Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series) (34 page)

“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.

Chapter Thirty Five

“Talk Dirty”

Goldie/Lo

“Lo, I swear to God, if your ass isn’t downstairs in five minutes you will be kissing the curb outside,” I heard Kace rage as he charged through my bedroom door with absolute fury pouring off of him.
 

I sprang from my blissful night’s sleep and looked at him and then looked for my phone, which was not on my nightstand. The only reason I would ever miss a scheduled event would be if my phone wasn’t near me, which it wasn’t and I had no clue where it was.
 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Does that look like my problem? How many times do we have to go over this?”

“I know, I know.” I grabbed my robe, threw it on and started for my closet, but then couldn’t remember what I was late for. I turned toward Kace and said, “Uh…what am I late for?”

“Un-fucking-believable. I swear to God, it’s like taking care of a two year old child when it comes to you. Could you take on some sort of responsibility for once?” Kace was seething with frustration, frustration that I genuinely didn’t mean to cause him. Sometimes I loved pushing his buttons, but this time, I really didn’t mean to upset him. “What are you doing? Stop staring at me and get your ass moving.” He interrupted my thoughts.
 

“Well, I can’t get fucking moving with you raging like a lunatic, as I’m half naked and you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.” Pushed a button.
 

He took a step closer and said in a maniacal tone, “In your fucking dreams, Lo.”

“Actually, in yours,” I countered, while placing a hand on my hip.
 

“Are you testing me? I wouldn’t fucking test me right now because I will pull your ass from the presentation tonight while all the other girls make thousands off of lap dances.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Try me.”

“She’ll be down for practice in a few minutes,” that dark, recognizable southern voice said from the other side of the room.
 

Both my head and Kace’s whipped around to see Jett standing in my doorway in a navy blue suit, white pressed shirt and gun-metal grey tie. His hair was perfect, as usual, and his blue eyes stood out against his impeccably tailored suit. He was a vision that made my lady parts whimper to have fun, to be taken up against the door frame, to be slammed to the floor and fucked senseless.

Kace shook his head in what I could only imagine was disgust and walked toward Jett. He stopped in front of him before he left my room and said something to Jett under his breath that I couldn’t catch, but from the fury blazing through Jett’s eyes, I assumed it wasn’t good.
 

Once Kace was out of the room, Jett walked toward me as my heart pounded in my chest. There was something about the man that exuded confidence and sex appeal…that made me quiver on the spot. The man had swagger and was drop-dead gorgeous to the point where I actually felt intimidated and on the verge of an orgasm all at the same time. There was no denying it, I was falling for the man that plucked me from the street and saved me, but I knew I was only setting myself up for failure because he would never return the feeling. Although, the last couple of days had made me feel differently. They had made me feel like I was an actual person in his life rather than a living, breathing vagina ready to be fucked at all times.
 

“You forgot this,” Jett interrupted my thoughts, as he stood on front of me holding my little purse.
 

“Damn, that’s where my phone is. Thanks for bringing it back down. I guess your dick fucked the brain right out of me last night, making me forget my belongings.”

“Is that right?” Jett asked, as he played with the ties on my robe.
 

“I pretty much can’t think when you’re around me,” I willingly admitted. It was true; whenever he was around me, my mind turned into complete mush and I lost all ability to make smart decisions like not fall for the man who made me sign a contract that said no love, no relationships, just sex.
 

“You don’t need to think,” he pulled my robe open and eyed me up and down, making my clit stand at attention. “You just need to feel.”
 

He pulled the robe completely off my shoulders and then continued to take me in. He grabbed my purse from my hands and tossed it to the side as he started to walk around me, eyeing every inch of my body with his appreciative appraisal. I felt him pause as he stood behind me and my breath caught in my throat as his hands slid around my waist and rested on my hip bones, barely grazing the top of my throbbing mound.
 

His lips were right next to my ear when he said, “You are such a striking woman. Your body is unlike any I have ever seen. The flair of your hips and the fullness of your breasts makes me beg to be released from the confines of my pants.” He pressed his crotch against my ass and I could feel what he was talking about.
 

Still leaning over so his lips were pressed against my ear, his hands roamed up to just below my breasts and stopped to caress the underside of my breasts. Talk about wanting to fucking explode. The roughness of his thumbs against the soft underside of my breasts was an exquisite feeling that had me throwing my head back onto his shoulder and exposing my neck to him…which he took advantage of.
 

His lips grazed the column of my neck as he started to work his way up and down, driving me completely insane. I wiggled in his grasp, trying to get him to realize that I needed release, but he continued to lightly stroke my breasts, never giving me enough pressure.
 

“Jett, please touch me.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, little one. It seems like you keep forgetting the rules. Do I need to punish you?”

“If punishing means spanking me? By all means, punish away.”

His lips caressed my ear as he gently spoke to me while running his hands back down to my hips. “Sweet little one, spanking isn’t a punishment. Your punishment would be for me to lay you down on that bed over there, spread your legs as far as they would go and eat you out to the point that your mind is going to explode and you can no longer feel your legs and then I would leave you, with no release and begging for me to finish you off. You would be sexually frustrated until I decided your punishment was over. Now, do you want that?”

“Fuck no,” I said, as I begged for that to never happen. I was already worked up and ready for my clit to pop off, so I couldn’t imagine being teased to the point of never finishing off.
 

“That’s what I thought, my not-so-elegant one.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said in a snooty voice, “please sir, spare me the displeasure of not being able to discharge the pent up bliss from your tongue.”

He softly chuckled in my ear and said, “You’re such a smart ass.”

Before I could even think of a reply, Jett picked me up and laid me across my bed, unbuttoned his suit jacket and put it to the side and then hovered over me. His federal blue eyes stared down at me, eating me alive and all I could do was stare at the perfection of his bone structure, facial scruff and hair that begged for my hands to run through it. My breaths came in short successions as I tried to anticipate his next move, but instead of connecting with me the way I wanted his hands, mouth and dick to, he just admired me as he hovered, which only ignited my need for him even more.
 

“How wet are you, little one?”

“Tidal wave status,” I breathed out.
 

“Why?”

The man was fishing for compliments and if compliments were what he needed so I got at least a little finger action, then I would tell him whatever he wanted to hear.
 

“You do this to me, you make me wet and needy beyond anything I have ever experienced. You are the only man ever to bring me to my knees, begging and pleading for release. You’re presence alone lights me up and then you smile at me or look at me with those smoldering eyes and I am putty in your hands.”

His eyes lit up from my confession. “Then why are you so damn difficult sometimes?”

“Where’s the fun in just giving you what you want right away?”

He shook his head at me and said, “You will be the death of me, you know? Your defiance ignites the short fuse I have when I’m around you and all I want to do is stuff a gag in your mouth and take what’s mine.”

“And what’s yours?” I asked.
 

He reached down and cupped my sex, making my body arch off the bed from the pressure. “This is mine, little one. This is mine and no one else’s, you hear me?”

“There is no one else Jett. I am yours.”

A growl exploded through Jett’s throat as he leaned down and took my mouth in his. I wasn’t ready for the full frontal attack he made on my lips, but quickly caught up once he slipped his tongue in my mouth and stroked me with the upmost precision. There was something to be said about making out and Jett could give a God damn class about it with the way his mouth twisted around mine, making all my nerves fire with desire.
 

His hand glided down to my mound and dived deep into the depths of my wanting need. I screamed into his mouth as he didn’t let up with his tongue. His other hand had me pinned down to the bed, so there was no possibility of me moving. I was completely at his mercy and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
 

His fingers scooped up into the expanse of my pussy and hit my g-spot with full force. I could barely breathe from the assault of his tongue and then then feeling that was running through my lower half had me gasping for air as I sought release. I moaned into his mouth as he swirled his fingers inside me and then pressed up in one quick motion.
 

A tingling sensation started to creep up from my toes and take over all the feeling in my legs as pressure built against my clit. There was too much pressure as the rest of my body went numb and his tongue drove into mine. I couldn’t take it anymore as he plunged one last time. A black abyss took over my vision as I cried out obscenities, spoke to God, and thrashed about on my bed as I exploded all over Jett’s fingers…his glorious and magical fingers.
 

My arm flew over my eyes as I tried to steady my raging heart. I heard Jett chuckle from above me so I peeked over my arm to see what he was laughing at.
 

“Satisfied?” He smiled down at me.
 

I smiled back and said, “They don’t call it a finger hut for no reason.”

“Jesus,” he muttered as he quirked a lopsided grin at me. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me again?”

“Later, little one. I have a meeting to get to and you have practice to attend, which I can only imagine the anger Kace has right now from you being late, but don’t worry about it; I will send him a text.” He kissed me on the forehead and his forehead crinkled as he looked down at me.
 

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re mine, right Goldie?” he asked insecurely.

“Yes, I told you that.”

“Tonight is the first night you will perform lap dances for the members. I don’t like it.” He ran his hands through his hair.
 

“Don’t take them away…”

“I’m not going to. I just want to know that you will be thinking of me.”

I leaned up and took Jett’s face in my hand. “There isn’t a minute that goes by that I don’t think of you somehow. You saved me Jett, you are the reason why I am here and not being mauled by men at Kitten’s Castle. Believe me, when I am grinding against other men tonight, I will be wishing it’s your marvelous cock that is pressing against my ass.”

He blew out an exasperated breath as he studied my face and leaned into my hand. “See you tonight?”

“See you, tonight.”

He leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips and then pulled away. I watched him grab his jacket and walk toward my door. Before he left, he turned and looked at me one last time before giving me a shy smile and walking out.