Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"

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“Are you okay?”

“No.” He tensed. “I need you, Jett.”

“What happened?” he asked while searching my body.

I grabbed his hand, lowered it and slipped it under my thong. I pressed his middle finger into my slick folds and gave him a minute to understand what I was saying.

His confused look turned to dark and sinister as his middle finger lightly stroked me, testing out my wetness. A heat of desire flushed through my body as I moaned.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He nibbled on my neck as he leaned forward. “But I’m so fucking glad that you are. Bourbon Room, little one. Wear nothing and stand in front of the tantra chair and wait for your next instruction.”

The tantra chair was the wave-like lounge that sat on the opposite side of the Bourbon Room and we only used it once and it was the most amazing sex I might have ever had, thanks to the angles it allowed, so for him to mention the damn thing had me throbbing already.

I nodded my head, quickly tiptoed over to the Bourbon Room and undressed as quickly as possible. I flipped my head over, ruffled my hair and then flipped it back up, hoping I added a little body and sexiness to it. I stood in front of the chair and prayed that Jett wasn’t going to teach me a lesson in patience because I wasn’t sure how much I could take when it came to waiting. Seeing Diego’s act and not being touched by Jett in a couple of days had me yearning to be taken, hard and fast.

Five minutes later, Jett walked through the doors with his shirt undone and his pants unfastened, just the way I liked to see him enter the Bourbon Room. Seeing him like that meant he was ready for business.

Grabbing the remote off the table that sat in the middle of the Bourbon Room, he walked over to me and looked me up and down. Appreciation lit up his eyes as he scanned every last inch of me.

“You’re so fucking breathtaking,” he admitted right before he turned on what seemed like a remix of some sort. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell as the beat rolled through the walls, surrounding us with hard bass and soft ministrations.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

“I’m here to submit to you,” I answered without hesitation.

Nodding, he took off his shirt, exposing his chest completely. His lightly tanned skin delighted me and made me want to lick his entire body.

“Pull my pants off for me,” he demanded as he stood in front of me. “And don’t forget about my briefs as well.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed both his pants and briefs in my hands and maneuvered them over his hips, slowly. There were only few opportunities when I was getting intimate with Jett that I was allowed some control so when he gave it to me, I soaked it all in.

His chest heaved as his erection was finally released and I lowered his pants all the way. Normally, I would maybe give his dick a little lick or stroke but I learned not to veer from his demands so I restrained myself and let him step out of his clothes.

I kneeled in front of him, waiting for his next command. His hand reached out and played with my necklace.

He spoke in a hushed tone as he said, “It pleases me to see you like this, submitting to me, wearing my collar. It’s such a huge turn on,” he admitted.

I looked up at him, through my lashes and agreed, it was a HUGE turn on, judging by the way his cock jutted out in anticipation. I was still shocked to see that I had such an effect over such a powerful man, it was empowering.

His fingers pressed against my chin indicating he wanted me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me over to the chair and pressed his hand on my mound.

“How wet are you, little one?”

“So fucking wet.” I was ready for this two days ago but I didn’t say that, I learned to hold my tongue…at least a little.

Apparently happy with my response, he sat down on the tantra chair so his back was against the big wave and spread his legs so they hung over the sides. His balls sat directly on the chair and his erection stood proudly, just waiting for me.

“I want you to sit on top of me, little one, with your feet pushing against the bottom of the chair. But hover above me until I’m ready for you to take me, not a minute sooner.”

Trying to understand his demand, I looked at the chair and tried to calculate how I was going to do this. He must have sensed my confusion because he gently took my hand and pulled me to sit down between his legs so my bottom hit the soft buttery leather of the chair.

His voice touched my ear as he said, “Press your back against my chest, little one, and prop your feet against the second wave in the chair. That will give you strength to hover above me.”

My skin tingled from his close proximity, instructing me on how to please him. He could be so soft, so gentle at times it brought me to my knees.

I did as I was told and pressed against this chest with my back. I felt his erection barely rub against my bottom, causing a moan to escape my mouth as my head flew back against his shoulder where I kept it.

His tongue found the column of my neck and he slowly started to snack on me while his hands traveled from the junction of my thighs up to my rib cage where they danced dangerously close to my breasts. My body ignited under his touch, with his slow movements and deliberate licks, making me think of the way his cock would slide in and out of me.

My hands gripped his thighs as I continued to hover above him. Thank God for ab workouts because I was starting to feel the pressure he was putting on my body.

“You’re so damn sexy, Goldie. Even though you’re not supposed to be traveling over here, I’m so fucking glad you did because I’ve been dreaming of these perfect tits,” he said into my ear as his hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. “These nipples have been haunting me. I’ve been wanting to squeeze them for a couple of days now.”

My lungs burned as I tried to suck in air from the onslaught of emotions he pulled from me in such a short amount of time.

The slickness of my core rang out, begging for him to let me lower myself. I could feel every last pulse in my pussy as he spoke to me and felt my body with those unyielding hands.

“Jett…” I groaned.

“Patience,” he murmured, once again using his go-to word. Fuck patience, I wanted him to slam into me with all the power he had in his body.

“My legs are getting tired,” I admitted, feeling my butt drop lower and lower each second.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” His hand pressed against my crotch and pushed my lower half down. My ass enclosed over his rigid cock and I broke out in a cold sweat while I waited for him to move his cock into position.

“I don’t know if you deserve my cock today.”

“I do,” I said breathlessly.

“How so? I heard that you watched Diego’s act when you weren’t’ supposed to. He’s very sensitive about them right now and doesn’t appreciate an audience.”

“He doesn’t or you don’t?” I asked, mentally slapping myself for starting controversy.

His hand tweaked my nipple and I screamed out loud from the pleasure that ran through my body.

“Don’t question me, little one. Another comment like that and I’ll be leaving this room, taking your orgasm with me.”

Now that would be the worst idea ever so I kept my mouth shut.

“Tell me, what did you do today to deserve my cock?”

I racked my brain to think of something good, something that would guarantee me a good pussy pounding but nothing was coming to mind. My brain went blank and I blamed it on the man who was underneath me, breathing into my ear, making me forget everything I did today, even my fucking name.

“Honestly, I can’t think of anything because you have my gut and mind all twisted together from the way your breath caresses against my skin. You make my heart beat faster and my brain slow down, Jett. There is no stopping it when you’re around me.”

He hummed in my ear and said, “Good answer, little one.”

His hand slid down my side and lifted me up temporarily so he could grab his cock and slide it into me. With the first touch that caressed me, I moaned and flew my head back to find his lips attacking mine at the same time. His hand ran down my stomach and started to massage my clit as his tongue danced with mine.

He filled me perfectly but he didn’t move his hips, he just played me like a damn instrument instead. His body heat filled my senses and turned me warm to my very core. He was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he moved his spare hand across my breasts. “Press against the bottom of the chair, little one, and start moving me in and out of you.”

I used my leverage against the chair to thrust my hips and it was so fucking good. Too fucking good. My back arched as I pumped myself and set a pace that was going to get me off in seconds from the pressure of his cock and the way his finger ran against my clit.

“Oh, Jett,” I groaned. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck, giving me more leverage and letting me pump harder. His chest tightened under me, letting me know that he was just as close as I was.

His breathing became heavy and his lips were kissing me now on my shoulder, nibbling on me.

A burning sensation started at the pit of my belly and every last nerve ending I had fluttered with a blinding sensation that traveled from my toes to my pussy.

“Jett!” I screamed as I fell over the edge and pounded up and down on top of him. His hands left their stations and gripped my hips. His head flew forward and he bit down on my shoulder as his body tensed and he groaned out his pleasure while rapidly moving my hips up and down.

When he released my shoulder, he lowered his head and I lowered my body over his. His arms wrapped around my waist, not breaking our most intimate connection. His lips found my temple and kissed it lightly.

“It’s always so fucking perfect with you, Goldie. No matter what I do, it’s always so goddamn perfect.”

He gathered me up in his arms and brought me over to the bench where there was a robe for me. He cleaned me up quickly and then looked up at me with the robe in his hands. He was about to put it on when his brow creased and he dropped the robe. His hand went to my shoulder and he said, “Did I bite you?”

A little giggle popped out of my mouth. “You kind of did.”

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He rubbed my shoulder and examined his bite mark. “God, I don’t remember doing that at all.”

“I’m fine. I actually kind of liked it.”

“You did?” he asked all cute-like.

“I did. It turned me on, not that I needed to be anymore turned on than I already was.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled lazily at me as he grabbed the robe and wrapped me up in it. He grabbed one for himself as well and walked me to the door of the Bourbon Room.

“Are you going to send me back to Diego’s?” I asked as he grabbed my clothes and tucked them under his arm.

“No, little one. Now that you’re here, there is no way you’re going back until the sun comes up. You’re mine for the night. We’re going to your room. I need to feel your skin against mine as we fall asleep. You’ve turned me into an insomniac when you’re not around. I need some sleep.”

“Sleep sounds nice, as long as you’re wrapped around me.”

“As long as you don’t start dreaming about panty-eating dinosaurs and are able to sleep like a normal human, I don’t think we have a problem with me wrapping my arms around you.” He smiled down at me.

I stroked his cheek and gave him a kiss. “You’re such a smart ass but I love this side of you. It’s refreshing.”

“Refreshing?”

“You know…” I puffed my chest out and stood tall, “I’m Jett Colby and I’m serious and can eye– fuck a girl to orgasm,” I said in a deep, horrible southern voice.

He laughed, the most glorious laugh ever and then said, “Fuck, I hope I don’t sound like that.”

“Well, something close to that,” I teased as we walked down to my room.

It was moments like this that my defiance came with great reward. I wasn’t supposed to visit him and even though I did, I was greeted with a warm and loving Jett. It made my hope for what we were going through grow stronger. He wasn’t pushing me away, he really was trying to protect me.

Chapter Thirty

“Hold On”

Jett

The smell of coffee permeated my office walls as I looked over a couple of bid options my lawyer put together for Lot 17. Everything was coming together and I felt confident in the proposals we had on the table. I had my lawyer put a couple bids together just in case after the Mayor’s Ball I found something out that needed to be addressed in the proposal. Right now, we accounted for every little thing that could go astray and wrote up a proposal for each. They were due the day after the Mayor’s Ball so we had to be prepared.

I couldn’t wait for all this bullshit to be over and to get Goldie back in my arms. Last night…fuck last night was amazing. After we played around in the Bourbon Room, we went back to her room and I held on to her until the middle of the night, she woke me up with the stroke of her hand against my erection which I had no clue I had until she brought my attention to it. I reprimanded her in a good way for not asking permission first and wound up tying her to her bed, making her scream until her voice went hoarse. She then passed out in my arms and was able to contain her crazy sleeping habits and wake up with her head resting on my shoulder. Our blankets might have been swirled around into a rat’s nest in the middle of the night but she stayed in my arms.

A light knock came to my office door and a little honey-haired girl popped her head through the crack, making me smile from ear to ear. She did that to me, without even saying anything. Just her presence sent my heart hammering.

“May I come in?”

“Of course,” I said as I sat back in my chair.

She was freshly showered and she had a little bag at her side, probably her overnight clothes from the night before. Stopping in front of my desk she twisted her hands as she looked down at me.

“What are you doing, come here,” I said as I scooted out from my desk and patted my lap.

Her eyes brightened as she walked over, set her bag down and sat on my lap.

The flowery scent pouring off her was heaven as I took in the smell of her skin, the softness of her hair and the way she felt in my arms.

“You smell divine.” I rubbed my nose against her neck.

“I have to go,” she announced sadly. “Kace is waiting for me downstairs. I just came up here to give you a kiss goodbye.”

We made out on her bed for at least ten minutes before I came up here, making sure I gave her enough kisses to last the next couple of hours so I found it adorable that she wanted to sneak one more in.

I rubbed my thumb against her cheek and said, “Can you hang in there just a little while longer? I hope to have this all settled after the Mayor’s Ball which is coming up shortly. After that, this whole mess should be taken care of.”

“Really?” She brightened. “Then I can come back here, go back out on the stage and be with the girls?”

“I don’t know about the stage…”

“Jett Colby!” She planted her hands on her hips.

“We can discuss that when the time comes.”

“I want to be out there,” she said defiantly.

“Little one, don’t make me raise my voice. I said we will discuss it later.”

“Ugh, you’re infuriating. Fine, but I’m going to put up one hell of a fight.”

“And I look forward to it,” I replied while nuzzling her neck.

“I really have to go.” She sighed. “Kace is already pissed at me for making him bring me here.”

“Kace can suffer while I soak you in for a little while longer.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips down on mine. She was soft and gentle with an edge of yearning. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and I tasted minty toothpaste on her lips that ignited a flame deep within. I felt my cock start to grow under her and she noticed too because she pulled away and looked down between us.

“Seriously? You have more in you after last night and this morning?”

“You do this to me, little one,” I said as I rested my forehead against hers. “I told you, I need you all the time. I can’t control it.”

“I need you, too.” She took a heavy breath and looked out the window behind me. “I can’t wait for all of this to be over, Jett. When it’s over, do you think we could, you know, go out in public together? Like on dates?”

The sadness in her voice spilt my heart in two, I hated that our situation made her sad, that I couldn’t give her what a normal boyfriend could, that I couldn’t even take her out on a simple date like she deserved. She really deserved so much more than me but I was a selfish bastard who wouldn’t give her up. She was mine.

“We will have to lay low for a little bit but after the storm passes through, yes, we’ll be going out in public together. I would love to take you on dates, little one. Please don’t think otherwise, I just need some time to figure this all out.”

She nodded and started to get up but I held her down, I had to tell her something that she wasn’t going to like very much but I thought I would rather be open and honest with her than she find out another way.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” she said with hesitation.

“The Mayor’s Ball is a big deal and for me to pull off the fact that we aren’t together, I need to show up with another date.”

“Okay, so are you bringing one of the other girls?”

“No, I don’t want to put them at risk. I need someone who is neutral and frankly who I don’t care about.”

“What are you trying to tell me, Jett?”

“The other day when I had a visitor, that was Keylee Zinc.”

“Keylee Zinc, who the hell is…” She stopped her words as realization hit her. “The kiwi?!” She got off my lap faster than I could react and started to pace the length of my office. “You mean to tell me that you’re going to the Mayor’s Ball with the kiwi who blatantly said she would do anything to become a Jett Girl? Are you trying to deliberately hurt me?”

“What?” I stood up and walked over to her. “No, I would never do that. I’m doing this because it’s the only way…”

“That’s bullshit. I don’t want to hear about how it’s the only way. It’s not the only way. Take me, take Kace, take Miss Mary for fuck’s sake but don’t take the one girl who I would rather eat razor blades over seeing socially ever again. Why the fuck would you do that?” I could feel the tension pouring off her, the anger, the sadness.

“I’m not doing this on purpose, Goldie. It’s the perfect distraction. Keylee is well known in the crowd I need to mingle with so if people see us together…”

“They’ll think you’re together,” she finished for me but in a hysterical tone. “I don’t want people thinking that.”

“Goldie, please think rationally for a second about this.”

“I am,” she shouted. “I’m the only one thinking rationally. You drive me crazy, Jett. Keeping me in the dark about everything, sending me off to live with some guy who, I’m sorry, has some kind of flirting problem because that’s all he knows what to do and then you say you’re going to go to an intimate affair with another woman but not just any woman, you’re going with the kiwi. Fuck, Jett. You’re breaking me in two.”

Flirting? I was going to have to talk with Diego because that was unacceptable. No one flirted with my girl but me but I wasn’t about to bring that up with Goldie. That would be a separate conversation I had with Diego later.

I grabbed a hold of her arms and made her stop pacing. I forced her to look me in the eyes as I spoke carefully.

“Remember what I told you? Have faith in me, little one. In us.” I ran my hand along her necklace. “I gave this to you to let you know that I’m committed to you and you alone. No one else and no one else can step in between that. I might be taking someone else to a ball but you’ll be in my heart.”

She deflated and shook her head. “I hate this so much. Ever since I met you it’s been an up and down roller coaster. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Unfortunately, she was right. I’ve been nothing but trouble for her since she got here. If it wasn’t my damn emotional brick walls stopping her from moving forward, it was my father’s lack of humanity. I was fucking with her in every which way and I still couldn’t be the bigger man and let her go. I kept stringing her along. I didn’t want to admit why but in the pit of my stomach, I was pretty sure I knew the reason.

“Please, little one, just hang in there a little bit longer.”

Deflating, she nodded her head and looked up at me with unshed tears. “I just want things to be normal.”

“Me too.” I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed the top of her head. “Me fucking too.”

Instead of sending her on her way, I walked her down to the garage where Kace was waiting and helped her into the car. Before she pressed her body against the seat to hide, she gave me one last kiss on the lips and held on to her necklace.

“Don’t forget about me, Jett.”

“Not possible, little one. You’re on my mind every damn second of the day. Go back to Diego’s, relax and enjoy painting. Get lost in the paint and before you know it, you will be back at the Lafayette Club and in my arms.”

I kissed her one last time and sent her on her way. It was painful to send her back to Diego, especially since our relationship was rather shaky but I didn’t have a choice.

When I got back to my office, my cell phone buzzed against the hardwood of my desk. The number was unknown but I answered it anyway. Given everything that was going on, I was taking just about any call these days.

“Jett Colby,” I answered.

“It’s nice to hear your voice, it’s been a while. Did you receive my letter, son?”

My father. I cringed from the way his voice slithered through the phone.

“I did but there was no use sending it because like I told you, there is nothing going on between Goldie and me.”

“That’s not what I heard,” he replied.

I kept calm as I sat in my chair and fiddled with a pen between my fingers.

“Oh, please enlighten me with what you heard because I can guarantee you that they’re wrong. Goldie is no longer a part of my life. She was a decent fuck but after I grew bored of her defiance and inability to submit properly, I dropped her out of my life.”

My dad laughed and said, “You always had a problem with control.”

“And you always had a problem with being a decent human,” I retorted, not enjoying the father– son conversation he was trying to have right now.

“Life isn’t full of candy canes and bimbos, Jett. Take a lesson from me, you have to be cutthroat to get anywhere in this world.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve climbed my way to the top using honesty and good business sense. I’ve never had to bribe anyone or slip anything under the table to get what I wanted.”

“Yes, but what you fail to realize is that you never would have gotten to where you are without the foundation I built you and the Colby name. I made you, I launched you into this business world and without me, you would be no one. So don’t go and scoff at my techniques because without me, you would be a sorry shit just like your mom.”

“Fuck you,” I replied, losing my temper.

A maniacal laugh escaped his mouth before saying, “Choose wisely, Jett. Lot 17 or Goldie.”

“Do whatever the fuck you want to Goldie, I couldn’t care less about her. Why don’t you get a fucking clue? It’s over between us. She’s up for grabs for all I care,” I shouted into the phone praying that he didn’t read my bluff.

“Good to know. I’ll let Rex know she’s fair game.”

I clenched my teeth and held back the hiss that wanted to escape my throat. “Good fucking luck to him,” I said instead.

“See you at the ball,” my dad called out and then hung up. I tossed my phone on my desk and leaned back in my chair, rubbing the side of my temples.

I swore under my breath as I thought about my dad’s threat and my bluff to throw Goldie under the bus. I just prayed that my father was all talk because if he laid one finger on Goldie, I would lose my ever-fucking mind.