Forever a Jett Girl (Bourbon #3)

  I watched as he erotically stroked himself while biting down on his bottom lip, eye fucking me almost to orgasm. Instead of begging, like I normally would, I kept my arms in place and waited patiently for what he was going to offer. I pushed back the thought of how long I’d been away from Rex and how, at any moment, someone could walk in on us, because when I was with Jett, I couldn’t think about anything else but the man standing in front of me.

  Coming closer, he grabbed the slit of my dress and pushed it to the side, so I was exposed to him. With his spare hand, he spread my legs even wider, and then guided himself into me. I was wet, beyond ready for him. He slid in easily and was pleased with exactly how ready I was for him. It wasn’t hard to be wet; just from the sight of him in a tuxedo, I could take him easily.

  “Fuck,” he muttered in my ear, as he started to move in and out of me. “I’ve missed you,” he said gently, as he started moving his hips. He grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his waist, making his task of pushing his hips into me a little easier.

  The pain in his voice slashed my soul. I hated bringing such a powerful man to his knees, knowing I had such an effect on him. Jett was my rock, the one person who saved me, so to see him weak and full of anguish had my heart breaking.

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I whispered back, lightly grazing my lips on his cheek.

  With a groan, he started thrusting into me frantically, making a light sheen of sweat appear on our skin.

  A mixture of emotions ran through me as Jett continuously worked in and out of my core until I couldn’t hold back any longer. From the pit of my stomach, a moan escaped me, just as I was taken over the edge. My body convulsed and clamped around him, causing him to find his own release.

  He continued to pump into me until we both ran the course of our temporary euphoria.

  With regret in his eyes, he pulled away from me and lowered my dress. He zipped himself back up, righted his clothes, and then turned to me. His gentle hands straightened out my dress, so my breasts were no longer hanging out and my dress fell across my body like it was supposed to. Once I was all in place, he stepped away and straightened his tie with a look of displeasure on his face.

  He stepped away without a word and headed toward the door, giving off a rather cold exterior.

  “Jett…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

  “Don’t, Goldie.”

  His back was turned toward me, and in the dimly lit room, I could still see the tension that rested on him…the distress I was putting him through.

  “I’ll be back,” I choked out, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me.

  “You never should have left,” he said before leaving the room, dragging my heart behind him.

  Why couldn’t he understand my urge to take matters into my own hands? To find a solution for the problem we were living in? I wanted to be with him; it was evident in the way I reacted to just seeing him across the room. How come he couldn’t understand that?

  Taking a calming breath, I gathered myself before I walked back out into the main room. Thankfully, the women’s bathroom line was still a nightmare, so if Rex questioned me, I had evidence that there was an abundant amount of pee-ers amongst us.

  Scanning the room, I immediately saw Jett walk up to the kiwi and place his hand on her lower back. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, as if they were sharing a secret look. The urge to plaster my heel through her skull crossed my mind, but I refrained from causing a bloody scene and sought out the man who’d accompanied me tonight.

  In the corner of the ballroom, Rex and Leo were still talking, hunched over, but where Rex looked complacent, Leo looked outraged. His body language read stiff and his hand motions were less than happy. Rex was more casual, with his hands in his pockets, as if he owned the world.

  Knowing I needed to at least show my face to him, I started walking their way. He caught my approach and straightened up, cutting Leo off by buttoning up his jacket and walking toward me, leaving Leo in his wake.

  “Get lost?” he asked, as he looked me up and down, probably trying to see if there was a hair out of place.

  “Long line, almost sprinted to the kitchen to pee in the sink,” I grinned, making him cringe.

  “Where’s your class?” he muttered, as he pulled me by the elbow toward the bar.

  “Think I left it in my other clutch,” I mumbled, as he guided me across the room, introducing me to more geezers and debutantes.

  Like a robot, I shook their hands, charmed them, and then went to the next, all the while thinking about the back room and what Jett just did to me.

  Tomorrow, I was going to find a way to bust Rex, because spending another minute away from Jett was slowly eating away at me; I needed this to be over; I needed to be in his arms again.

  15

  “Yellow”

  Goldie

  “That’s it, girls, just like that,” I called out, as they moved in unison to the music coming through the main room’s speakers.

  Once again, the girls were naked and slowly moving, snapping to each crack and pop of the music. Rex picked the music, which, can I just say is fucking atrocious? Might as well be dancing to Lambchops Play Along, that would be more entertaining than the dreadful show tune Rex picked.

  Don’t get me wrong, I liked a musical, but naked women bouncing their tits to the beat of Seventy-Six Trombones was less than sexy, more comical.

  Alright, it wasn’t Seventy-Six Trombones, but it still had a trumpet in it, and trumpets come off more as nerd bomb material rather than, “Hey, check out my pussy from below.”

  Being pressed up against the wall by Jett last night still replayed over and over in my head. I was a little sore, which only became a constant reminder of what we did. It was stupid, because if Rex wasn’t so engrossed with his little spat he was having with Leo, we could have easily been caught. But, for the life of me, I can’t be sorry for what we did, because it just reminded me why I was going through this creepy sex ring hell. I was doing this because, in the long run, I wanted to be the one Jett brought to events; I wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning and the one he wrapped his arms around at night.

  The music cut out and I looked over at the controls behind the bar. Blane and Rex stood together, looking sexy as hell. Even though Rex was a tyrant with some creepy fetishes and hoarding tendencies, he was still handsome and sinister. He was that man you couldn’t take your eyes off of because you wanted to know what he was thinking behind those dark brows. Then there was Blane, blond and beautifully handsome…Blane with enough muscles to make up for all the other members in the club.

  “Uh, are we done?” I asked, cutting the silence in the room.

  “I need to speak with Mercy,” Rex said.

  Speak with her…ha! Unless speaking meant putting his dick in her mouth, then they weren’t speaking.

  Without saying a word, Mercy nodded and headed toward the back rooms. There was something completely wrong with what was going on in her head. I liked all the other girls, but for some reason, I didn’t quite like Mercy. I couldn’t trust her. She was the epitome of a fem-bot.

  “Shall I excuse the other girls?” I asked Rex, as he walked toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t like that grin; I didn’t trust that grin.

  “I think it’s time you start practicing with them, Goldie. We need to even out the dancers, and it might be time for you to get up on stage.”

  “Excuse me? I thought we had a deal, that I was going to manage for a while.” Sweat started to form at the back of my neck.

  “Not really a deal, Kitten, more of an understanding, but now that I’m going to win Lot 17, I need more girls, and you are the one the members want.”

  Was he really going to win Lot 17? Was it because of that Zane guy? I leaned over, my stomach already knotting from the thought of being on stage, and I spoke softly into Rex’s ear. “You’re willing to share me with the members?”

  “Yo
u’re not sharing yourself with me, so what difference does it make? Either way, I get to see you naked, and that’s my goal here. Either comply with my demands, or good luck trying to find a job in this town. Don’t forget, Kitten, I know everyone in this city. I can destroy you.”

  He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and turned away from me, as if his small bit of affection would make up for the threat he just made to me.

  “I can’t do it tonight,” I shouted after him.

  “Why is that?” he asked, looking me up and down.

  Think…think, Goldie.

  “Cramps,” I stated with a sad face. “Got the old blood flow going on right now. Hardly think being naked at this time in my life would be appealing to the members.”

  A look of absolute disgust crossed Rex’s face before he turned around and called over his shoulder, “Next weekend, you will be up on that stage.”

  Thank fuck.

  “Sure,” I called after him.

  I turned to look at both Eva and Bizzy, who gave me the “I’m sorry you’re uterus is bleeding look,” and then took off toward the back room, leaving me finally alone with Blane.

  By no means was I on my period, but it was the best excuse I could come up with to get out of going on stage with the girls tonight…naked. If there was one sure-fire way to make sure Jett never touched me again, it would be going up naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t going to happen.

  Casually, I walked over to the bar and asked Blane for a bottle of water. He obliged, never speaking to me. I hated that he couldn’t really talk to me. Enough was enough, I needed to take care of everything tonight; it would be the last chance I had until the next weekend, and to hell if I would be going up on stage.

  “Can we talk?”

  Blane looked around and then nodded his head toward the back. Fucking paranoid man.

  He went to the back first, and a few minute later, I trailed after him. Eva and Bizzy were in the girl’s room, eating some food, and not even talking to each other. What a sad, sad life. If anything, I wanted to help these girls out; they needed it.

  Once I reached the office in the back of the club, I shut myself in the small space with Blane, who was sitting at the desk waiting for me.

  “What can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk.

  “Seriously? Come on, we need to take some action here. There is no way I will be going up on stage next weekend.”

  “I don’t know, might be fun?” he looked me up and down while licking his lips.

  I pushed his head and said, “Don’t even think about it. It will never happen. I’m off limits.”

  “All the good ones usually are. Do you have a plan?”

  “I do,” I nodded. “But I thought you had one as well.”

  “That I do, but I wanted to hear yours first.”

  “Typical,” I said, while folding my arms across my chest. Trying not to get irritated, I started divulging the details of my plan. “So, Rex never leaves his phone in a lock box. He has it on him at all times, and I was thinking, somehow, we can get his phone and use that to record some things around here, text it to…oh, shit,” I muttered.

  “What?” Blane asked, looking a little intrigued.

  “Rex took my phone away from me. I have no way of texting myself the pictures without him obviously seeing it.”

  “That’s not a big deal; we’ll just send it to my phone.”

  “Wait, how do I know I can I trust you?”

  Seriously, Blane sat up in his chair and placed his forearms on his knees while looking up at me. His back muscles flexed in the tank top he was wearing, making me quite aware of how damn sexy he really was.

  “Goldie, he practically treats me as a slave here. He has ruined my life. He has taken everything away from me, everything that’s ever mattered, and now I have nothing but this club where we are all manipulated by that power hungry bastard. It’s time Rex finally gets what he deserves. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I need your help just as much as you need mine.”

  Well, that was convincing. From the look in his eyes, the look of desperation, I could tell he wouldn’t cross me. I could trust him because, from the very beginning, since I’d met him, he looked like he’d been putting on an act, never really living life. Maybe he really had to be let free of Rex’s grasp to get what he needed.

  “I guess we can text to your phone. Do you think my plan would work?”

  “Possibly,” he said, while studying his hands. “I had the same idea, since I see him with his phone all the time. He and Leo both carry their phones around in the club.”

  “Leo actually comes here?”

  “He does,” Blane nodded. “He actually is supposed to come tonight.”

  “Really? Hmm…do you think it would be easier to steal his phone, rather than Rex’s? I mean, I have this idea, but I really don’t have any clue how to actually get the phone without asking for it.”

  “How are you at pick-pocketing?”

  “Uh, terrible. Never really mastered that fine art.”

  “Well, you might want to practice before tonight. It’s your only option.”

  “You’re acting like this is some Ocean’s Eleven shit. I like to believe I could be as badass as Matt Damon with a fake nose, but honestly, I have no clue how to go about grabbing a phone from someone’s pocket.”

  “Do you know how to give someone a lap dance?”

  “That’s insulting that you even had to ask that. Of course I know how to give a lap dance, I know how to make a man cum just from the thrust of my hip against his crotch, but the two don’t compare. There is no way you can say giving a lap dance is just like pick-pocketing.”

  “I wasn’t going to say that,” Blane stated, a little annoyed. “God, you talk too much sometimes.”

  “Eh, it’s a fault of mine. At least I don’t go around slicing people’s necks or something like that or punching random people in the head. Although, the shock factor would be hilarious, because what person walking down the street would expect a fist to the old noggin? Not many, unless you’re a criminal; if you’re a criminal, you can pretty much expect a punch on a daily basis. Talking too much can almost be entertaining, so to call it a fault really isn’t that bad. You know?”

  “You done?”

  Blushing, I nodded and allowed him to continue.

  “Like I was going to say, you can give Rex a lap dance at some point tonight and grab his phone then. He won’t know what’s happening, because he’ll be too distracted with you on top of him.”

  I thought about it for a second and realized it was a good plan; there was only one problem.

  “That’s a great idea and all, but do you really think Rex is going to allow my crotch anywhere near him after I practically told him my uterus was ripping itself apart?”

  Blane cringed and shook his head. “Fuck, that is so nasty.”

  “Hey! I’m not really on my period. I just said that to get out of being on stage tonight.”

  “Can you not say period?”

  “Such double standards! Guys can talk about snot rockets and jizzing all up in their pants, but I can’t talk about my monthly? Something I can’t help?”

  “It’s not proper,” he smiled.

  “Oh, fuck off,” I laughed. “But, seriously, I won’t be able to give him a lap dance. He wouldn’t want that, and I don’t feel comfortable giving Leo a lap dance. I think the world would blow up if I ever let the man touch me.”

  “Fair enough. I would offer to give them a lap dance, but pretty sure that would go over just as well as your attempt.”

  “You never know, you could probably work it just enough to entice them,” I wiggled my eyebrows.

  “Yeah, I’m depressed here, but not that depressed; I still have my self-respect.” We both laughed while Blane rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “Did you really have to say you have your period?”

  “Sorry, it was the only thing that came to my
mind.”

  “That’s really inconvenient. What if we get Eva involved?”

  “You think we can trust her? Get real. These girls are so brainwashed it’s ridiculous.”

  “No, what if we get her to give Rex a lap dance, and maybe you help her out? Wear something low cut tonight, and when she’s giving Rex a lap dance, maybe you go up behind him and you know, be all touchy and shit. Guys love girl on girl action.”

  I was about to turn his idea down, but then I thought about it for a second. It would be pretty easy to grab his phone if he was busy with someone else.

  “It would have to be Mercy. I’m pretty sure Rex wants nothing to do with Eva. If we have Mercy do it, Rex for sure wouldn’t pay attention.”

  “You’re right,” Blane snapped his finger as he got excited. “While she is giving him a lap dance, you should play around with him a little, and then take his phone. Once you grab it, hand it off to me, because I will have some free time before my demonstration. You can handle the bar, right?”

  “Pretty sure my middle name is liquor. Believe me, booze is my friend. I know how to handle a bar.”

  “Right on, this should be easy then,” Blane said, with his heavy Australian accent making him that much more attractive. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Shaking my head and straightening, I said, “Nothing.”

  Blane poked my side and said, “You were staring at me. You find me attractive.”

  “Yeah, that’s if I enjoyed humping chicken cutlets,” I scoffed, avoiding all eye contact with his bulging muscles.

  “Chicken cutlets? Wow, you hurt me,” he held his heart.

  “You’re fine. I should get back out there. By the way Rex looks at Mercy, pretty sure he would blow early from whatever she was doing. So, we’re on for tonight?”

  “We’re on, babe.”

  “Don’t call me that,” I pointed at him.

  A wicked grin spread across his face as he stood. “Got it, sweet cheeks.” He slapped my ass and walked out of the small room.

  Fucking men.

  Nerves ran through my body as I thought about finally taking control tonight. I would end everything tonight and then flee Rex’s house to go back to Jett. It would all be over tonight. Tomorrow night, I would be held tightly in Jett’s arms, that or being fucked sideways in the Bourbon Room, either way was appealing.