Being a Jett Girl

  “What does it matter? It’s not any different from what goes on at the Lafayette Club,” I said defiantly as I walked back to my bedroom, still hot and bothered.

  “It’s very different.”

  “How so?”

  “First of all, that girl was naked. Jett Girls are never naked. Second of all, Diego was about to get naked in about two seconds…”

  “Was he?” I spun around to look over Kace’s shoulder but he pushed me to my bedroom and continued his speech.

  “Thirdly, they were about to have sex up on stage, something Jett would never allow in his club.”

  “All right, so they’re different. I still don’t get what the big deal is. It’s just sex.”

  “Jett doesn’t want you to be pulled in that direction.”

  I stared at Kace for a second and then burst into laughter as I walked in my room and flopped on my bed.

  “You can’t be fucking serious.” When he didn’t flinch, I laughed some more. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I would never want to be prancing my pussy in front of everyone while some guy does me from behind or hanging from some weird contraption. I don’t need everyone knowing what kind of sounds I make when I’m having sex or the way my body contorts when an orgasm racks through me, that is only for my man’s eyes.” I was looking at my nails as I talked to him but when I glanced up to look at Kace since he wasn’t answering, I saw the heat that glazed over his eyes.

  I cleared my throat and said, “Anyways, why are you here?”

  “You didn’t answer your phone and neither did Diego so he was concerned.”

  I sat up in my bed and said, “Was he concerned that I was fucking Diego or was he just concerned about me?” I grew furious.

  “No, he thought that someone found out your location and broke into Diego’s club.”

  “Oh, well…I was sleeping and then was woken up by the music so I went to check what was going on. You know how I hate missing out on a good dance party.” I started to “throw my bos” in the air while I danced to the drifted-off beat but Kace didn’t find it amusing, shock alert.

  “You need to call him.”

  “Can I see him?” I asked, needing his hands more than anything right now. “Will you take me to him, Kace?”

  “Lo…” Kace warned.

  “Listen, you can either take me to him or you can watch me finger myself from the need burning inside me and then you can explain to Jett later why I came without him near me.”

  “Jesus.” Kace rubbed his face and shook his head. “Get in the fucking car and lie flat on the seat.” He paused at the door and said, “And keep your damn mouth shut. I don’t need to hear about cat cocks again.”

  A smile ripped across my face from the distress in Kace’s voice when he mentioned our previous conversation. I might not have the most eloquent conversations with people but at least I make a lasting impression.

  ***

  Jett had his hand fisted through his hair as he leaned over his desk looking at a stack of papers. He was wearing a white button down shirt that was unbuttoned at least three buttons, showing off his gloriously muscular chest and from what I could see underneath the chair, he had a pair of navy blue slacks on. There was a glass of bourbon sitting on his desk next to him as well as a lavender tie that he must have pulled off earlier. I would have loved to see him all business-like and dressed up, he was hot as hell in a suit.

  I lightly tapped on the door and stood in the doorway, awaiting his gaze. The minute he looked up at me and recognized me, he dropped everything and stood out of his chair. He was in front of me in two seconds with his hands gripping my arms and looking down at me. The stubble on his face made my mouth water while his eyes searched mine.

  “Are you okay?”

  “No.” He tensed. “I need you, Jett.”

  “What happened?” he asked while searching my body.

  I grabbed his hand, lowered it and slipped it under my thong. I pressed his middle finger into my slick folds and gave him a minute to understand what I was saying.

  His confused look turned to dark and sinister as his middle finger lightly stroked me, testing out my wetness. A heat of desire flushed through my body as I moaned.

  “You shouldn’t be here.” He nibbled on my neck as he leaned forward. “But I’m so fucking glad that you are. Bourbon Room, little one. Wear nothing and stand in front of the tantra chair and wait for your next instruction.”

  The tantra chair was the wave-like lounge that sat on the opposite side of the Bourbon Room and we only used it once and it was the most amazing sex I might have ever had, thanks to the angles it allowed, so for him to mention the damn thing had me throbbing already.

  I nodded my head, quickly tiptoed over to the Bourbon Room and undressed as quickly as possible. I flipped my head over, ruffled my hair and then flipped it back up, hoping I added a little body and sexiness to it. I stood in front of the chair and prayed that Jett wasn’t going to teach me a lesson in patience because I wasn’t sure how much I could take when it came to waiting. Seeing Diego’s act and not being touched by Jett in a couple of days had me yearning to be taken, hard and fast.

  Five minutes later, Jett walked through the doors with his shirt undone and his pants unfastened, just the way I liked to see him enter the Bourbon Room. Seeing him like that meant he was ready for business.

  Grabbing the remote off the table that sat in the middle of the Bourbon Room, he walked over to me and looked me up and down. Appreciation lit up his eyes as he scanned every last inch of me.

  “You’re so fucking breathtaking,” he admitted right before he turned on what seemed like a remix of some sort. Whatever it was, it was sexy as hell as the beat rolled through the walls, surrounding us with hard bass and soft ministrations.

  “Do you have something to say to me?”

  “I’m here to submit to you,” I answered without hesitation.

  Nodding, he took off his shirt, exposing his chest completely. His lightly tanned skin delighted me and made me want to lick his entire body.

  “Pull my pants off for me,” he demanded as he stood in front of me. “And don’t forget about my briefs as well.”

  He didn’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed both his pants and briefs in my hands and maneuvered them over his hips, slowly. There were only few opportunities when I was getting intimate with Jett that I was allowed some control so when he gave it to me, I soaked it all in.

  His chest heaved as his erection was finally released and I lowered his pants all the way. Normally, I would maybe give his dick a little lick or stroke but I learned not to veer from his demands so I restrained myself and let him step out of his clothes.

  I kneeled in front of him, waiting for his next command. His hand reached out and played with my necklace.

  He spoke in a hushed tone as he said, “It pleases me to see you like this, submitting to me, wearing my collar. It’s such a huge turn on,” he admitted.

  I looked up at him, through my lashes and agreed, it was a HUGE turn on, judging by the way his cock jutted out in anticipation. I was still shocked to see that I had such an effect over such a powerful man, it was empowering.

  His fingers pressed against my chin indicating he wanted me to stand up, so I did. He pulled me over to the chair and pressed his hand on my mound.

  “How wet are you, little one?”

  “So fucking wet.” I was ready for this two days ago but I didn’t say that, I learned to hold my tongue…at least a little.

  Apparently happy with my response, he sat down on the tantra chair so his back was against the big wave and spread his legs so they hung over the sides. His balls sat directly on the chair and his erection stood proudly, just waiting for me.

  “I want you to sit on top of me, little one, with your feet pushing against the bottom of the chair. But hover above me until I’m ready for you to take me, not a minute sooner.”

  Trying to understand his demand, I looked at the chair and tried to calculate how I was goin
g to do this. He must have sensed my confusion because he gently took my hand and pulled me to sit down between his legs so my bottom hit the soft buttery leather of the chair.

  His voice touched my ear as he said, “Press your back against my chest, little one, and prop your feet against the second wave in the chair. That will give you strength to hover above me.”

  My skin tingled from his close proximity, instructing me on how to please him. He could be so soft, so gentle at times it brought me to my knees.

  I did as I was told and pressed against this chest with my back. I felt his erection barely rub against my bottom, causing a moan to escape my mouth as my head flew back against his shoulder where I kept it.

  His tongue found the column of my neck and he slowly started to snack on me while his hands traveled from the junction of my thighs up to my rib cage where they danced dangerously close to my breasts. My body ignited under his touch, with his slow movements and deliberate licks, making me think of the way his cock would slide in and out of me.

  My hands gripped his thighs as I continued to hover above him. Thank God for ab workouts because I was starting to feel the pressure he was putting on my body.

  “You’re so damn sexy, Goldie. Even though you’re not supposed to be traveling over here, I’m so fucking glad you did because I’ve been dreaming of these perfect tits,” he said into my ear as his hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. “These nipples have been haunting me. I’ve been wanting to squeeze them for a couple of days now.”

  My lungs burned as I tried to suck in air from the onslaught of emotions he pulled from me in such a short amount of time.

  The slickness of my core rang out, begging for him to let me lower myself. I could feel every last pulse in my pussy as he spoke to me and felt my body with those unyielding hands.

  “Jett…” I groaned.

  “Patience,” he murmured, once again using his go-to word. Fuck patience, I wanted him to slam into me with all the power he had in his body.

  “My legs are getting tired,” I admitted, feeling my butt drop lower and lower each second.

  “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” His hand pressed against my crotch and pushed my lower half down. My ass enclosed over his rigid cock and I broke out in a cold sweat while I waited for him to move his cock into position.

  “I don’t know if you deserve my cock today.”

  “I do,” I said breathlessly.

  “How so? I heard that you watched Diego’s act when you weren’t’ supposed to. He’s very sensitive about them right now and doesn’t appreciate an audience.”

  “He doesn’t or you don’t?” I asked, mentally slapping myself for starting controversy.

  His hand tweaked my nipple and I screamed out loud from the pleasure that ran through my body.

  “Don’t question me, little one. Another comment like that and I’ll be leaving this room, taking your orgasm with me.”

  Now that would be the worst idea ever so I kept my mouth shut.

  “Tell me, what did you do today to deserve my cock?”

  I racked my brain to think of something good, something that would guarantee me a good pussy pounding but nothing was coming to mind. My brain went blank and I blamed it on the man who was underneath me, breathing into my ear, making me forget everything I did today, even my fucking name.

  “Honestly, I can’t think of anything because you have my gut and mind all twisted together from the way your breath caresses against my skin. You make my heart beat faster and my brain slow down, Jett. There is no stopping it when you’re around me.”

  He hummed in my ear and said, “Good answer, little one.”

  His hand slid down my side and lifted me up temporarily so he could grab his cock and slide it into me. With the first touch that caressed me, I moaned and flew my head back to find his lips attacking mine at the same time. His hand ran down my stomach and started to massage my clit as his tongue danced with mine.

  He filled me perfectly but he didn’t move his hips, he just played me like a damn instrument instead. His body heat filled my senses and turned me warm to my very core. He was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of him.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he moved his spare hand across my breasts. “Press against the bottom of the chair, little one, and start moving me in and out of you.”

  I used my leverage against the chair to thrust my hips and it was so fucking good. Too fucking good. My back arched as I pumped myself and set a pace that was going to get me off in seconds from the pressure of his cock and the way his finger ran against my clit.

  “Oh, Jett,” I groaned. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck, giving me more leverage and letting me pump harder. His chest tightened under me, letting me know that he was just as close as I was.

  His breathing became heavy and his lips were kissing me now on my shoulder, nibbling on me.

  A burning sensation started at the pit of my belly and every last nerve ending I had fluttered with a blinding sensation that traveled from my toes to my pussy.

  “Jett!” I screamed as I fell over the edge and pounded up and down on top of him. His hands left their stations and gripped my hips. His head flew forward and he bit down on my shoulder as his body tensed and he groaned out his pleasure while rapidly moving my hips up and down.

  When he released my shoulder, he lowered his head and I lowered my body over his. His arms wrapped around my waist, not breaking our most intimate connection. His lips found my temple and kissed it lightly.

  “It’s always so fucking perfect with you, Goldie. No matter what I do, it’s always so goddamn perfect.”

  He gathered me up in his arms and brought me over to the bench where there was a robe for me. He cleaned me up quickly and then looked up at me with the robe in his hands. He was about to put it on when his brow creased and he dropped the robe. His hand went to my shoulder and he said, “Did I bite you?”

  A little giggle popped out of my mouth. “You kind of did.”

  “Jesus, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He rubbed my shoulder and examined his bite mark. “God, I don’t remember doing that at all.”

  “I’m fine. I actually kind of liked it.”

  “You did?” he asked all cute-like.

  “I did. It turned me on, not that I needed to be anymore turned on than I already was.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled lazily at me as he grabbed the robe and wrapped me up in it. He grabbed one for himself as well and walked me to the door of the Bourbon Room.

  “Are you going to send me back to Diego’s?” I asked as he grabbed my clothes and tucked them under his arm.

  “No, little one. Now that you’re here, there is no way you’re going back until the sun comes up. You’re mine for the night. We’re going to your room. I need to feel your skin against mine as we fall asleep. You’ve turned me into an insomniac when you’re not around. I need some sleep.”

  “Sleep sounds nice, as long as you’re wrapped around me.”

  “As long as you don’t start dreaming about panty-eating dinosaurs and are able to sleep like a normal human, I don’t think we have a problem with me wrapping my arms around you.” He smiled down at me.

  I stroked his cheek and gave him a kiss. “You’re such a smart ass but I love this side of you. It’s refreshing.”

  “Refreshing?”

  “You know…” I puffed my chest out and stood tall, “I’m Jett Colby and I’m serious and can eye- fuck a girl to orgasm,” I said in a deep, horrible southern voice.

  He laughed, the most glorious laugh ever and then said, “Fuck, I hope I don’t sound like that.”

  “Well, something close to that,” I teased as we walked down to my room.

  It was moments like this that my defiance came with great reward. I wasn’t supposed to visit him and even though I did, I was greeted with a warm and loving Jett. It made my hope for what we were going through grow stronger. He wasn’t pushin
g me away, he really was trying to protect me.

  Chapter Thirty

  “Hold On”

  Jett

  The smell of coffee permeated my office walls as I looked over a couple of bid options my lawyer put together for Lot 17. Everything was coming together and I felt confident in the proposals we had on the table. I had my lawyer put a couple bids together just in case after the Mayor’s Ball I found something out that needed to be addressed in the proposal. Right now, we accounted for every little thing that could go astray and wrote up a proposal for each. They were due the day after the Mayor’s Ball so we had to be prepared.

  I couldn’t wait for all this bullshit to be over and to get Goldie back in my arms. Last night…fuck last night was amazing. After we played around in the Bourbon Room, we went back to her room and I held on to her until the middle of the night, she woke me up with the stroke of her hand against my erection which I had no clue I had until she brought my attention to it. I reprimanded her in a good way for not asking permission first and wound up tying her to her bed, making her scream until her voice went hoarse. She then passed out in my arms and was able to contain her crazy sleeping habits and wake up with her head resting on my shoulder. Our blankets might have been swirled around into a rat’s nest in the middle of the night but she stayed in my arms.

  A light knock came to my office door and a little honey-haired girl popped her head through the crack, making me smile from ear to ear. She did that to me, without even saying anything. Just her presence sent my heart hammering.

  “May I come in?”

  “Of course,” I said as I sat back in my chair.

  She was freshly showered and she had a little bag at her side, probably her overnight clothes from the night before. Stopping in front of my desk she twisted her hands as she looked down at me.

  “What are you doing, come here,” I said as I scooted out from my desk and patted my lap.

  Her eyes brightened as she walked over, set her bag down and sat on my lap.

  The flowery scent pouring off her was heaven as I took in the smell of her skin, the softness of her hair and the way she felt in my arms.