Jett (15 page)

“For fuck’s sake, Colt, sit the fuck down.  Here,” I said, pushing away the chair next to me so he could sit down.

“No, I’m fine,” he grunted.

“No, you aren’t.  You’re fucking embarrassing me, sit the fuck down, please.”

He growled, but he sat down.  

“That’s better.  Here!” I said, handing him a fistful of dollar bills.  He took them, and smiled at me, shaking his head.

“Goddamn, Jett, you aren’t making my job easy,” he said.

“Well, I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to make it hard.  Let’s just have fun for a little while, and then we’ll leave.”

I turned away from him, his handsomeness threatening to make me give in and leave just to make him happy.  But I couldn’t.  How could I when I had a gorgeous woman making her way over to me, my lap full of money to give to her, and a full glass of whiskey to drink?

I threw a bunch of money on the stage in front of us, and she slithered over to us, wearing nothing at all but a bounty of colorful tattoos, blue hair and the prettiest smile I had seen in a long time.  She moved my drink as I smiled up at her.  Sinking to her knees she put one hand on my shoulder, one hand on Colt’s shoulder, and arching her back, she pressed her small, perky breasts into first my face and then Colt’s. I laughed and moaned in pleasure, deeply inhaling her flowery scent, her cheek brushing against mine seductively.

Slowly, and with her sweet smile still on her face, she moved away and danced over to another customer.  I turned to look at Colt, and my heart stopped when I saw the way he was looking at me.

What was it? Passion? Anger? It was hard to tell, and if I hadn’t been drinking, it might have scared me.  Instead, it intrigued me.  I wanted to delve into it and see what I could find there.  I knew Colt had a dark side, I knew he didn’t want me to see it, he didn’t think I could handle it.  If only he’d give me a chance to show him exactly how well I could handle him, then maybe I could unleash that darkness a little.  It was obvious he needed me just as much as I needed him.

The question was how to get there.  

****

Two hours and four whiskeys later, I was having the time of my life.  I had chosen three different women for private dances, one of which was the blue-haired girl that I had quickly become fond of.  Her name was Austin, and she was currently sitting in the booth with Colt and me.  Jesse was sitting at a nearby table with another dancer he had been talking to for a while.  

Austin was smart, sexy, and as I found out in one of the private booths about an hour ago, an excellent kisser.  Her hands were all over me, as we snuggled up against each other and flirted as the night wore on.  Colt didn’t say much, but I could tell he was at least attempting to appear less uptight.  And as much as he tried to be discreet about it, I caught his gaze lingering several times on a few of the girls.  Instead of making me jealous, it turned me on even more.  At least I knew he was human.  I wondered if his cock was hard.  I would have loved to have reached over to find out for myself, but I knew he would have been less than pleased about that.

I had to respect that he was trying to do his job.  I hadn’t thought about Crazy Jack once all night and I was thankful for that.  If Colt hadn’t been there, with his hands folded over his chest ready to strike at any time, then I might have been more worried.  But now with my defenses down, I had half a mind to fire him, just so I could discover exactly what was waiting for me in those jeans.

My respect for him doing a good job was quickly being overridden by my desire to feel him inside of me, and my body was screaming at me to accommodate it.  

“Hey, beautiful,” I said to the very attentive Austin next to me, “how about we continue this party at my hotel room?  You can bring a few friends if you want.”

Austin smiled in agreement.

“I’d fucking love that! Let me get my things and get dressed.  I know just who to bring.”  She was wearing the tiniest bra and panties in existence.  “I’ll be right back,” she said, pressing against me and kissing me quickly before sliding out of the booth.  I watched as she sashayed across the floor, and disappeared into a back room.

“That’s not going to happen,” Colt said, his voice harsh and firm.

“Excuse me?” I said, turning back to him.

“You’re not going to be bringing those girls back to the hotel.  They could tell anyone where you are.  They’d probably have the name of your hotel tweeted before they even walked in the door. It’s not happening.”

“Colt,” I said, my voice slurring slightly. “It’s happening.  This is what I do.”

“This is not what you’re going to be doing as long as I’m here to watch over you,” he said.

“I hired you to be my bodyguard, not my fucking father,” I replied.  Fuck him if he thought he was going to get away with telling me what to do!  Now he was just pissing me off.

“Why, Jett? Why do you need to do this? Isn’t your safety more important?”

“Actually, Colt,” I said, sliding out of the booth, suddenly feeling claustrophobic behind the big mahogany table. “It’s not.”

Colt stood up, too, his frame towering over me, a hulk of intimidating sexiness.

“How can you say that, Jett?” His eyes softened, and filled with concern.  “Your safety has to come first. Before anything.”

“Not tonight, Colt,” I replied, knowing I was being stubborn, but at this point, I didn’t care.  I knew what I needed, and that was a release.  A release that I could only find when I was naked with another human being.  I needed connection.  However I found that, that was what I needed before this night ended.

“Tonight, I’m getting laid.  I’m sorry if that bothers you.  To tell you the truth, I’d much rather be having sex with you, because that’s all I can fucking think about.  Just having you around and not being able to touch you, because of some self-imposed ban you’ve decided can’t be broken, is driving me out of my fucking mind, Colt!  I can’t take it anymore.  And if I can’t fuck you, I’m fucking this girl.  I’ll let you be the one to choose!”  My voice had risen above the din of the crowd, but I didn’t give a shit.  I had had enough.  Either Colt was going to give me what I wanted, or I was going to get it somewhere else.  It was as simple as that.  At least in my drunken haze, it was.

Colt’s eyes raged as he held my gaze, the boiling anger only adding to my desire.  I wanted to sink my fingers in his hair, pull him to me, and feel the searing heat of his lips again. Time seemed to stop, and I felt the crowd watching us, an entire room full of people hanging on to Colt’s next move.

“Goddammit, Jett!” he roared, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the exit.

****

The ride to the hotel was grueling, and thankfully very short.  Jesse had jumped in the back of the limo, quickly following behind a very angry Colt as he pulled me in with him.   I could have protested, I could have egged him on just a little more, but I was even more intrigued to see exactly what his intentions were.

When we got to the hotel, we took the private elevator to the penthouse.  Colt didn’t say a word until after he opened the penthouse door.  

“Stay here.  Let me look around first,” he instructed me.  I waited in the hallway with Jesse, the silence between us awkward and hilarious all at the same time.  When Colt returned, he handed Jesse a six pack of beer, a bottle of whiskey and a fruit and veggie tray. 

“That’s all that’s in here.  Stand guard.  Yell if you need me, you hear?” he said to Jesse.

“You got it, Colt,” Jesse said.

Colt turned his gaze to me, grabbed my hand once again, and roughly pulled me inside, closing the door after us.  I knew he was pissed, and the guilt of being the cause of it seeped through my defenses.  I looked at him sheepishly, then looked down at the floor.

“Colt, I’m sorry, I —,” 

His lips smashed into mine before I even knew he had closed the distance between us.  The force of his approach pushed me against the wall, and his body pressed into me, his hands everywhere all at once, his lips kneading into mine, his kiss hot, electric, pulsing and hungry.

Hungry.  Like a starving man, he began to devour my lips, his kisses became savage and searching, his hands pulling at my clothes, pushing at my waist and hips, then pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh.  

“Colt!” I whispered, my lips breaking away, my lungs gasping for air. 

“Shhh…” he said, his lips on my neck, his kisses trailing lower and lower as his arms wrapped around my waist.  

“Colt!” I whispered again.  I didn’t know what to say, but I felt like I should say something.  I didn’t want him to fuck me out of spite, or anger, or some other fucked up reason.  I wanted him to want me, just as much as I wanted him.

“Don’t,” he grunted, “just stop…”  His head dipped down, his kisses hot on the top of my breasts.

“But Colt, please!” I said, pushing away from him.  

“What, goddammit!?” I looked at him, and everything exploded inside of me.  His hair had fallen over one eye, feathering his rugged features, his gaze intense and fiery.  His lips were swollen and red, and I had an intense need to lick them.

“I just…um…you don’t have to do this. If you don’t want to…if you don’t want me…” I couldn’t find the right words.  My head was cloudy, the words slurred out of me in a mixture of insecurity and confusion, and I groaned inwardly as I heard my voice.

But the look in Colt’s eyes told me that I didn’t need to say a word.  He grabbed my hand, pushing it down between his legs as he growled at me.  The heat of his hardness throbbed in my hand and I licked my lips in desire.

“There! Does that tell you how much I want you? Fuck, Jett…you kill me.  I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life. Do you know how many women I’ve slept with? And with every one of them, do you know who’s face I saw? It’s always been you, Jett. Can’t you see that?”

My breath caught in my throat, and whatever words I could have used to reply died before they could escape from my lips.

“No?” he asked, pressing my hand harder against him. “Doesn’t that tell you everything you need to know, goddammit?  Isn’t this what you asked for?”

His eyes flashed with anger, and I whimpered under their assault.  They raked over my body, darkening with desire before his mouth caught mine again, the heat of his lips, his hands, his body enveloping me in a thick blanket of passion and yearning.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice low, his face millimeters from mine.

“Yes. I, god yes, I —,” his lips were on me again, my words lost in his passionate kiss.

I melted under his touch, my arms wrapping around him, my mouth opening to his, our tongues twirling together, deeply searching for the closeness we were both so desperate for.  

His hands tucked under my ass, lifting me up, his cock pressing into my center as I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me harder, his cock almost hurting me as it pressed into my center.  I moaned, arching my back and pushing my breasts against him.  He shifted his weight, easily lifting me away from the wall and carrying me into the bedroom.  

Without tearing his lips from mine, he placed me on the bed, his heaviness delicious as his kisses turned fiercely rough.  And I loved it.  I needed it.  I was overwhelmed by the need to be as close to him as possible.  His skin slid smoothly under my hands, his hair falling into my face as everything outside of our embrace melted away.

Impatiently, his mouth broke away from mine, and he smiled down at me, his eyes full of purpose and hunger.  He pushed my jacket from my shoulders, and pulled my tank top over my head.  Smiling up at him, my pussy throbbed in anticipation as he began to unbutton my jeans quickly.  

“Colt,” I began again, but once again he stopped me.

“Jett. Hush. Listen to me,” he pulled my boots and jeans off quickly, his words slow and methodical in contrast.  I watched in awe, his muscles moving under the moonlight streaming in through the window.

“Tomorrow, we can talk,” he said, as he began undressing.  It was like a symphony of flesh began in front of me.  His cut fell to the floor first, and his cotton shirt stretched up his torso, as inch by inch of his washboard stomach came into view, followed by the perfect outline of his chiseled chest and shoulders.  My eyes followed along his sculpted arm as he flung the shirt to the ground. 

When I looked back, the fire in his eyes raged.  

“But for tonight,” he continued, his fingers deftly working the buttons of his jeans.  He slid them down his hips, and along with his boxers, they joined the growing pile on the floor.  When he stood up, his arousal was magnificent and undeniable.