. I was fucking hard and yearning for her to finish.
“You see, Jett. For your birthday, I wouldn’t stop like I am now and instead of squeezing your balls like this—” she gestured, “—I would be putting them in my mouth and swirling them around with my tongue while I run my hands slowly up and down your shaft like this.”
Like a mother fucking sloth, she ran her hand so fucking slow up my cock as I hissed out a heated breath. She was torturing me like I tortured her and damn it I was letting her. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
“Goldie…” I said in a strangled voice as her hand continued to torture me.
She giggled, fucking giggled and then leaned down so her mouth hovered over my dick, making it twitch in excitement. Her hand continued to handle my balls as she rolled them with sweet, torturous precision while her tongue lightly licked the length of my shaft. Her tongue danced along its length, barely making contact. I was going to explode from her torture, from her teasing.
“Little one, you better get on with it or your punishment is not going to be as pleasurable as you want.”
“Tell me when your birthday is and I’ll make sure you come like a teenage boy after seeing his first set of fake tits.”
“December 20th,” I groaned out, needing her to move her lips over my cock.
She pulled away and said, “You’re almost a Christmas baby? Aww, why do I find that so adorable?”
“For fuck’s sake, Goldie, focus!”
“Oops, sorry. I forgot that your little tippy tip is about to have a bit of a free shower.”
I cringed. “God, don’t say stuff like that!”
“I just do it to drive you crazy,” she said casually as my dick bobbed between us.
I sat up and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth toward mine. I pressed my lips against her and tongue fucked her to the best of my ability until she was breathless. When I pulled away, I pressed my forehead against hers and said slowly, “If you don’t finish me off in the next minute I’m going to make sure I tie you up in the Bourbon Room, bring you to the edge of orgasm and then just leave you there, until I feel like you have paid for the teasing you have put me through today. Don’t fuck with me, Goldie, I don’t play games.”
Her eyes flew wide open and her mouth was instantly attached to my dick, working me like a damn Popsicle. I dropped to the bed as I let myself feel every pull, every lick, every tug of her mouth on my erection. She gave amazing head, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know if it was the way she rotated her mouth or the combination of her hands on my shaft and balls but I was ready.
My toes started to tingle, my gut went numb and my balls seized on me as my back arched off the bed and I groaned a feral sound out of the back of my throat, exploding like a maniac into Goldie’s mouth. All the pressure, all the teasing that she built up into me, flew away in one release as my body convulsed and was finally sated.
Her little body climbed over mine and slipped into the crevice of my neck and shoulder. She played with my chest while I regained my composure.
My hand drifted up and down her back as we stared up at the ceiling.
“December 20th, I will make sure to mark that in my calendar. It seems like an amazing day.”
I just shrugged, once again not wanting to go into it.
“It seems like you don’t like your birthday, which I won’t go into, but after this year, you’re going to love it. I’m going to make sure of it. You are going to have one hell of a party,” she said while kissing my cheek. “Everyone deserves a good birthday.”
“I don’t need a party. I just need you,” I admitted, realizing more and more that my life was happy when Goldie was in it, when I’m holding her and talking to her. Being in a relationship was scary as fuck but with Goldie, it didn’t seem as terrifying. It actually seemed doable.
There was a knock on the door and then Kace’s voice came from the other side. “Jett, someone is here to see you.”
“Tell them I will call them back later,” I called out, still holding Goldie.
Kace cleared his throat and responded, “Can’t. You have to see them.”
The tone of Kace’s voice pulled me from a confused Goldie’s bed. I put on my boxer briefs from last night and told Kace to come in. When he walked in, I acknowledged him and said, “Please take Goldie back to Diego’s, but let her get cleaned up first.” Kace nodded his head and went outside.
I turned to Goldie, whose face was crestfallen, making my heart lurch in my chest. I leaned over and pressed a small kiss on her lips.
“I have to go, little one. I’ll be in touch, I promise. Please be good and help Diego out.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Not sure. I’ll call you tonight. Be brave, little one and have faith in me and in us.”
“Always,” she responded as she kissed the palm of my hand.
I was just about to leave when she called out my name. I turned to face her and was blessed with the sight of her naked body on top of her bed, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders and her eyes with pure passion beaming from them, only for me.
“Yes, little one?”
“Do I have permission to masturbate to you in the shower?”
I nearly choked on my spit from her question which made her smile.
“No!” I practically shouted. “That pussy belongs to me. You’re not allowed anywhere near it.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Be good,” I called out.
***
Luckily, I was very quick at taking a shower so I didn’t keep my visitor waiting very long. I put on a button up shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and a pair of dress pants. I kept it casual but wanted to make sure I still exuded the business man that I was.
I walked into my office and was quickly hit with a female perfume that was almost too overwhelming. Sitting in a chair in front of my desk was a woman with long, black hair that was curled at the ends. She was wearing a pencil skirt that showed off her tanned and toned legs and black high heels that would make any man melt on the spot.
Clearing my throat to get her attention, she turned in her seat and I was surprised to see that Keylee Zinc was the woman occupying the seat in front of my desk.
“Keylee, what a nice surprise.”
The muscles in her legs flexed as she stood and walked toward me with a little more swing in her hip than a normal business associate. She was attractive, really attractive with her contrasting light eyes to her dark hair and her pouty lips but when I looked her up and down, I realized that I had no yearning to take her to bed. She was nothing like Goldie, she couldn’t even compare.
Her hand fell to my chest as she looked up at me with bright eyes. “Jett, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Anything for a friend,” I said as I removed her hand and went to the opposite side of my desk but didn’t sit until she did. “Please have a seat.”
As she sat, her blouse blew open where she had it unbuttoned at the top and showed off a red lace bra that was hiding underneath, propping her ample cleavage up for viewing. I had to admit, she was hot. She had the right curves and if I was in a different situation, I would consider inviting her to the Bourbon Room but even though she was doing her best to display her assets, I had no urge to cash in.
“What brings you here?” I said while sitting back in my chair.
“Well, Jeremy, your assistant actually sent me an invite about the Mayor’s Ball and I wasn’t sure if you were still considering taking me along with you. I haven’t heard anything from you and the event is in two weeks. I didn’t know if I needed to find a dress or not.”
Fuck, I completely forgot about the Mayor’s Ball. I planned on bringing Goldie with me until my dad had to ruin everything. That night I told Jeremy to invite someone else on my behalf, he must have chosen Keylee for me. I made a mental note to talk to Jeremy about running things like that by me before he made a decision. It would have been nice to know who he chose instead of being caught off guard like right now.
“Keylee, I apologize about keeping you in the dark. Things have been a little hectic around here but I would be delighted if you would attend with me.”
If I told her she was going to be queen for a day, I don’t think she would have been as excited as she was right now.
“Oh, Jett, that is great.” She lightly clapped her hands. “I’m so excited. Do you have a plan of what you expect me to wear? I know it’s such a stupid question but I don’t want to disappoint you, especially since the last girl who was around your arm must have disappointed you since she won’t be attending with you.”
I didn’t feed into her meddling so I ignored her assumption and said, “Something elegant and form fitting would be just fine.”
She bit on her thumbnail, something I found to be very unattractive but for some reason, women thought the nibbling of a fingernail turned a man on so it was a common occurrence when I ran into women, at least in the circles I ran in.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“I know you’re a very busy man, but do you think you could go look at dresses with me?” She held up her hands and said, “Before you say no, I just want to make sure I look right. I know you have a lot going on in your business world and I want to make sure I do everything right to help you succeed.”
Being seen with Keylee outside of the Lafayette Club could be beneficial because she was a debutante of New Orleans and was always seen with paparazzi flocking her. If I wanted to make my dad believe that I was no longer interested in Goldie, being seen publicly with Keylee would be a smart move on my part.
On the other hand, fear tickled my stomach as I thought about Goldie finding out about Keylee and me, especially when she doesn’t have all the information. I would keep my distance from Keylee, it would be nothing but platonic, but the media didn’t need to know that.
I weighed my options as Keylee waited patiently for my answer. I didn’t want to talk to Goldie about what was going on for two reasons, I didn’t want to drag her in any further than she was, the less she knew the better and secondly, I didn’t want her to know about my father and the kind of man he was. She didn’t need to know about what a horrible person I derived from.
The black-patented leather heel bounced on her foot as she waited for my reply, bringing my attention to her legs. Before Goldie, I could see those legs wrapped around me but now, they were just nice to look at.
My eyes ran up her body and found her eyes which were very pleased with my perusal. Making a decision, I took a deep breath and said, “That would be fine. Schedule a day with Jeremy and I will meet you at whatever store you have planned out.”
She leaned forward, showing off more of her cleavage and grabbed my hand with a squeeze.
“Thank you, Jett. I just don’t want to look like a fool and you helping me pick out a dress will ease my mind.”
“You’re doing me the honor of coming with me so it’s only fitting that I help you pick out a dress. If that is all, I have some important things to tend to. I will see you out.”
Her face fell flat for a second but she slipped in a smile and stood from the chair. “No need, please get back to your work. I will see myself out. It was nice seeing you, Jett. I’ll be in touch.”
I stood and walked her to the doorway, like the gentleman I was.
“It was a pleasure as always, Keylee.”
Catching me off guard, she stood on her toes and kissed me on my cheek, dangerously close to the corner of my mouth.
“Pleasure was all mine, Jett.” She patted my chest and walked out of my office, giving me a great view of her backside.
I shook my head and closed the door to my office. She was going to have to learn quickly that touching was a privilege, not a right. I wasn’t hers to touch and if I was going to go through with this, I was going to have to set some boundaries because even though I was taking her to the Mayor’s Ball, she still needed to respect Goldie.
