Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Twelve
“You Really Got a Hold on Me”
Jett
I waited in the grand entrance of the Lafayette Club for Goldie to come down the stairs. My chest should feel constricted right now, I should feel tied down and panicky but I wasn’t. I almost felt kind of free, for once, since Goldie entered my life. Was claiming her as mine all it really took?
It was a big step on my part, fucking huge. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my entire life but when Goldie allowed me to put my collar around her beautiful neck, I’ve never felt so much pride before. Pride for myself and pride to have a girl like Goldie on my arm. She was foul-mouthed most of the time and had a hard time submitting and following my rules but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. That I didn’t enjoy the challenge. I never knew what to expect from her and that was one of the best things about being with her, near her and owning her.
When she asked if she owned me, I wanted to laugh. Was it really that hard for her to see? No matter how many times I tried to get her out of my head, I couldn’t. She had taken up residence in my brain, my body and my soul. She had me wrapped around that little pinky of hers and I would do anything for her, fucking anything.
I just needed to take baby steps. Being with a girl, with just one girl as more than a lover is overwhelming. There are emotional responsibilities that I need to be prepared for and I’m terrified as fuck about whether or not I’m ready for them. I want to be, I need to be because I can’t lose Goldie. She’s too damn important to me. I hate to admit it but she has slowly become my world and that bastard Kace can see it. He’s laughing his way around the damn club at me. I know he’s just itching to say “I told you so,” and a part of me wants to shove it up his ass and prove him wrong because that’s the kind of ass I am, but I know that won’t get me anywhere but miserable in my office with a glass full of bourbon in my hand.
I glanced at my watch and tried to figure out what was taking so damn long for Goldie to meet me downstairs. All she had to do was put on a dress. She was already wearing her undergarments, her hair and makeup were done so she should be good to go.
The thought of her in her black lingerie had me shifting in position so I didn’t get too excited about the proposition of seeing her in it again later tonight. One thing I wasn’t happy with was the fact that Goldie still didn’t have her gold lingerie. I sent a message to Kace about it but he has yet to get back to me. I would be getting to the bottom of that tomorrow.
The faint sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor brought my attention to the top of the stairs where Goldie was standing. Her hair was no longer in a bun but instead was in long waves cascading down past her shoulders. The gray dress she had on was beyond exquisite, accentuating every beautiful asset of her body.
She glided down the stairs and I felt my heart catch in my throat as I watched her approach me, wearing my collar. She was a sight that could take down any man. Her lips were framed in a pretty light pink gloss that made me want to push her up against the wall and take what I wanted.
“Are you ready?” she asked shyly.
I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my mouth. I kissed her softly and said, “You’re so beautiful, little one. So damn beautiful.”
A light blush spread across her cheeks as her eyes beamed.
“Thank you.”
I held out my arm for her to grab, which she did and I leaned down in her ear. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” she said while straightening her posture, something she must had learned from Miss Mary. It delighted me to see her try, not that she needed to. Honestly, I would take her any way I could get her. I just wanted her to be prepared for the heinous humans she was about to meet.
I led her to the front door and just when we were about to leave, there was a ruckus of whistles and cheering coming down the hallway. Goldie and I turned around to see the other Jett Girls tossing confetti and blowing on noise makers as they made their way toward us. Goldie laughed and I just stared at them all, a little stunned. Behind them all was Kace, with his arms crossed, leaning against the hallway wall with a slight smirk on his face.
“Finally!” the girls all shouted as they ran up to Goldie and gave her a hug.
“You two are perfect for each other.” Tootse clapped as she bounced up and down.
Francy patted her shoulder and then looked at me. “You scored yourself a hot piece of ass, Jett. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Yeah, don’t fuck it up,” Babs repeated as she pushed my shoulder.
“Or we will fuck you up,” Pepper added as they all started to come at me like a little blonde mafia, besides Francy.
I held my hands up and said, “I may have chosen Goldie but that doesn’t mean you ladies can get out of control. Know your roles,” I said with a smirk.
All the girls’ mouths fell open as Kace threw his head back and laughed behind everyone. I couldn’t help it, I let out a little chuckle as well. They were too easy.
“You’re lucky you’re on your way out,” Babs said.
“Give him hell, Lo,” Francy added.
I looked down at Goldie who was looking up at me with a devilish glint in her eye.
Without taking my eyes off her, I said, “I have no doubt in my mind that she won’t.” A small smile spread across her face as I grabbed her hand again. “Time to go.” I turned to the girls and gave them all a wink. “Night, ladies. Don’t get too drunk tonight.”
“Don’t worry about us, Lo is the one with the drunken craziness,” Pepper said as they all started walking away.
God help the men out on the streets tonight because as their jean-clad asses walked away from me, I knew they were going to cause hell tonight.
I led Goldie out to the waiting limo and held the door open for her. I watched as she hiked up her dress slightly so she could climb in. The slight movement brought the slit up to a dangerous height and the mere thought of what she was hiding underneath had me itching to ditch the event and take her back upstairs.
Fuck me, this was going to be a long night.
I slid in next to her and shut the door. The driver pulled forward as Goldie leaned into my shoulder and rested her head on my chest. I wasn’t used to being comfortably intimate with someone but I liked the way she felt against me so I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, allowing her to bury herself deeper into my side.
“Thank you for taking me tonight,” she said with not much spunk like usual but more sincerity.
I kissed the top of her head and played with a strand of her hair. “I’m glad I was able to pull my head out of my ass and realize that I needed you.”
She nuzzled my chest and said, “Please don’t ever stop saying that.”
We sat in silence holding on to each other as the streets of New Orleans passed us by. I should feel weird, I should want to distance myself but right now, in this moment, I knew I made the right choice. I just hoped it didn’t backfire on me. I wasn’t strong enough to get my heart ripped out of my chest again. I liked to pretend I was a strong man and nothing affected me but deep down, I was a hurting son of a bitch with a black hole where my heart should be.
***
“I’m not going to lie, I’m fucking nervous,” Goldie whispered into my ear as we rode up an elevator to the top floor where the party was taking place.
“Don’t be nervous, I won’t leave your side,” I said into her ear, trying to still her shaking hand.
“I just have to stand tall, remember not to fucking swear and make sure to keep my chin even.”
“Don’t overthink it, little one. You’ll be just fine.” I kissed the top of her head, kind of liking the whole affection thing. “Just be yourself.”
She looked at me and gave me that “You’re kidding me” look. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I like you the way you are.”
“Yeah, well, you have a special taste for trash…”
What the fuck?!
Blood boiled through my veins as I spun around and pinned her against the wall of the elevator. I held her hands at her sides and got right in her face.
I spoke through my teeth as I tried to contain the anger that was spilling out of me.
“I will not repeat myself, if you ever call yourself trash again or degrade yourself in front me ever again, I promise you this, you won’t like the consequences. Do you understand me?”
She gulped and nodded her head.
“I’ve been one hundred percent honest with you since you’ve been with me and I’m telling you this, you are the most beautiful, exquisite woman I have ever met. You do something to me, Goldie, that no one has been able to do. You make me open up, you make me feel and for you to call yourself trash is a direct insult to me. Are you trying to tell me I have no taste?”
I was mere centimeters away from her face, studying her eyes intently. I wanted to get it through her thick skull that even though she came from a rough background she was perfect. She was so much better than the people she was about to meet and she could give them a run for their money any day.
“That’s not what I’m saying, I just—”
“Good.” I cut her off. “Now, you’re going to use the training Miss Mary gave you not to change who you are but to give you more confidence. You’re so much better than these people, so I want you to show me how you are. Got it?”
She nodded again as her eyes welled up with tears. Fuck. I didn’t need her crying.
I leaned in and kissed her earlobe as I spoke gently into her ear, “Steady your breathing, little one. I wouldn’t want anyone else on my arm tonight, okay?” She nodded again as I ran my lips along her jawline and found her luscious lips. Knowing we were closing in on our floor, I was going to have to pull away and straighten myself out but I just needed one last taste so I pressed my body against hers and lifted her hands above her head so she was completely at my surrender. With one quick lick of her lips, I plunged forward and tasted her sweetness. She was so damn sweet.
A moan escaped the back of her throat as her hips grinded into mine. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I reciprocated the motion. She was driving me crazy and I knew I had to put a stop to it but I couldn’t, for the life of me, I couldn’t stop taking everything from her.
“Ahem.” Someone from behind us cleared their throat.
Like a bullet out of a gun, I stood up straight and fixed our clothing. We both wiped our mouths and I tried to hold back the smile that was trying to cross my face from the panic-stricken look Goldie was giving me.
With confidence, I turned around and faced the person who was interrupting our little make-out session in the elevator. There was a bell hop holding open the elevator door for us and right past him was the entire party, standing still and staring at us.
Fuck.
Not the way I wanted to enter the room but I owned it because that was what a pompous and full of himself man did. I learned that from my dad. Goldie on the other hand was shaking so I held out my arm and clasped her hand when she threaded her arm into my side.
I leaned into her ear and said, “Chin straight, little one.”
She looked up at me, smiled and walked next to me with confidence.
As we entered the party, the room of attendees parted and watched as we glided across the floor. I led Goldie straight to the bar because she was going to need a little bit of liquid encouragement.
“Jett, I wasn’t expecting you to show up with such a gorgeous treasure on your arm tonight,” Bernie said as he flanked my side. Putting on my best smile, I turned to him and held out my hand.
“Bernie, what a pleasure to see you tonight.” I brought Goldie forward and said, “This is Goldie. Goldie, this is Bernie Butler. He is the vice president over at Citi Bank.”
With precision, Goldie held out her hand with just the right bend in her wrist and allowed Bernie to take her hand in his and place a kiss on it. She shied away slightly, working it and then leaned back into me once he was done making her acquaintance. The girl was a fucking pro.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Butler.”
“Pleasure is all mine, sweetheart.” Bernie looked up at me and said, “Jett, where did you find such a delectable creature?”
I focused on not rolling my eyes from his comment and said, “She found me, Bernie,” as I looked down affectionately at Goldie.
“I can see that. That was quite an entrance you two had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you two were pretty close.”
A fake laugh escaped my throat as I patted Bernie on the shoulder. “You’re very observant, Bernie.” I looked around the room and said, “Where is Mrs. Butler?”
“Oh, she’s in the powder room, she said her face was getting shiny.” Bernie leaned forward and said, “I really think she just goes to the bathroom to go gossip like a hen. You know women.” He eyed Goldie and said, “Present company excluded.”
Goldie smiled politely but seemed a little uncomfortable, like maybe she actually did have to go to the bathroom.
I leaned down into her ear and said, “Do you have to go to the powder room?” She nodded and I responded, “Do you want me to take you?”
“No, I’ll be fine.” She kissed the side of my cheek and then walked off toward the bathrooms. This was the perfect time to discuss business without Goldie hearing me. That was one thing I was nervous about. I didn’t want her to get involved with my business deals, especially when my dad was involved in them. He was an evil bastard and I didn’t want Goldie anywhere near him.
Goldie walked away and I turned to Bernie who was watching her hips sway. He had two seconds to pull his eyes off her ass before I clocked the old man in the nuts.
With a perverted smile, Bernie averted his eyes and said, “What a fine woman. Well done, Colby.”
This was the part of my life that I hated. When I had to act like what people were saying was okay, that these creepy old men were not perverts and that we were all part of this boys club that got away with murder.
Changing the subject, I said, “So how is the loan business going? I heard there are some changes in the city that are going to be made soon, ones that need a significant amount of money.”
A sly grin spread across the evil bastard’s face as he brought a toothpick up to his mouth and started chewing on it.
“You’re a smart man, Jett.” He looked me up and down and then continued. “You want to know if your dad has come to me for money, don’t you?”
The bartender handed me my bourbon and I took a sip before answering Bernie. I leaned on the edge of the bar and said, “I don’t know how much you could really tell me that I don’t already know.” I bluffed. I had to make it seem like I knew my shit.
Bernie’s eyebrow rose as he looked at me. “Then why bring it up?”
“I just want to make sure you know that I know.” I leaned in closer, taking in his musk scent that was straight up revolting. No wonder Mrs. Butler was in the powder room. Fucking hell. “I want you to know that I know what’s going on and I’m not afraid to bring it to the city’s attention. Illegal deals with my father where he pays you under the table will not go unnoticed.”
I took a guess as to what was going on with Bernie and my dad and my guess was right because Bernie’s face blanched as he sputtered to cover up his shock.
“I…I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, Colby.”
I nodded my head and looked out into the room. “Let’s keep it that way, Bernie. I don’t play a dirty game and I never will. If someone fucks me over, they’re going to pay for it.”
I turned back around, looked Bernie in the eyes as I held out my hand. “Always a pleasure.”
“As usual,” Bernie replied as he limply shook my hand.
It looked like I got my point across from the defeated look on Bernie’s face. He was a powerful man but he knew I could take him out in seconds. I had the proof of it. Don’t fuck with me because I had video of every powerful man in this city gracing the booths of my club. I could destroy them in the matter of seconds.
Call me the devil but fuck with me or fuck with my girls and I would take you out before you could zip your pants back up.
Chapter Thirteen
“Jealous”
Lo
As I walked to the bathroom, I recognized that I actually didn’t have to go to the bathroom but in fact, I needed to calm my raging heart from Jett’s attack in the elevator. When he said he owned me, he meant it. It was like a light switch went off in him and once he claimed me, he was mine whole heartedly. I wasn’t going to lie, I kind of loved it even though our entrance was a little much, especially since I was trying to come across as a dignified woman, not some floozy for the night.
Of course Jett handled the situation with his classic poise which I tried to feed off of but it was hard when my legs were clenching together, begging for more and my body was shaking uncontrollably. That is what he did to me, he turned me into a puddle of mush with just his voice and his glare. He was dangerous but I loved walking on the side of danger¸ that was why we worked so well together.
The ballroom was grand, I didn’t expect anything less. It was on the top floor of a swanky hotel I forgot the name of because I was so wrapped up in Jett’s arms in the car. The room was covered in white, floor to ceiling, everything was white. Party goers graced the floor, dancing, laughing and mingling. The whole scene looked like it came from a movie as servers passed through the throngs of people passing out hors d’oeuvres and busying themselves with cleaning while the rich and privileged made back-handed business deals and put on their best showing. Jett was right, this was so not my scene and they were not even close to being my people.
I found the bathroom, after asking two different servers and walked in. There was a seating area in the first room with plush couches and pillows spread across the walls. I walked past the group of ladies who were all huddled together, talking and ignoring anyone who walked in and went straight for a stall that was big enough to fit ten people all together. I carefully lined the toilet with toilet paper even though the seat was probably cleaner then my belly button, lifted my dress and sat down. There was no need for underwear tonight, which Jett would find out later, something to look forward to. After he left, I took them off for…easier access. What can I say, I can be a floozy at times.
I wished I had my phone with me because I would be texting the girls about the party right now but I left it back at the club. I didn’t think it was necessary to have especially since I wasn’t carrying a clutch which was also a mistake. What if I was turning glossy like Mrs. Butler, I didn’t have anything to pat myself down with.
I tried to look at my reflection in the toilet dispenser but couldn’t get the right angle while sitting on the john. So not wanting to take my chances, I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and lightly padded my face to remove any excess “gloss.” Luckily, the toilet paper felt like it was quilted by nuns because the damn stuff was as soft as a kitten’s ass.
With my dress hiked up to my tits and my face being patted down, I thought about how Miss Mary would so disapprove but at the moment, I didn’t care. No one could see me.
I was about to get more toilet paper when I heard some voices travel over the practically blacked out bathroom stalls.
“Did you see that girl? Another flavor of the month must be.”
“Yes, but he seemed to actually care for this one. I’ve never seen him act like that toward another woman, have you?”
“No, but he could be putting on an act.”
I tried to tell myself they weren’t talking about Jett and me but I had a suspicion that wasn’t the case.
“There are a lot of men here tonight that could influence the Lot, he needs to make a good showing. He’s probably just dragging that girl around so he can boost his appeal.”
“Does he really think he’s going to get Lot 17?”
The girl laughed. “He’s Jett Colby, he thinks he can get anything.”
Just what I suspected, they were talking about Jett. Now if I only knew what they were talking about. What the hell was Lot 17? Was that another club I didn’t know about? I thought about the name and liked the way it rolled off my tongue. I would totally rock it out at Lot 17 if that was a club name.
I distracted myself with the possible club name too much as I heard the girls walk away but not before I heard one of them say, “I’m not too worried. Jett and I have a bit of a history. I will be in his club in no time.”
What?!
My ears perked up and I quickly stood up and pressed my head against the door of my stall, dress still up around my tits and gloss pad in my hand. Did I just hear her right? She was going to try to get into the club? Was she talking about the Lafayette Club or this Lot 17? Was Lot 17 even a club?
Fuck, I was so confused. I sat back on the toilet and put my head in my hands as I tried to think about what was going on and how to approach it. Did I risk it and straight up ask Jett? We were supposed to be honest with each other but I felt like our new found…relationship was too fresh, I didn’t want to push it too far. I needed to take my time and not go full Goldie on him, that would only scare the fuck out of him and I didn’t want that.
Realizing I’d been sitting on the toilet for too long, I took care of business, adjusted my dress and exited the stall. Luckily no one was waiting on me and the bathroom was clear. I didn’t feel like dealing with bathroom bitches, they were the worst.
Once I was all set, I walked back into the main ballroom and started toward the bar where I left Jett. It was funny walking by everyone because the different fragrances intermingling were quite hilarious. It was like a perfume convention and the person who wore the most was going to win a prize at the end of the night.
I spotted Jett and smiled to myself as I started to walk toward him. It was hard to miss him. He was tall, gorgeous and the most handsome and confident man in the room. He had one hand in his pocket and one hand holding his ever present bourbon. As I walked toward him, I was too busy to notice the raven-haired woman standing in front of him, talking to him and touching him…a little too much.
I shook out of my Jett trance and stopped in my tracks as I saw Jett engage with her. Never touching her but he was listening to her intently and that bothered me. Any other woman near him bothered me.
He smiled gently at her for a moment and then looked up. That was when he made eye contact with me. His polite smile turned into a full on grin as his eyes met mine. With his glass held up, he beckoned me with his finger. The power he had in that index finger of his was unbelievable.
The minute I reached Jett, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed mine. He brought our connection up to his lips and smiled down at me.
“There you are. Goldie, I would like you to meet an old friend of mine, Keylee Zinc. Keylee, this is Goldie.”
I pried my eyes off the delectable man and looked at the woman with the long black hair. As I took her in, I tried to hide the cringe in my face from the announcement of her name. What the fuck kind of name was Keylee? More like kiwi. I hid the giggle as I took her in and that’s when I started to sweat. Kiwi was a fucking bombshell. I gulped as I took her hand in mine and shook it.
“So nice to meet you, Goldie.”
Where did I hear that voice before? It was so familiar.
“Jett has not stopped talking about you since I came up to say hi.”
Bathroom bitch! Bathroom bitch!
I wanted to shout and point and let everyone know that kiwi was trying to move in on my man but instead, I pulled a number out of Miss Mary’s trainings, smiled a gracious smile, hid the devil that was trying to pour out of me and said, “Well, I hope it was all good.”
Jett leaned down into my ear and said, “It always is, little one.” He gripped my side tighter, making me flush.
Kiwi eyed us up and down and I could see the inner workings of her brain trying to figure out what was transpiring between Jett and me. I fingered my necklace, trying to give her a clue and she took the bait.
“What a beautiful necklace, Goldie.” She eyed the damn thing with her laser beam eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn she was trying to blast it off my neck.
I looked up at Jett with adoration and said, “It was a gift from Jett.”
I glanced quickly at the fuzzy fruit and saw a slight glimpse of jealousy pass over her features. I needed to find out about this hooker when I got home. I was going to do a little Goggle magic and the first two searches were going to be Keylee “bathroom bitch” Zinc and Lot 17, possible club/play room for Goldie. Who knew what the hell it was.
Kiwi cleared her throat and said, “Well, Jett, it was nice catching up with you. Maybe we can have lunch one day…to discuss things.” She leaned forward, pressed her hand against his chest and kissed the side of his cheek. I stiffened as Jett didn’t move. He didn’t lean in but he didn’t lean away either. I wanted to chastise him but then again, he couldn’t cause a scene by denying her a “friendly” goodbye.
“Nice seeing you again, Keylee.”
She turned to me and smiled. “Goldie, you’re a lucky girl. Take good care of my friend.”
The way she said friend made me want to punch her in the throat. I couldn’t stand the bitch. It was time for her to go.
Going against the etiquette I learned from Miss Mary, I nodded at the kiwi and then turned my back to her, blocking her off from Jett as I wrapped my arms around him. She must have gotten the hint because I couldn’t feel her breathing down my neck with her skank breath anymore.
Jett looked down at me with a questioning eyebrow.
“I don’t like that bitch.”
Coughing slightly from the abruptness of my statement, Jett composed himself and said, “Care to explain why?”
“She was talking in the bathroom about this new club called Lot 17 and how she was going to be a part of it with you and how you were going to ride off into the sunset fucking each other on a white steed.”
Okay, maybe I embellished a little but the bitch needed to be put in her place.
“Wow, that is quite a statement for a little bathroom pow wow.”
“I thought the same thing. She was practically talking about names for your kids.”
Jett shook his head as he disengaged my arms from around him and led me to the bar.
“This is probably a mistake since you’re already losing your mind but let’s get you a drink.”
“I’m not losing my mind,” I said as I pulled my arm away.
In seconds, Jett’s gaze lifted behind me and scanned the room for any onlookers and that was when I realized that even though it felt like we were in our own little world, we weren’t and we were being observed by everyone.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I mumbled as I straightened myself and took a deep breath.
“We will talk about this later,” Jett whispered into my ear as he gripped my arm and led me to the bar.
Double shit.
***
The rest of the night went by in a blur. Absentmindedly, I shook people’s hands, smiled and held my chin at the perfect height while Jett laughed and patted his friends on the shoulders. They never talked about anything serious when I was around but when I stepped away for a second to either get a drink or some fresh air, I saw Jett speaking to his comrades intensely but when I came back, they turned back to jovial conversations. Something was going on and I was too fucking curious. I needed to know what all the secretive talk was about but I knew I couldn’t ask, not just yet.
The night came to an end and Jett led me out to the limo to take us back home. Like a gentleman, he draped his jacket around my shoulders as we stepped outside. His jacket was entirely too big on me but I loved it. The smell of Jett Colby ran through my senses as I held on to his hand and waited for our limo to pull up. Once it did, Jett held the door open for me and I stepped in. Jett followed immediately and once the door was shut, he pushed me to the floor, pinned me down and hovered over me. I didn’t even see him swooping in. He blindsided me.
Fucking stealth move.
My chest heaved as I waited for whether or not he was going to give me a tongue lashing about the little fruit tart or if he was going to take me right there, on the limo floor. My entire body was screaming for the latter, practically begging.
“Tell me what happened,” he said as his lips started to work my jaw.
What were we talking about? What was I supposed to tell him? All my mind was thinking about was dick plus vagina makes me one happy girl.
He stopped his lip magic and said, “You’re not talking.”
“I’m sorry but it’s kind of hard to focus when you’re making out with my neck. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Why don’t you like Keylee?”
“Because she’s a skank. Why? Am I supposed to like her?”
Jett let out a frustrated breath as he looked at me. “Why don’t you like her and you have to give me a reason.”
“I told you,” I huffed out. “She was claiming you in the bathroom and was talking about Lot 17, whatever the hell that is and then before she left the bathroom, she was talking about how she was going to be in your club in no time. What the fuck does that mean? Are you going to make her a Jett Girl?”
My gut twisted from the thought of the kiwi coming to work at the Lafayette Club. I couldn’t even toy with the idea, it made me sick to my stomach.
“No, Goldie. I’m not. She is part of the elite crowd, she doesn’t need the Lafayette Club.”
“Oh,” I replied as I read his underlining statement. She was too good for it, unlike me who wouldn’t survive without the club.
“Don’t,” he reprimanded. “Don’t let one sour thought cross your mind, you got it?” I nodded and tried to keep my facial expressions even as my stomach continued to tie in knots.
“I just don’t like her. She was too friendly with you.”
“We’re friends, you know?”
“You’re mine,” I shouted, making him jump back for a second, then the most delicious smile crossed his face.
“Say it again,” he said in a husky voice as his chest heaved.
“You’re fucking mine,” I stated as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to my lips. His forearms landed on the floor and he encased my face with his strong hands. His thumbs ran circular motions around my cheeks as he kissed me back, with the same force that I was kissing him.
