Текст книги "Becoming a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Thirty Three
“Falling Slowly”
Goldie/Lo
“Never in my life have I seen a woman devour an entire plate of raw oysters before. I must say, I’m impressed,” Jett said, as he leaned back in his chair and eyed me up and down.
I licked my fingers and said, “That’s because you’ve been hanging out with wafer-thin blondes for far too long.”
Jett chuckled. “I didn’t know the color of hair on a woman depicted their eating habits.”
I leaned over and patted Jett on the cheek, “Oh how little you know, dear sir.”
I pulled out the napkin I’d shoved down the front of my dress as a bib and wiped my mouth before crumpling it and throwing it down on my plate.
Jett just shook his head and said, “Quite the lady you are.”
“Hey, just be happy I’m not picking my damn teeth with my fork right now.”
Jett gestured with his arm, “By all means, pick away. It would go right along with your napkin fashion statement.”
“Why Jett Colby, you are truly showing your inner snob right now and it’s not the least bit flattering.”
A brief flash of pain crossed his face as he took in my statement. I was about to say I was only kidding when he waved his hand for the check and pulled out his phone. “I need to make a call, I’ll be back.”
At that moment, I was jolted out of the infatuation haze that I had been in ever since I saw Jett leaning against his car back at the house. I wondered if I’d said something wrong, if my comment actually hurt him. I was only kidding, but clearly he didn’t get it with the way he fled the table, as if I had dragon breath and he couldn’t stand to be around me anymore.
Questioning my state of breath after raw oysters, I cautiously blew into my hand and took a quick sniff. Not minty fresh, but not a shit mouth either…alright, couldn’t be the breath. I pulled out my compact and took a look at my face and didn’t find any stray boogers or eye goops.
Sooo…it must have been my comment. Now feeling guilty, I waited impatiently for Jett to come back to the table. He was a hard man to read. At one point, he was tenderly kissing my shoulders, my cheek, my hand, but then the next minute he was retreating, physically and emotionally. I was getting mixed signals and, frankly, didn’t know what to do about it.
A part of me wanted to throw caution into the wind and press my lips against his and take what I wanted. It wasn’t lost on me that he hadn’t kissed me on the lips yet. I could see that he wanted to, but he never did…which, being a woman with needs, his limited action were driving me crazy, as if he was doing it on purpose. Fucker.
I saw him walk back as he looked down at his phone with a crinkle in his forehead.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.” He sat down and grabbed the check the waiter left. He put more than enough cash in the black check folder and got up.
The mood between us dramatically changed and I didn’t know what to do to make it better. I felt stupid for saying something that wasn’t to his liking. I felt almost ignorant for not knowing how to act like a “lady” around him. I knew the bib napkin was a little much, but I didn’t want oyster juice all over my pretty dress.
I threw the strap of my purse over my shoulder and fiddled with my dress before I stood up. The minute I looked up, Jett was at my side, holding his hand out for me.
I gripped his hand with mine, not knowing what to say or how to react as he pulled me up next to his body. I raised my hand to his cheek and said, “I’m sorry if I offended you…”
“You didn’t. I’m sorry I freaked out for a second. You were right, I was showing my inner snob to you and it was the last thing I wanted to do, to make you feel less than me because that is not even close to the truth. You are so far above me in so many ways; it’s not right for me to make you feel less.”
I snorted, not meaning to offend him. “I am, by no means, above you. Hell, I used to have sex for money.”
The side of Jett’s cheek clenched as he took in my words. “I am aware and that won’t be happening again, especially now that you are mine.”
We were walking out of the restaurant when he casually said I was his. I pulled on his hand that was holding mine and looked him in the eyes. “Jett, what is this?”
“What is what?” he asked, seriously perplexed.
His car pulled up to the curb and the man who met us at the beginning of our date now opened the door for me and shut it for me as Jett got in the driver side.
I thought about dropping the subject, but the inner annoying girl in me was starting to come out, thanks to a couple of drinks…so I asked again, “What is going on between us?”
Smoothly, Jett pulled out into the streets and started working his way toward the Garden District, indicating that our night was over.
“I still don’t understand? Do you want a definition of our relationship?”
“Well, I guess so…”
“That was made clear when you signed the papers to be a Jett Girl in training. Do you need to go over them again?”
The cold Jett Colby had reappeared, putting me in my place. It was foolish of me to think that there was a possibility of something else going on between us, even though at times it felt like Jett wanted more, like he wanted me, needed me for more than just a booty call at night. I guess I was reading him wrong.
“No, that’s okay,” I responded, as I looked out the side of the car, watching the dim lights of the city pass by. We rode in silence for the rest of our date and what felt like forever was only minutes until we pulled into the driveway of the house.
I opened my door, not waiting for Jett to open it, not wanting him to open it. Why would I, if we were only bound by a contract? I walked toward the house as Jett called out my name.
“Goldie, where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room,” I replied, not turning back around.
I heard him walking toward me and my brain was telling me to keep going, but my treacherous body didn’t move.
“We’re not done here. I have something else planned for us,” he said right next to my ear, sending a chill up my body.
“I’m not in the mood for the Bourbon Room, Jett,” I lied.
“I’m not talking about the Bourbon Room.” His hands ran up my arms and he gently turned me around. His eyes were laced with insecurity as he said, “Come with me.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t say no. There was no way of denying him what he wanted when he looked at me like that. His soulful eyes had a power over me that was unmistakable; he owned me.
I nodded my head as he led me up a back set of stairs that ran up the outside of the house. Once we got to the top, there was an old Crosley record player set up next to a picnic basket, a mini telescope, and an assorted mountain of blankets.
He turned to me and said, “Will you join me?”
I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded my head. “I never took you for a star gazer.”
“I’m not,” he said matter-of-factly as he helped me down onto one of the cushioned blankets. “You’d be surprised at the things people do, not thinking they’re being watched.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You’re a peeping Tom, a Pervy McPerv-ee-son, you are a total creeper.”
He shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Guilty,” with no hint of embarrassment.
He sat down on the blanket after he turned on the music to some classic New Orleans jazz. Once he settled, he said, “This won’t do.”
“What won’t do?”
He dragged me over in front of him so I was nestled between his legs and leaned against his chest.
“Much better,” he said into my ear. “Are you cold?”
Ha! More like my pussy was on fire from the way he kept whispering seductively into my ear, but I didn’t say that. Instead, I just shook my head no.
“If you get cold, let me know. There are plenty of blankets. I don’t need my little one freezing her nipples off.”
I laughed as he grabbed the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Now listen, I have seen you drink and the effect it has on you, so I am limiting you to one glass, I don’t need you making out with any girls or speaking into your shoe, calling me vagina face.”
I whipped my head around and said, “Vagina face? What are you talking about?”
He laughed to himself and said, “Remind me to show you some security footage later.”
“Oh Jesus. Can’t wait to see how big of an ass I made of myself that night.”
“I got a good laugh out of it.”
“Glad I could entertain.” He handed me a glass and I took it, making sure to take small sips, unlike the normal gulps I was accustomed to. “So, who are we going to spy on first?”
Jett picked up his telescope and popped off the lens cover. “Let’s see if the Mastersons are up right now.” He looked straight ahead and I could feel the vibration of his chuckle against my back as he studied what was in front of us.
“What?” I asked, completely curious.
“Looks like Mr. Masterson is practicing his scarf dancing again. Damn, you are going to get a good show.”
“Ooo, let me see.”
He handed me the telescope and pointed me in the right direction. It took me a couple of seconds to focus because, once he let go of the telescope, he wrapped his arms around my body and rested his chin on my shoulder. I tried not to think about the intimate position we were in, but it was hard not to when I had his strong body wrapped around me.
“Do you see him?” he asked, as he snapped me out of my haze.
Pushing back my thoughts, I focused on what was coming through the telescope. There was a balding man, who was significantly overweight, with man-fupa and titties almost bigger than mine prancing around a classically decorated living room, flinging scarves around like a damn belly dancer.
I pulled away and said, “That is so wrong on so many levels and, frankly, it disturbs me that you watch this.”
“Just keep watching,” Jett said, as he tickled my side.
“Knock that off,” I said, as I tried to focus.
My eye caught something that kept reflecting light, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
“What is that…?”
“Keep looking,” Jett encouraged, while placing light kisses around my neck.
“If you are trying to turn me on by me watching Mr. Tubby over there make it rain with his dance moves, then you have the completely wrong idea.”
Laughing, Jett said, “Just keep watching.”
I rolled my eyes and returned to my post. I kept seeing the glimmer of something reflect off of the lights in his place, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure it out until I saw who I assumed was Mrs. Masterson walk into the room. She was also a well-fed lady with a sizeable bush that, frankly, it looked like she was proud of. I guess I would be proud of that forest too if I let it spread to the sides of my thighs.
“That’s some impressive lap broccoli Mrs. Masterson has going on,” I commented as I continued to stare.
“Shit,” Jett chuckled, “You owe me for that visual.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” I paused for a second and then continued, “What the hell are they doing? And why does Mrs. Masterson have a fishing pole?”
The minute “fishing pole” came out of my mouth, she whipped it back and then cast the rod right at Mr. Masterson’s manhood. I saw her hook snatch and grab ahold of something, signaling to her that it was time to reel in her catch. She was now sitting on the couch as Mr. Masterson started walking toward her.
“What the fuck…is that a…aww fucking Christ,” I said as I pulled away as Jett started laughing from the pit of his belly. I looked back through the telescope and confirmed that Mr. Masterson had, in fact, pierced his dick and had a hoop going through his flesh that Mrs. Masterson hooked her fishing line on and reeled in her catch, which only led her to start sucking her husband off.
“I think I might puke.” I turned around and playfully whacked Jett in the chest. “Why would you make me watch that?”
He was still laughing as I downed my glass of wine. “I get another glass for that shit. What is wrong with you?”
He was wiping tears from his eyes. “Quite the fisherman, Mrs. Masterson is, don’t you think?”
“I hate you.”
I started to get up, but Jett grabbed me and pulled me down on his chest as he lay down. My belly pressed against his and our faces were mere inches apart.
“You don’t hate me,” he said with a smile.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
His hands ran up to my face as he looked me in the eyes. The laughing was completely gone as he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, making me revel in the way he so gently touched me, making me think that there was the possibility that there might be more to us than just a Jett Girl contract.
He glanced down at my lips and my stomach churned at the thought of him actually kissing me. I instantly started to get nervous as he lowered my head down to his and carefully placed a whisper of a kiss across my lips. The contact was so light that I thought for a second we didn’t even touch, but when he went back for second helpings, I knew that we did.
His lips were soft and eager as they matched mine perfectly. There was nothing carnal about our kiss, it was sweet, caring and protective, a side of Jett that I was falling hard and fast for. He didn’t show that side of him very often, especially in the Bourbon Room, but it was moments like this, or when I received his letters, that I saw the man that I saw now…a protector.
Reluctantly, he pulled away just before I went all animalistic on him and devoured his mouth with mine. He smiled up at me and then gently placed a kiss on my forehead. He shifted my body so I was now resting my head on his shoulder and we were both looking up at the sky. He reached to the side and, in seconds, I was blanketed by warmth.
“You seemed cold,” he murmured into my ear. “Watch the stars with me.” He said it more as a statement rather than a question, but instead of fighting, I conceded because, at the moment, there was nothing more I wanted than to lie next to Jett Colby, cocooned in his warmth and watching the clear night sky twinkle with possibilities.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Wild One”
Jett
“Are you cold?” I asked Goldie as she stood in the middle of the Bourbon Room rubbing her shoulders. We spent more time outside than I expected and I thought I did a good job covering her up with blankets, but as she stood before me, in her little yellow sundress, she shivered.
“No, not at all.”
I walked up to her and rubbed the side of her face with my thumb. She turned her face into my touch and I reveled in the way her soft skin felt against my hardened thumb.
“Then why are you shivering, little one?”
“I don’t know. I guess you make me nervous sometimes.”
“Nervous?” I felt like I was smacked in the face by her confession. I never wanted to make my girls nervous, ever.
She pressed her palms against my chest and shook her head. “No, not bad nervous. Good nervous. I don’t know what to expect from you when I come in here, so I get nervous excited as I anticipate what you are going to say to me.”
I moved closer to her and put my hands on her hips. “Is that right?” I felt a smile slowly spread across my face. “And what might you be anticipating tonight?”
She shrugged her shoulders as she looked down. I placed my hand under her chin so she was forced to make eye contact with me.
“I would have thought from the last time we were here together, you would have learned to keep your eyes trained on mine. Do I need to teach you a lesson on proper eye contact?”
“No, it’s just intimidating sometimes…to be near you.”
“Come,” I said as I pulled her over to the bed, she followed without putting up a fight.
Before I had her lay down, I reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress and let the yellow cotton perfection fall to the floor. She was wearing a perfect set of black lingerie, but as I looked at her, I felt it didn’t quite fit her personality.
“I need to get you new lingerie.”
“What?” Clearly, she wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“This color doesn’t suit you. You belong in yellow…it’s evident after seeing you in that dress all day. You are breathtaking in yellow.”
“Jett, all the girls wear black.”
“No, they wear purple with black lace. You will wear yellow when you don’t have to wear a classic Jett Girl outfit.”
“I shouldn’t get any kind of special treatment. I technically don’t even…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I said rather sternly. “If I decide you wear yellow, then that is what you will wear. I will have Kace put in an order tomorrow.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “There’s no reasoning with you, is there?”
“I don’t know what reasoning is,” I said as I ran my thumb against her bottom lip. “Do you have something to say to me?”
“I don’t know. Do I?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
“Don’t toy with me, little one. What did I tell you about playing games?”
“You like them?” she said with complete innocence.
I shook my head at her insolence, not being able to contain the humor rushing through my body. Out of all the girls, she had the biggest balls when it came to disobeying me. How this petite woman could make me forget all of my morals and rules was beyond me. She had the ability to make me forget everything I built for myself the past couple of years and she broke down every damn wall I put up. The thought was unnerving. I knew I needed to put my guard up, but as I looked at her, I knew I couldn’t, at least not tonight. Tonight I had to get lost in her, in the sparkle of her eyes and the smirk of her mouth. She captivated me and there was no way I would be able to break her trance tonight.
“Goldie…” I tried to say in a warning tone, but she could see right through me.
She shook her body out and then lifted her chin to look me directly in the eyes. “I am here to submit to you.”
“Good girl.” I leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips, not because I wanted to, but because I absolutely needed to. The minute I felt her lips on mine up on the roof, I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head and I needed more.
“Strip for me,” I ordered
“What do you want off first?”
“Panties, I need to see if you’re wet for me. Once you take them off, lay on the bed and spread your legs.”
Without missing a beat, she rested her body on the plush comforter and took her thong off, exposing herself completely to me. I turned away from her and walked to the bar to get myself a drink. I would let her wait it out for a little while. The little tease needed to learn some patience.
“What are you doing?” she asked, as I sipped on the drink I poured myself.
“Were you told you could speak?”
She shook her head and then raised her hand…actually raised her hand like she was in a damn classroom.
I rolled my eyes and said, “Yes, can I help you?”
“Uh, aren’t you going to give me the old dipstick?”
“Dipstick?”
“You know…check my liquid level.”
I smiled as I put her little car analogy together. “No, I am not. I am just going to admire the view.”
She moved her hand down and put her fingers in her sweet pussy. Shock went straight through my belly as she deliberately disobeyed me by not laying still. She moaned as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. I just stood there, drink in hand, in utter shock and a state of arousal from seeing the rebel finger herself. Fuck.
She pulled her fingers out and said, “Maximum level of wetness…sir.”
I turned away from her, so she couldn’t see the damn smile that crossed my face. Damn it! I wanted to pound on the bar of the counter from the way she made me feel but I refrained. I had to show no tells, especially where Goldie was concerned.
I downed my drink in one quick swoop and then walked over to her with a neutral look on my face, trying not to let her know how fucking cute I thought she was. Fucking cute…Jesus, I needed to drop to the floor and try to locate wherever the hell my fucking balls went.
When her eyes widened as she looked at my arousal, I lost it. Something inside of me snapped and I lost control. I pounced on her like a lion on its prey; she had no hope of surviving.
She squealed as I unclasped her bra and sucked in her sweet pink nipples that were tight and provoked, just begging for my tongue.
“You drive me crazy,” I confessed, as I moved over to her other breast. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips thrust into my cock, searching for some pressure, some release. “Do not push your luck, little one,” I said, as I stilled her hips and continued to suck on her breasts as if they were my one and only lifeline.
“Fuck…Jett, please.”
“Patience, little one. You will get what you want.”
I reluctantly pulled away from her and slowly took my clothes off as she eyed me with pure desire in her eyes. She licked her lips as she took in my entire body. My erect cock grew to an uncomfortable throb from her blatant display of wanting.
She sat up, once again going against everything I told her and ran her hands up my body, tracing every contour and ripple on my chest. Her small hands were an aphrodisiac that sent me flying as she worked my body with her dainty fingers.
“You’re not very good at listening tonight, are you? Do I need to tie you up again?”
“I just want to feel you, Jett,” she said with hopeful eyes.
Fuck me. I kept my breathing steady as my heart pounded against my chest. Things were getting too close, she was getting too close. I was leading her on, hell, I was leading myself on.
“Turn around,” I ordered, using my deep, domineering voice to show her I meant business. I needed to fuck her and then send her on her way. I would edge my craving and then move on because emotions between the two of us were starting to get out of hand.
“Now,” I said, as she looked up at me, searching my eyes for the intimate man she was just with up on the roof. I knew that’s who she wanted, fuck, that’s who I wanted to be, but I knew it wasn’t an option…ever.
Just as she turned around, I bent her over the bed and spread her legs. Running my hand up her back, I used my other hand to test if she truly was ready. The minute I hit her soft folds, I knew I was in trouble as a hiss escaped my lips at how absolutely wet she was. My dick begged to be lodged in her, plunging relentlessly and taking what I so desperately wanted.
I flipped her body over so now she was facing me, brought her legs up so her calves rested on my shoulders and plunged into her. The minute my cock broke through her warm center, she screamed my name in utter pleasure, making my cock jump.
“Fuck…” I moaned, as I grabbed her hips and rocked into her. “You feel so good.”
“Jesus. I am going to fucking come,” she announced.
“Don’t you dare,” I groaned as I continued to pump into her.
“Jett, please.”
I looked down at her and her eyes were trained on mine, glassed over in pleasure and begging for release. At that moment, I pulled out of her completely and dropped her legs to the floor. A guttural cry came out of her as she looked up at me with confusion.
“What…what’s going on?”
“Time to leave.”
She sat up and looked at me as if I had just cut her in half.
“Why,” she practically whispered as she came up next to me.
Why was a good question. Why was I torturing myself? When I looked down at her again, I knew why I was torturing the both of us…because the heat between us was too intense, my need for her was overpowering and I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t need her, that, in fact, I could do without her.
“I’m done with you. I’ll have Kace send Pepper up.”
There, that would do it, I thought, as I walked over to the chair that was in the room and sat down, avoiding all eye contact. I didn’t dare look at her face because I couldn’t stand to see the broken look she was going to give me. I knew I was being an ass and I was being an ass for a reason; I needed her out of the room, I needed to take a step back and put my life back together that she so easily blew through.
The day was a mistake, taking her out, learning more about her…fucking kissing her. Fuck, what was I thinking?
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize she was in front of me until she actually sat down on my lap and put her hands on both sides of my face so I had to look at her. She pulled my head toward hers and pressed her lips against mine.
Fuck me, I lost my battle of wills as her tongue slipped in my mouth and took exactly what she wanted, every last ounce of control I had. My tongue played with hers as my hands ran up her delectable body. She propped herself up and then slid her warm heat over my cock, causing a strangled moan to escape my mouth.
“I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want me. I know you do.”
I pressed my head against her forehead and shook it. “I don’t want to want you.”
“Why not?” she asked, as she started to rock up and down my hard length.
“You’re dangerous,” I admitted.
“Mmm…and, like, you’re not?”
“I am; that’s why you need to stop what you’re doing and leave.”
She continued to slowly torture me and unravel every muscle in my body to the point of feeling nothing but the tight sheath around my aching cock.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She swirled her hips as she lifted up off of me and then slammed back down.
“Fuck…no.”
When did I ever give up control? I was so out of my element it was absurd what Goldie could do to me, but there was no stopping her. I picked her up and placed her on the ground. I spread her legs as far as they would go and fucked her. My hips flew in a rhythm that was indescribable. Sweat trickled down my back as I flexed my hips to the point that I thought I was going to get a cramp, but there was no stopping me.
“Oh God, oh fuck…,” Goldie screamed, as I continued to bury myself in her while holding her hips.
I looked down at her and found her staring intently at me. She lifted her body and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me with everything she had and that was all it took. I bit down on her lip as I exploded into her at the same time she cried out and went stiff as we both sought release for our orgasms.
Everything went dark as I feverishly pumped into her, expelling every last ounce of energy I had into her body. As I finally collapsed on top of her, I felt her arms wrap around me and lightly rub my back as we both tried to come back down from the high we were on.
I tried to ignore the fact that I liked the way she touched me and comforted me, but hell if I could. Instead of getting off of her instantly like I normally did, I sank down into her and let her comfort me. I would give her tonight and then I would move on. I had to; I had a business to run I had my fucking heart to protect. As I leaned down and kissed her delectable lips I thought, maybe I would give her tonight and tomorrow morning as well; it was too hard to just quit Goldie cold turkey. I had to ease her out of my system.
