Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series)

  “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.

  There had to be a reason why insecurity ran through his eyes just a minute ago. Something happened to him that made him the way he was and a part of me wanted to find out, wanted to know the man before the Lafayette Club. I wanted to know what broke him down and made him put up such strong walls that were almost impenetrable. I wanted to get to know the man, Jett Colby, not just the owner of the Lafayette Club. I was in trouble where my heart was concerned, but there was no turning back now. I already fell for the man and there was nothing I could do about it, besides try to get to know him better.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  “Feelin’ Myself”

  Goldie/Lo

  “Holy shit, we looked hot out there,” Pepper said, as she fixed her costume.

  We were all wearing black bustiers with black garter belts, wide-gauge fishnet stockings and black heels. Our masks were covered in feathers, our hair was pulled pack in high ponytails with feathers and we were each wearing feather-encrusted, cropped mini gloves. I had to admit I was turned on from just looking at all the girls.

  Tootse really went all out with these outfits and I was genuinely impressed with her ability to design, create and produce such eye-catching outfits. Yes, they were sparse, but what fabric was there was intricate, seamed perfectly and every feather and bedazzle was placed on the outfits by hand.

  “When don’t we look hot?” Babs asked, as she reapplied lipstick to all of our lips. She was always making sure we were looking our best, not displaying one flaw.

  “I think I am having a bad reaction to the waxing we got the other day; anyone else having the same issues?” Tootse asked as she fiddled around with the seams of her underpants near her crotch.

  We all shook our heads and Francy took a step back to look at her girl. Realization of what was wrong hit Francy as she shook her head and laughed and laughed to herself.

  “Hey dipshit, maybe try wearing your panties the correct way,” Francy said lovingly.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Do you see us wearing the crotch of our panties up our ass?” Francy spun around and showed off her mostly-covered ass.”

  We all looked down at Tootse and noticed she was wearing her panties backwards and laughed hysterically as Tootse flipped us all off and tore off her panties to put them back on the right way.

  “Well, if Jett allowed enough lighting in this damn place for me to see…”

  “It’s not the lighting, babe. It??
?s the beach-blonde hair that is running against you.” Francy placed a light kiss on Tootse’s lips as she held her chin and said, “Thank God you’re pretty.”

  “Come on ladies, save it for your bedroom,” Kace said as he sidled up next to us.

  “Hate crime,” Francy muttered, making Kace’s eyes pop open.

  He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, “Hate crime, really? I’m pretty sure that’s the furthest from the truth. By all means, make out, I would be more than happy to watch.”

  “Ugh, pig,” Tootse said as she wrapped her arm around Francy and nuzzled closely.

  Kace rolled his eyes and then rubbed his hands together. “Francy, you good on drinks? We only have four men who want a dance and I figured you would want to sit out.”

  “You know that’s how I prefer it, plus, I like to see my lady work it.” Francy squeezed Tootse making Tootse’s face light up with love. They were sickening cute. “But is Jett going to allow Lo to go out there?” Francy and all the other girls snorted, making me feel like a child.

  “I can do what I want,” I said defiantly.

  “Surprisingly, you can,” Pepper eyed me. I sensed a little bit of jealousy, but it quickly washed away as she smiled at me.

  “Enough,” Kace cut the girls off. “Lo, you have seat two, Pepper you are seat five, Tootse, seat six…”

  “Fuck, is that the heavy breather? I saw his chest heaving as we were dancing.”

  Kace didn’t answer, he just smirked. “And Babs you have seat one. Everyone got it? It’s fifteen tonight so make it good.”

  “Fifteen?” I asked in confusion.

  “Did you not listen at all? Fuck, Lo you are going to drive me to my grave.”

  “Hey how about you go get laid instead because you need to fucking take a chill pill. Holy shit you are wound up.”

  Kace got right in my face and said, “Just because you have Jett wrapped around your little finger doesn’t mean I will be the same way. Don’t fucking test me.”

  The seriousness in his voice and the carnal look in his eyes made me swallow my tongue as I nodded. It wasn’t very often that I stepped down from someone, but at that moment, I knew I needed to shut my mouth because I didn’t like the way Kace spoke to me, as if he could shred me in two without even trying.

  He blew out a frustrated breath and ran his hands over his face before looking back at me. “It’s fifteen hundred for five minutes tonight. The minute the music starts, so does your time. Once the music ends then you ladies are allowed to leave. If one of the men touch you or speak to you, you are to raise both of your hands above your head…that is the signal for me to cut in. Got it?” Kace said as he looked directly at me.

  “Got it,” I said a little cowardly.

  “Good, now get moving.”

  I took a deep breath as I followed the girls out to the Toulouse Room which was just dark enough that I couldn’t quite make out the features of the members unless I was right in front of them. Francy veered to the side as she stood next to the bar and watched. I followed Babs around the stage, since both of our men were right next to each other.

  The minute we got in front of our men, the music started and so did our movements. All of our backs were toward the men as we dropped down in synchronization, giving the men a perfect view of our asses. The beat that was blaring through the speakers was erotic and the minute it hit my ears, it was driven into my soul and set my body into a gyrating frenzy. Once we presented ourselves to the men, we were allowed to do whatever, so as I worked my way back up, I sat down on the man’s lap, grabbed his thighs, to support myself and started making a wave like motion over the man’s crotch with my ass.

  Instantly, I was hit with his arousal…his big arousal and I hated how much it turned me on. For all I knew the guy could be toothless and hairy and I wouldn’t know because I was so entranced by his dick poking into me. God there was something seriously fucked up with my head.

  Focus, I chastised myself as I continued to work his lap. I leaned back so his chest supported me and I wrapped my hands around the back of his chair so he could look over my shoulder, giving him a good look at my cleavage. I closed my eyes and thrived off of the beat of the music as I worked the man’s body. A part of me wished that they were allowed to touch, only because at this moment, I was horny as hell even though Jett finger fucked me earlier, it was the atmosphere and the iron rod poking my ass that was sending me over the edge.

  “You’re doing an amazing job kitten.” I stopped in my tracks as my heart rate picked up a notch. I would know that voice anywhere. “Don’t stop and don’t look at me or you are going to get in trouble, he purred into my ear.

  Rex Titan.

  Fuck, what did I do? I didn’t want to upset anyone because I knew if Jett found out he would probably have a conniption so instead of putting my hands above my head to signal Kace, I continued my slow dance.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked between clenched teeth.

  “I needed to see you, I needed to make sure you were going to show up on Sunday. I needed,” he gulped, “I needed to see if you were being taken care of.”

  “I’m fine, Rex. You don’t need to worry about me.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. You have no clue what kind of man Jett Colby is and what his intentions are.”

  “Like you do?” I asked, as I turned to face him. His deep, dark eyes blazed at me, as they were filled with lust…for me. His jaw his clenched and ticked from his pent-up emotions and the muscles in his chest were flexed as he held back from touching me. A part of me wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel the familiar embrace of the man that used to be a part of my life, but I knew that would be a sure-fire way to get kicked right out of here.

  He licked his lips as he looked at the juncture of where my hips rocked against his straining erection. Fuck, a couple more thrusts and a few more looks like that and I was going to be ready to explode right there on the spot. I hated to admit it to myself, but I missed Rex and his dark and dangerous look, his chestnut hair, smoldering eyes and the deep voice that rang through my ears when he was buried inside of me.

  “I know Jett better than anyone. He is not a good man.”

  “How do you know him so well?”

  “Come meet me on Sunday and I will explain everything. Please Goldie, I need to see you.”

  “I don’t know…”

  His hand lifted up and caressed my thigh. I instantly swatted him away and then looked over at Kace, who was talking to Francy. Thank God he didn’t see. Even though my heart was racing from the way Rex was disobeying every rule as a member, I couldn’t help but be turned on by how he touched me, by the way he talked to me and the way he ate me alive with those penetrating brown eyes of his.

  “You can’t touch me,” I hissed.

  “But you want me to.” His smile was cockier then Jett’s and it made me want to slap him across the face, even though he was right.

  The music was trailing off and I knew it was time to go.

  “Time’s up, Titan,” I said, as I started to get off of him.

  “Sunday, Goldie. Please.” The pleading look in his eyes was all it took. I nodded my head as I started to turn away. When I looked back, I saw him head off to one of the booths to take care of his amazingly thick erection. It took all my will power not to chase after him and go in the booth to take care of what I started. Fuck me, I wanted to finish him off.

  What is wrong with me?

  When I got backstage, I focused on what was to come next. I was grateful that I would be seeing Jett soon, like he said earlier, because a little dose of Jett was all I needed to wash away all thoughts of Rex.

  We were backstage discussing plans for next week when we heard a couple of doors slam and all the girls cringed, knowing that Jett was not in the best of moods. Deep down, I wondered if it was because he knew Rex was here, but then I remembered he was at a meeting; my only hope was that he didn’t get back early enough to see Rex.


  Kace’s phone went off and he pulled it out to read. His face twisted as he read his text message and then looked up.

  “Pepper, you’re up. Get your ass upstairs.”

  The air was knocked out of me as all the girls whipped their heads around to look at me, as if I was about to say something, to argue that Jett called up the wrong girl. I had absolutely nothing to say because all that was running through my head was pain, rejection and confusion. I was stunned.

  What the fuck?

  The thought of Jett being with someone else, touching someone else and putting his dick in someone else after the way he treated me made me utterly sick to my stomach. I didn’t understand why he would call up Pepper after the day we had together, after the night we shared, after the fucking morning we had, after the promise he made of seeing me tonight. He said he didn’t like games, so why the hell was he playing them with me right now?

  Pepper gave me a pity look as she took off for upstairs, reluctantly, which made me feel a little better, but the feeling of hurt…betrayal still flew through my mind as I tried to comprehend Jett’s choice of companionship for tonight.

  Trying to make sense of everything, my stomach rolled as I wondered why the hell Jett turned on his word of seeing me tonight. There was no way he could have seen Rex, at least I didn’t think so. He was supposed to be at a meeting. Did he have a playback of security footage? Was he that controlling? If he hadn’t seen Rex, they why was he not inviting me upstairs?

  I grabbed my robe and headed for the stairs so I could take my make up off and go to bed. I was not in the mood for any after-presentation celebrations...aka, let’s drink until Goldie gets wasted so we can make her do stupid things.