Jett (21 page)

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The muffled sound of my phone ringing woke us up. Reluctantly untangling myself from Jett, I jumped up and searched for it in my still wet jeans.

“Rusty!” I answered, suddenly feeling like an asshole for not calling him sooner.

“Colt, we’ve got a location for you.  Seth tracked it down in some old tax files.”

“I found her, Rusty!”

“You did? That’s excellent, brother.  Is everything okay?”

“Yes, she’s safe, she’s fine.  I’ll be heading back to help you with everything as soon as the sun comes up in the morning.”

“No, brother, that’s no necessary.  You stay there as long as you need to, take a little time to recover.  Both of you probably need it.  I can take care of things on this end.  We’ve already got everything cleaned up and removed.  Sam and Seth are still here.  They took care of canceling everything, and haven’t uttered a word to anyone about what went down.”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help, Rusty?  This is my mess to clean up.”

“I’m sure, Colt.  You stay there.  But be careful, and watch your back, brother.  This shit is far from over.  And if you need my help, anytime, you call and the club and I will be on our way.  Seriously, don’t hesitate to call us.”

“Rusty, I can’t thank you enough.  I love you, man.”  My voice was cracking, and the reality of Jesse’s death was beginning to hit me hard.  And when something hits me hard, it usually results in a lot of aggression, if not anger.  I looked over at Jett smiling patiently at me, completely naked, her long black hair flowing over her bare shoulders, the curves of her breasts calling out for me to touch them, and most of my anger faded away.  

“I love you, too, brother.  So does everyone else.  Do you want me to turn Sam and Seth loose?  I think we’ve impressed upon them the importance of keeping their mouths shut.”

“Yeah, let them go.” I said.  Jett gestured to me, asking to talk to Seth.

“Hey Rusty, can you give the phone to Seth, brother? Jett wants to talk to him.”

“Of course, hold on,” he said.

I listened as Jett told Seth she was taking a much needed break.  I was proud of her.  She didn’t waste a bunch of time asking permission or explaining herself, she simply stated what she was doing and that was that.

“Make sure you pay everyone anyway, you understand?  I don’t care how much money we lose.  We can afford it.”  She was firm, and in control, and my cock twitched, coming to life again as I watched her lips moving.  

Impatiently, I took the phone from her and hung it up without letting her say goodbye to Seth.  He had enough information from her.

“Colt!” she playfully admonished me.

“He knows what to do.  The less time you spend talking to him, the better.”

She laughed, and I pulled her back on the floor with me, rolling her over and kissing her neck.  Her moans caused my cock to stand at full attention, and as I nudged her legs apart, and slid smoothly into her once again, she wrapped her thighs around me and raised her curvy hips up to me.

“I thought you were tired,” she whispered in my ear.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” I replied, thrusting into her fully, her sweet warmth enveloping every inch of me, pulsing around me, catching my rhythm and dancing with me blissfully.

“No dying allowed,” she whispered.  

“Only fucking, baby,” I growled back.  “And love.”

She began to laugh, but her laughter quickly turned to whimpers as I fucked into her so hard and so fast, until we were both shuddering and clinging onto each other, lost in the waves of pleasure washing over us as I exploded deep inside of her spasming pussy.

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Colt’s snoring woke me up.  I laid there staring at his profile, my fingers lightly tracing the tattoos on his muscular chest, feeling peaceful and awake.  Alive.

It had been a while since I hadn’t woken up with a raging headache and a heart full of regrets about the night before.  And it was a far cry from what I had woken up to yesterday.  

I couldn’t remember the last time I had woken up before whoever was sleeping next to me.  It was more than quiet, more than peaceful.  There was a stillness to the morning, the light barely beginning to break through the clouds, the rain still coming down, but lighter than it was yesterday.  It was just a steady stream, the wind was gone, and the trees that I could see outside of the window stood tall and still, their leaves dripping water onto the pine needles that blanketed the ground.

Maybe it was this cabin, this amazing place.  I couldn’t hear a thing except the rain and the sounds of the river further down the hill.  There were no traffic sounds, no ringing phones, nobody knocking on the door with room service, no Seth, no Sam, nobody invading my space.  No stranger that I couldn’t wait to kick out of my room, whose name I either completely forgot or just plain forget to get in the first place.

This was much better.

Just me and Colt and a bunch of trees.  I could get used to waking up like this.  

Carefully, so that I didn’t wake him up, I untangled myself from him.  I had taken a stock of the inventory in the kitchen last night, and I knew there was not much in there except for some instant coffee.  I was starving and I figured Colt was too.  As soon as he woke up, we could drive into town and get some breakfast.  For now, instant coffee would have to do.

After I made it, I went into the bedroom and got dressed. The sounds of the rushing river had been tempting me, it was my favorite thing about this property. I hadn’t had a chance to visit it yesterday when I’d arrived before night fell, and once Colt had shown up, I spent the night practically dying from pure pleasure in his arms, the river being the last thing on my mind.

It had been a night I would never forget.  I still cursed myself that I couldn’t remember the night before, but at least I had this.  It was almost better this way.  I hadn’t had a drop to drink yesterday, and every minute detail was etched into my brain.  I could still feel his sculpted muscles sliding under my fingers, the feel of his magnificent ass dancing under my hands as he plunged into me, over and over.  He was skillful, patient, and savagely uninhibited.  

I felt as if I had finally had a delicious meal after years of starving. And I had. Delicious didn’t even do him justice.  His mouth had moved over every inch of my skin throughout the night, his tongue sliding into me as easily as his cock had, smoothly, expertly…he was nothing more than exquisite.

Just as I had always imagined he would be.

Colton Fucking James!

It was about time.

I slipped my boots and jacket on, and grabbing my coffee cup, I walked out onto the deck.  The rain was now a fine mist, falling around me in wispy droplets that clung to my hair.  The trees towered above me, their limbs dripping and drooping down towards the ground.  The river was just a short walk through the woods, and as soon as I entered the forest, the thick canopy they formed shielded me from the mist.  I sloshed down the trail, coffee cup in hand, and taking deep, cleansing breaths as I made my way to the river.  

I could still feel Colt’s hands on me, his cock inside me, the thin veil of time between a few hours ago and right now almost non-existent.  If I closed my eyes, I was right back in his arms, his warmth enveloping me.

The raging river roared louder with each step, and I quickened my pace.  There was a bench at the end of the trail and I was excited to do something I had dreamt of doing again for years - enjoying coffee, all alone, on my bench in the woods, next to the river that I loved so dearly.

When I saw it for the first time, after entering a clearing in the trees, I gasped.  It was more beautiful than I remembered.  Because of the recent downpours, the river was raging almost twice as strong than it had when I was here before.  The fast-moving water was merely inches from the trail, and logs and branches bobbed on the top of its rapids.

It was absolutely breathtaking.  

I sat down on the wooden bench, a huge sigh of relief escaping from me.  Instantly, I felt safe, relaxed…home.  If that was what home felt like.  I could only imagine, it had been so long since I had known one. 

I thought of Colt, snoring and dreaming and deliciously naked back at the cabin, and I acknowledged the small seed of hope I had that maybe I could have a home with him.  Maybe finally, somehow, we could make it all work.

I didn’t know what the future held.  I reminded myself not to get too caught up in the bliss of making love to Colt, to not forget why he was here.

There was still a madman out there, some freak that was so obsessed with me, he had escalated to murder.  It terrified me, and it was constantly in the back of my mind.  Even when I was making love to Colt last night, I was trying to remember if I had locked the door.

Would it ever go away?  What would happen after this guy was caught? If he ever was. Would there be someone else after him?  Maybe I would never be free.  Not as long as I was Jett.  

The only way to have a home with Colt was if some drastic changes happened.  And even then, we couldn’t erase the past.  My past.

It would hang over my head like a dark cloud for the rest of my life.

No, I would never be free.

I sighed again, sipping my coffee slowly, trying to forget about the past, and let the constant worry of the future fade away.

Colt’s words from last night echoed in my head.

“Having some semblance of peace and balance.  That’s all that matters.  Without you, nothing else is real…”

Was he right?  I wanted to believe he was.  I wanted those things; I just had such a hard time letting go of the thought that I was responsible for everyone else around me.

But he was right.  If I kept going like this, everything would explode and I would collapse in a pile of exhaustion.  It was time I took time for myself, to think about nothing but myself.

Starting right now.  On this bench.  By this river.  With this awful cup of old coffee.

I smiled to myself, when I realized that it was the most delicious cup I had ever had.