Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"

Автор книги: Meghan Quinn

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Chapter Five

“Chasing Pavements”

Lo

I knew I didn’t belong on the third floor uninvited but I was worried about Kace. I wanted to make sure Jett knew something was wrong with Kace just in case someone needed to take care of him. The way I left him, on the floor, crying, was gutting me and I couldn’t let it go.

I debated with myself for a while in my room, trying to decide if I should tell Jett or not and my guilty conscience won out so I found myself climbing up the very familiar steps of the third floor. When I reached the door, I heard my name being mentioned so of course, I had to listen in. I was a bit of a rebel and curious at heart so there was no way in hell I was going to pry my ear off the door when my name was being thrown around.

The moment Jett shouted that I had no class, my stomach flipped. It was the one clear thing I heard because he said it loud enough. Everything else was muffled. I heard something about some kind of event Jett had to attend and when he said I had no class, I understood precisely what was going on. Jett was ashamed of me and didn’t want me attending any kind of social with him.

Not that I wanted to go to any snooty bullshit party where all you did was drink champagne and ignore the fact that you hated everyone in the room while making pleasantries. No fucking thank you. But the thought of Jett going with someone else was like a dagger to my stomach, I didn’t like it.

I didn’t want to get caught upstairs, now that it seemed like Kace was apparently all right so I was about to turn around when the door to Jett’s office flew open and Kace stood in the doorway. I looked up at him and instead of anger lacing his eyes from seeing me once again break the rules, concern flashed through them. He looked me up and down and tried to read if I heard anything. I just slightly nodded and started to turn around, clearly it was time for me to go back to my room.

“Lo, come in here,” I heard Jett call from his office, making me stop in place.

From behind me, I could feel Kace’s presence as he mumbled, “You don’t have to go in there.”

I looked at his battered face and gave him a half smile, even though I should’ve probably left while flipping Jett off behind my back, showing him that he was right, I had no class, I turned and stared at the man who had captured my heart and twisted it in so many ways that it was almost hard to breathe.

The light from the window behind him cast his body in a shadow as he stood in front of his desk with his hands bracing his upper body on the edge. His hair was slightly disheveled and he was wearing slacks and a button up shirt with the first three buttons undone which only added to his sex appeal. I knew what was under that shirt, what was waiting for my hands to touch, what my body itched for but I blocked those thoughts out of my mind as I walked toward him.

I could feel Kace’s judgmental glare as I ignored him and started to close the door. I looked back at Kace just before I shut the door and caught his glare as he shook his head. He was not pleased with me one bit, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

The door closed quickly as Jett’s body pressed up against mine. His hand was against the door as he hovered over me. His radiant scent filled my senses as I gathered enough courage to turn around and face him. It wasn’t easy, to be face to face with such a strong and overpowering man, especially when I was feeling weak and punctured.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Why was he being so rude? He was the one who insulted me. I knew I was technically trespassing but he was the one being mean, he was the one in the wrong.

Gathering my strength, I turned around and put my hands on my hips, causing my business shirt to ride up. I was wearing a pair of black lingerie underneath that you could see through the open buttons up top. After our one and only date, Jett said he wanted to see me in yellow but he must have been bullshitting me because there was never shipment that came in. Made me wonder, did he mean anything that day? I tried not to think about it because it would eat me alive.

There were moments in my “relationship” with Jett that I knew he cared for me, that he wanted me, needed me but there were a lot of times where I couldn’t read him. I couldn’t tell if I was just another girl to him. I was constantly questioning myself when I was around him and trying to figure out if I was good enough. There were nights that I wondered why I cared so much, why I let a man play with my head but I realized he wasn’t playing with me, he was just closed off, he was hurt and he wasn’t ready for anything serious. The only thing that kept me coming back for more, that kept me from running away were the light caresses he gave me, the way he called me little one and the way his face lit up when I walked into a room. Those were all signs of a man who cared and that was all I wanted, someone who cared deep for me and I knew Jett did. He captured me and for the life of me, I couldn’t walk away.

Looking up at him, I said, “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?” he asked as he moved in closer, making my lady bits start to get excited.

“Like a demanding ass.”

Not showing any tells, like normal, he replied, “Are you supposed to be up here, little one?”

“No, but—”

“But nothing. You are out of line.”

“I’m out of line?” I pointed at myself as I tried not to be intimidated by his proximity. “You’re the one who is insulting me behind my back.”

The corner of his eye crinkled, as if he winced but it was quickly gone before I could confirm a reaction from him. The damn man was so stoic.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Clearly.” I tried to step away but he blocked me.

“And I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Bullshit, Jett. I know what you think of me.”

“Do you? Please enlighten me about my feelings toward you.”

Huffing, I pushed past him and went to his desk where I grabbed a stupid paper weight that was shaped like a little marble globe and tossed it around in my hands. I was fidgety and starting to get wild so I needed something to calm me down.

“You think I’m just some street trash that you found and can fuck for a while and once you’re done you can just throw me away, with the rest of the Bourbon street residue.”

Okay, I knew that wasn’t necessarily true because he cared for me, he took care of me and he told me I was beautiful but I refused to acknowledge any of that right now, I was mad.

“You disappoint me, little one.” My heart fell from his words. “I never want you to think of me like that because that is not even close to how I feel.”

“Yeah, well, with the way you just stated your feelings about me, how am I supposed to think?”

Jett ran his hand through his hair and blew out a frustrated breath. Ha! I got him. Finally, an emotion!

“I’m sorry.” He shook his head as he looked down at the ground. He loosened his shoulders and then looked back up at me. “I just…fuck, I’m an ass.”

I nodded, he was an ass. Good self-assessment.

“We’re different, Jett, in many ways and I’m trying on my end. Can you try on yours?”

He continued to stare at me but said nothing.

“Why can’t I go to your parties with you?”

Silencing me, he held his hand up and said, “That is non-negotiable. You’re not going.”

“Because you’re embarrassed of me,” I stated as my pride started to deflate.

“No.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me to his chest. “Not because I’m embarrassed of you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I just don’t want you to be exposed to those people. You’re a Jett Girl, you need to keep your anonymity. I don’t want them knowing who you are.”

“They won’t,” I said while pushing the subject. “No one knows who I am on stage so if they saw me in person, they would never be able to tell. I just don’t see why you won’t give me a chance. I can be classy.” I grabbed an empty glass off Jett’s desk and held it in front of me and stuck out my pinky finger. In a fake British accent, I said, “Oh why isn’t it a charming night in old New Orleans. Did you catch the hobos eating a rat a few blocks down?”

A smile crept over Jett’s face as he tried to hold back his laughter. “Not happening,” he said more playfully as he pulled me to his chest.

“Just give me a chance. I will go to refine school. I’m sure Kace can teach me a thing or two.”

“I don’t want Kace teaching you anything,” he said with a sharper tone than warranted.

I played with Jett’s buttons as I said, “You jealous?”

“When it comes to you, I’m always jealous. You should know that by now. Seeing you interact with anyone but me drives me crazy. I don’t think I could stand to take you to any parties with me, there would be way too many people staring at you. I wouldn’t be able to take it.”

Slipping my hand in his shirt so my hand caressed his bare chest, I said, “Jett, give me a chance. I can be the person you need.”

The look on Jett’s face was almost comical as he struggled with wanting to say no but also wanting to please me. The man put up a front but like he always said, I held the cards and right now, I could see how much I held them. My other hand wandered down to his waistline and played with his belt. A growl escaped from the back of his throat as he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me toward the Bourbon Room.

“You will talk to Miss Mary starting tomorrow.”

“Who’s Miss Mary?” I asked as Jett set me down next to the Bourbon Room Balance Beam. My insides twisted in excitement.

“Your new finishing school teacher,” he said as he played with my clothes, eyeing me with desire.

“You’re giving me a chance?” I asked in anticipation of hearing the answer.

He nodded his head and licked his lips as he looked me up and down. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he said, “Now, enough talking, do you have something to say to me?”

Boy fucking did I!

Chapter Six

“I Got U”

Jett

Sweat glistened off her body as she hung in front of me. My fingers were lodged in her, feeling her damp excitement as my mouth worked its way across her perfect breasts. Her head writhed against the beam as I continued to pleasantly torture her with my tongue against her skin and my skilled fingers in her delectable pussy.

After Goldie walked in and heard me disrespect her in the worst way, guilt washed over me and I saw instantly how I wronged her and everything I believed in. I was here to help these girls, to give them new opportunities that they wouldn’t normally have and I was here to protect them. I got so caught up in protecting Goldie because I’m a selfish bastard that I insulted her not only in front of her but in front of Kace as well.

Goldie was different than anyone I’ve ever met. She was fun, sassy and had a mouth to go along with it but she was sweet and caring as well. There were times that I could see the difference in our upbringings but that never bothered me, I just knew that she most likely wouldn’t mesh well with the people I’m obligated to mingle with, not that I cared much about that. I couldn’t really give two fucks what those high society snobs thought about me but I didn’t want them attacking Goldie and I knew that was exactly what would happen if I brought her around them. They would sense her weakness and tear her apart. Plus, I didn’t want her being exposed. My Jett Girls’ personas needed to be protected no matter what, no exceptions. If I brought Goldie out to be by my side at these dreadful events, then I would be nervous if people assumed she was a Jett Girl, especially the men. She was a beacon in the club, a favorite and I didn’t blame the men, she was absolute perfection.

I wanted to protect her but I wanted to make her happy as well. As she threw her head back with her mouth slightly ajar, I knew that all I wanted to do was please her. So when I said she would be meeting with Miss Mary, she would be. If I was going to take her out with me, the least I could do was prepare her for what she would be getting herself into. I could prepare her and give her the confidence she would need in order to walk around the ballrooms of the pretentious events I have to attend so that if someone does approach her, she will know the exact way to respond without showing one ounce of weakness.

“Oh, God…” She moaned as she continued to writhe against my fingers. “Yes, Jett, yes.”

The way my name fell so easily off her tongue in the moment of ecstasy was all the pleasure I needed as my cock jolted against my pants’ zipper.

“How close are you?” I asked as I worked my mouth up to her earlobe. I knew how close she was but I loved hearing her tell me.

“So…close.” She panted. She was strapped against the balance beam and vertical. Her legs and arms were tied back so she was completely in my hands. She was giving me such a precious gift that I would never take advantage of.

Knowing what she needed to go over the edge, I removed my fingers from her, eliciting a protesting moan and worked my mouth down her body. I felt her pulse start to kick up as she realized where I was about to go. Her stomach heaved as she prepared for my mouth, waiting for the moment when my tongue reached out and ran along her slick pussy.

My hands gripped the top of her thighs as my head hovered above her mound, itching to give her what she fully wanted. I took one last glimpse at her, our eyes met, sending a bolt of electricity straight to my core. She wanted me, it was evident and damn it all to hell if I didn’t want her too.

I took a deep breath, taking in her essence and plunged forward. The moment my tongue met her pussy, her back arched off the beam and she cried out in pleasure. Pride surged through me as she came on my mouth, my name rolling off her tongue. Without even thinking, I tore my pants down, flipped the beam so it was horizontal and plunged myself into Goldie. I couldn’t take the pressure that was building up in me anymore, I needed my release, I needed to release myself inside her.

I was normally an emotionless man who never showed a tell. Emotions and feelings were signs of weakness in a man was what I was taught so I kept a straight face but when it came to Goldie, I was lost the minute her blue eyes met mine. It was impossible not to slowly lose myself in her body, in the way she looked at me, touched me, moaned for me. She tested my limits on a daily basis and I would be a lying son of a bitch if I said I didn’t like it.

Thrusting into her, my balls screamed as my whole body tensed up for my impending release. My hand reached down and pinched her nipple which erupted an orgasm in her body that clenched my hard length, sending me over with her. We both thrust our hips, inching out every last pleasure until we were spent.

I hovered over her, my arms straddling her little body as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, her eyes opened and looked up at with me with fondness. It was like a blade to my heart, I didn’t want anyone looking at me like that because it meant attachment but I would be damned if I could look away. There was something about this woman, this sassy woman that had me by the balls. She was a man-eater, that was for damn sure.

“Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” I said as I looked down at her.

A smile spread across her face and she said, “Thanks for blowing a hole through my pussy with that massive meat sword of yours.” She shifted on the table and said, “I’m pretty sure you popped a hole through my bladder.”

Trying not to smile, I said, “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She caressed my cheek, something I normally didn’t allow but with Goldie…things were different.

“You sure?”

She nodded her head and ran her hand down my chest, making me swell again but I didn’t allow for a second round because I knew it was time to part from her for the night. I had some mending to do. I was a shallow ass most of the time but I knew when I was wrong.

I pulled away and fixed my pants, and released her from her confines. Her body was fantastic, every man’s dream and she was all for me. I was a privileged man and damn lucky for it.

“Keep looking at me like that and you will find yourself strapped to that bed, waiting for me until I’m ready for you again.”

“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” she asked with a straight face.

I leaned over, grabbed her chin with my thumb and forefinger and said, “Yes, yes it is but a delicious one.” I pecked the tip of her nose and pulled away completely. “Get dressed, little one. You have a long week ahead of you.”

Disappointment fell across her features as I pulled away and walked out the door. If I wanted to, I could spend the whole night playing with her, seeing how many times I could make her scream my name or come on my fingers but I had others thing to do. I grabbed my bourbon, two glasses and headed down the back stairs through the dark hallway that led to Kace’s room.

I leaned my ear toward the door before knocking in case he had a woman with him but it seemed like the coast was clear so I knocked on the door. Kace’s voice rang through in a gruff tone, telling me to come in.

His room was dark, besides a light on the night stand that casted a light shade of yellow in the room. Kace was sitting in a chair, facing the window. His feet were stretched out on the sill and he was slouched in his chair as his hand held up his head. His stature was deflated and rightfully so, the man had so many demons to deal with, I didn’t know how he went day to day holding his shit together.

“What do you want, Jett?” Kace said without turning around.

“I brought bourbon.”

Kace just nodded as I brought up a chair next to him and handed him a glass. I poured us both a generous amount, not really saying anything to each other as we sat in silence, drinking away our problems. This was a tradition we did on this day, this day that changed Kace’s life forever. We didn’t talk about it, we didn’t share, all we did was sit and stare into oblivion. We didn’t need to talk, we knew what happened, we knew what we did to cover it up and we knew the effects it had on the innocent people involved. Instead of rehashing everything, we just sat and drank.

We sat for what seemed like hours until Kace broke the silence and asked, “Everything settled with Lo?”

He held out his cup for a refill and I obliged while I responded, “Everything is fine. I was a protective ass that just ended up hurting her.”

Kace took a sip from his glass. “If she didn’t hear you, would you have changed your mind?”

I thought about his question and answered honestly, “Probably not but seeing the look on her face was enough pain for the day, so I relented.”

Kace nodded while he continued to look out his window. “You okay with that?”

“No, but do I have a choice?”

“You used to.”

I did, I thought as I took another sip of my bourbon. I used to have many choices but now that Goldie has graced me, I find myself with a noose around my neck, not being able to do what I want because the fear of Goldie getting hurt plagues me. I don’t want her to hurt…ever. I don’t want her to get into trouble or see fear. I want to make everything okay for her which is a big problem because I wasn’t expecting to feel that way.

“Don’t let her get hurt,” Kace interrupted my thoughts. “You have to help her if you bring her into your world.”

“No shit,” I responded as I shifted in my seat suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable in my skin. “You’re the one who pushed the idea of bringing her with me.”

“And I meant it but you have to be fucking careful. She’s not like everyone else in your world. She has feelings, she has a heart, she can easily be burned, ripped up and spit out by a simple stare from one of your elites. You can’t let that happen…I can’t bear to see it,” he trailed off.

I gritted my teeth from the protectiveness Kace had for Goldie. I hated it, fucking hated it. I was the one who was supposed to protect her, not Kace and every time he showed one ounce of concern for her, it grated on my nerves.

“I won’t,” I said sternly. “Miss Mary will be starting training with Lo tomorrow so just stay the fuck out of it.”

I saw a slight grin spread on Kace’s face from the corner of my eye which only irritated me even more.

“You’re so far gone,” Kace said as he drained the rest of his drink and got up out of his chair. “I need to hit the head and then meet up with Claire.”

“Claire?” I asked, a bit curious.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “She’s a good fuck with no intention of being a clinger.” Kace walked off toward the bathroom but then turned around before shutting the door. “Thanks for the bourbon…dickhead.”

I nodded with a smile. “Anytime, asswipe.”

And that was it. That was the extent of our night together. Silence between us spoke a thousand words. Sometimes conversation was overrated, sometimes, you just needed to sit with another breathing soul, knowing that they understood you, that they felt for you and that they were going to make it through the next day.

Before Kace completely shut the door, I called out, “Next year, just pay me to beat your ass. I would love taking your money.”

From the cracked door, Kace called out, “In your dreams, Colby. Any fist fight between us is going to be a guaranteed honest one.” With that, he shut the door and I took off for the third floor.

Jeremy, my assistant, met me at the top of the stairs and said, “I found Keylee Zinc’s information, sir.”

“Put it on hold for now. Call Miss. Mary, she has some etiquette lessons to give.”

A smirk spread across Jeremy’s face as he typed away on his tablet.

“And wipe that smile off your face. Lo was always my number one choice.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jeremy took off downstairs as I went back to my office. I set my bourbon down on the bar and walked over to my window that looked over the Lafayette Club lawn and the wonky tress that graced the streets of the garden district. Beads from past Mardi Gras parades still dangled from the trees’ limbs and sparkled in the street lights. Pepper was walking to the back entrance, from the street, returning from one of her outings, ones that she had been going on lately. I had a feeling she was fooling around with someone else but honestly, I didn’t give a fuck. A girl needed to be fucked and she wasn’t getting it from me.

I sighed as I rested my head on the window pane. When did my life become so complicated? It used to be so easy; I worked, I fucked and I protected, now I worried. I didn’t want to worry but I didn’t have a choice, there were so many new factors in my life that I needed to consider.

Goldie was one of them.

I ran my hand through my hair as I thought about what the hell I got myself into. I was going to bring Goldie out in public, where everyone could see her, could see who she was. It was dangerous, people might even know her, like my dad or Rex Titan but the look on Goldie’s defeated face kept outweighing my cons of having her on my arm at my events. At least if she was next to me at all times, I would be able to protect her, to shield her from the cruel and cold world that I lived in.