Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

  A hiss escaped my lips as I continued to pump inside her. Our eyes never left each other and I watched as her eyes glazed over from the pleasure I was giving her.

  I was close as I felt my balls start to tighten and my jaw tick from trying to hold off but once I saw her mouth open from pleasure, I was fucking lost. I pulled tightly on her hair and fucked her, fucked her hard. Without permission, she screamed my name as her hips slammed into mine. I didn’t care because at that moment, when her inner walls constricted around me, an animalistic grunt exploded out of me as I came inside her. It was earthy; everything about our orgasm was and I couldn’t believe at the moment that every time with Goldie just kept getting better and better. There was never a dull moment between us and never once was I bored. I only craved her more and more each time.

  Once we rode out our wave of pleasure, we paused and just stared at each other in the mirror. She was the first to break our gaze as she lowered her head and tried to regain her breath.

  I released her hair, pulled the top of her shirt off so she was naked now and picked her up in my arms. She giggled as I flipped her around so she was straddling my hips and facing me. Her hands graced my cheeks and her lips found mine. Passionately, I kissed her back and pushed her up against the wall, starting to stir another bout of arousal over me.

  This was how it was with Goldie, she was a man-eater who turned me into a crazed man who wasn’t fully satisfied until I passed out.

  It was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Do I Wanna Know?”

  Lo

  Light filtered through my curtains as the morning fell upon me. I was sore, really sore but the best sore a girl could be because I was fucked last night in all the right ways. I looked around the room and realized, I wasn’t in the Bourbon Room where I passed out but instead, I was in my room.

  Disappointment greeted me as I realized that even though Jett might have claimed me as his, I was still not allowed to sleep over. Disappointment probably wasn’t the right description, I was more upset. I really thought we made a connection last night, but I guess not if he wasn’t even willing to share a bed with me. That was the whole reason why we had a fight, because he couldn’t hold me, cuddle me and now that I’m lying here in my bed, naked and alone, I’m realizing that we are back to square one.

  A lonely tear fell down my cheek as I tried to rein in my emotions. I tried to focus on the way he stared at me in the eyes with more than just lust last night, how he lit up when I walked into the room and how he made me repeat throughout the night how he was mine, but with all that even added up, I still wished he was able to put aside whatever past he had and move forward with me. It was gut- wrenching to know that he didn’t want to share a bed with me.

  I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling at the same time my hand landed on something that was not a pillow.

  Screaming at the top of my lungs, I lunged back and almost fell out of my bed as I gripped the headboard. A head full of untamed, wild hair, popped up and the confused eyes of Jett Colby searched the room as he blinked rapidly from being startled awake.

  “Fucking hell,” I said as I eyed him.

  His hand grabbed the bridge of his nose as he said, “Jesus, Goldie. What the hell are you doing screaming like that?”

  “What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” I asked as I motioned at his naked torso.

  Dear God, let him be fully naked.

  Jett looked down at himself and then back up at me with such a panty-melting smile that I was instantly turned on and ready for him.

  “I’m pretty sure I was sleeping with you until you went and started screaming like a banshee.”

  “Sleeping with me? When did you start doing that?”

  I know I sounded like an idiot and that I wanted exactly what was happening but I was so startled, I didn’t know how to react.

  Lifting off the bed, Jett grabbed my arm and pulled me down so he was hovering over me, gently caressing my face.

  “Ever since I put this around your neck.” He thumbed my necklace. “This gives me the right to sleep in your bed, to pretty much do whatever I want.”

  My insides turned as butterflies floated around in my stomach from his touch. I was falling for the man and it was deadly. In a matter of hours, the man had made me feel more beautiful, needed and wanted more than anyone had ever in my life.

  “Oh,” I responded, still lost in the way he was looking down at me.

  He rubbed my cheek and then looked at me with a questionable eyebrow.

  “Were you crying?”

  Quickly swiping my cheeks, I lied and said, “No.”

  “Goldie…” he drawled out.

  “Okay, I was.”

  “Why?” he asked with sincerity.

  “It’s so stupid but I thought that you didn’t stay the night and it seemed like everything we’ve been through was worth nothing.”

  Shifting so he was now on top of me, he responded, “Let’s get one thing straight, everything we do is worth something, even if it’s something as small as a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Everything between us matters and secondly, I know I’ve been an ass in the past but when I gave you this necklace, I made a promise to you that I’m trying, I’m trying for us.”

  I nodded as excitement bubbled in me from his words. “I was just thrown off because I was in my room. Why didn’t we stay in the Bourbon Room?”

  Jett placed a kiss on my forehead and said, “Sweet little one, the Bourbon Room is for playing, not for intimacy. I brought you down to your room to be intimate with you, to hold you, to feel your breath even out as you slept and to wake up to the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

  “You’re going to make me fucking cry,” I admitted as I looked up at him.

  “Don’t cry.” He kissed my cheeks and then my nose. This was the Jett I wanted, the sweet Jett, the one who didn’t mind waking up with me and dealing with my medusa hair and smeared makeup.

  “Can I ask you something?” I asked as he kissed down my neck.

  “Of course.”

  “Why didn’t we just go to your room?”

  I was so curious about what his room looked like, what was in there, how big his bed was, how he decorated it. I wanted to know.

  He stopped kissing my neck and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. I shouldn’t have asked because I could feel him tense up.

  “It’s okay,” I said while rubbing his back. “You don’t have to tell me—”

  “No, I do,” he interrupted me. “I want to be honest with you, Goldie, so I’m probably going to tell you something you don’t want to hear. I need to take this slow, okay? I know you want all of me and I’m trying to give you all of me. I’m there physically but emotionally, I’m working on it. You have to give me time and bringing you into the only world that I have to myself is a big step. I just need some time to figure things out before I do that, okay?”

  I nodded my head and continued to rub his back as reassurance. “I understand, Jett. I won’t push you, I promise. I’m just so happy that you’ve decided to even give me this, give me the chance to hold you in the morning. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me.”

  He smiled and kissed my nose.

  With my index finger, I pressed the corner of his mouth where he was smiling and said, “This right here, this smile is something that I will never get over. You don’t show many emotions, Mr. Colby, and when you do, I feel like my heart twists in my chest. You’re so handsome and when you smile, my chest constricts with elation. You make me feel so good. You’re mine, Jett, you’re so fucking mine.”

  Smoothing out my hair, Jett leaned down and kissed me. When he pulled away, he said, “You’re mine too, little one, all mine.”

  In one quick motion, Jett flipped me around so he was underneath me and his erection was poking at me, begging for entrance.

  “Do you have something to say to me?” he asked as his hands ran up my
stomach and started thumbing my nipples. Oh fuck yes, I did!

  “Yes, what’s for breakfast?”

  Jett pinched my nipple, making me squeal in pleasure and laugh.

  “Okay.” I smiled and laughed. “I’m here to submit to you.”

  “Ride me then, little one.”

  I didn’t have to be asked twice. I backed up and turned around so my back was to him now. If I was going to ride him, I was going to ride him right. He must have appreciated my spin of his demand because he groaned and started massaging my ass as I positioned myself. I stroked his cock a couple of times and then sat up on my knees and slammed down hard on his erection. We both moaned together as friction started to build between us.

  “Your ass is so perfect,” he said as I placed my hands on his thighs, bent over and started pumping up and down so he got a great view of what he just claimed was perfection.

  “Oh, Jett. Oh fuck, this feels so good.”

  He didn’t respond, instead he grunted some more and started matching my thrusts. Not being able to hold myself up in the position that I was in anymore, I sat up and arched my back so my hands were now balancing behind me. My tits were in the air as I continued to work Jett’s cock.

  In the midst of pleasure, I heard my door fly open, startling both Jett and I and that’s when I saw Kace.

  “Ah, fucking Christ!” He threw his hands up as I screamed and Jett yelled.

  “What the fuck, get out of here!”

  Jett was like a fucking naked ninja as he grabbed a hold of me, flipped me off his dick and covered me up so fast I wasn’t sure if Kace even saw anything.

  He was shielding his eyes with his arm as he held up his other hand in apology.

  “Jesus, I didn’t fucking know you were in here,” Kace said as he tried to back out of the room.

  Jett was out of bed and putting his pants on in no time as he walked toward Kace.

  “What the fuck are you doing barging in her room like that? What if she was getting dressed, fuckhead?”

  “She’s late for practice!” Kace spat back as he straightened his posture and averted his eyes from the bed. In an instant, Kace grew defensive as Jett charged after him. Sparks started to fly between them and the testosterone in the room grew thick.

  “That doesn’t give you the right to come running in here. It’s called knocking.” Jett pushed Kace into the door.

  Oh fuck. Rage poured through Kace’s eyes as he charged after Jett. I was out of bed in no time with the sheet wrapped around my body trying to break up the fight. As I went to stop them, I tripped on my sheet and flung forward so I slid right between them with my hands out as if I was trying to slide into second base. A loud thump and grunt escaped me while I landed on the ground, nipples first.

  “Jesus!” Jett shouted as he bent down and gathered my blankets to cover me up and then picked me up. He held me in his arms as he looked at Kace. “This is your one and final warning, don’t you ever come fucking charging in here again. This is not your room.”

  Kace got right in Jett’s face and spoke so close that I could smell the fresh soap of his shower coming off his body. I wouldn’t mind a Goldie sandwich right about now with these two men. Holy hell, that would be hot.

  “Just because your relationship with Goldie is different now doesn’t mean she can let the other girls down.”

  “Put me down, Jett. He’s right,” I said as I started to feel guilty. I shouldn’t let the girls down just because I was fucking the boss. Well, more than fucking.

  “No, I will not put you down,” Jett retorted. “I will not fucking stand for the way he’s treating you right now.”

  “Oh fuck off,” Kace said as he spun around and headed out the door. Before he left, he turned back around and said, “You know I’m happy for you two but, Jett, there has to be a line. If Lo is going to be a Jett Girl, then you are going to have to treat her like one.”

  Jett was silent for a second as he pondered what Kace was saying.

  “Well, then she’s no longer a Jett Girl.”

  “What?!” Both Kace and I said together.

  I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but Jett wouldn’t let me go.

  “She’s no longer a Jett Girl, simple as that.”

  Kace threw his hands up in the air and said, “Whatever,” and took off down the hallway, leaving me with the very overbearing Mr. Colby.

  “Put me down.” I scrambled until he finally set me down. He shut the door and stood in front of it with his arms crossed.

  I told myself not to get distracted by the way his muscles were flexing right in front of me or the way his angry stare was fucking hotter than hell.

  “You can’t be serious,” I said as I gathered my sheet and threw it on the bed. I walked into my closet and threw on some lingerie and a shirt, then went to the bathroom where I started brushing out the rat’s nest that was my hair.

  Standing in the doorway, Jett crossed his arms again and observed me.

  “I’m dead serious. Your show days are over.”

  “No, they’re fucking not,” I spat back.

  Jett came up behind me and looked at me in the mirror, bringing up the memories of last night but I pushed them back and didn’t let them distract me. Point, Goldie!

  Lifting his hand to touch my necklace, he said, “The moment I put this on you meant that you are for me and me only. That means no more showing your body off for members, no more strutting your stuff and no more fucking lap dances.”

  “You’re insane!” I threw my hands up in defense and then spun around to look at him, hair brush hanging out of my hair. “What if I don’t want to wear this anymore?” I went to reach to the back to unclasp the necklace when Jett grabbed my hands and spun me against the bathroom wall.

  His face was inches from mine as he spoke to me. “This is not a fucking game to me so don’t turn it into one. If you take that necklace off, then it means we are over, completely finished. I will not have you using that as a scare tactic, do you hear me?”

  I nodded and gulped at the same time.

  Taking a chance I said, “Jett, I want to be honest with you so I’m going to tell you something you probably don’t want to hear,” I repeated his words from earlier, he understood the honesty we were trying to show each other. “You’re being a possessive ass right now.”

  His head pulled away from my words. I tried not to laugh at the confused look he was giving me.

  “Just because there is something between us doesn’t mean you can control my entire life. I want to be up on stage, I want to be a team with the girls, it makes me happy.”

  “But I don’t want…” I placed my hand over his mouth and stopped him from talking.

  “I understand that you don’t want other men seeing me, I get that but what if we compromise?” His eyebrow lifted in question but he didn’t start yelling so I continued, “What if I take out all lap dances, save those only for you.” I winked at him and continued, “And what if I wore more tasteful lingerie like Francy? Stuff that’s not as revealing. Would that be okay?”

  The tightness of his jaw and the tick of it that was going off like a firecracker had me nervous but he finally succumbed and said, “Fine, but absolutely no lap dances, that’s non-negotiable.”

  “That’s fine,” I said while hope sprang through me.

  “Fine, but I don’t like it.”

  “I know.” I patted his face and kissed him on the lips. “But just think how great the sex will be after a presentation?”

  I walked toward the door, to join the girls, when Jett stopped me and said, “The sex will always be great, little one.”

  If the girls weren’t waiting on me, I would be jumping Jett’s bones right now. The man was too damn sexy, it was hard to pry myself away, but I did with a kiss blown in his direction and my best hip swag to leave him begging for more. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw Jett running his hands through his hair as he paced my room. Job well done.

  ***

 
When I went to the Toulouse Room to join practice, it was empty so I took the chance and went back to Kace’s room to apologize and tell him the new restrictions on my Jett Girl contract.

  Like usual, the hallway to his room was dark and creepy so I walked down it as quickly as possible. When I reached his room, I knocked twice and waited. I could hear him shifting around and then he called out, “Come in.”

  I walked in and saw Kace sitting in a chair with his legs propped up on the window sill. There was a guitar in his hands and he continued to look out the window as I walked in. When did he start playing the guitar? God, his sex appeal was at death con one level. Well, I would give him two, Jett was at one now that he introduced me to his panty-melting smile.

  “Hi, Kace.”

  I wouldn’t have thought he was affected by my presence since he didn’t turn around from the sound of my voice but I did notice a slight stiffness in his shoulders when I broke the silence.

  “What do you want, Lo?”

  “I wanted to tell you—”

  “Oh shit, Kace, I almost forgot my…” Pepper’s voice trailed off as she entered from the hallway and saw me standing in the middle of Kace’s room.

  Kace stood up instantly and looked at Pepper with a death glare.

  “Uh, sorry. Didn’t know you were in here, Lo.”

  “Just talking to Kace about my new provisions.”

  “Cool,” Pepper said as she nodded and looked around, avoiding eye contact, just like Kace.

  Umm…this was awkward.

  “Do you need to talk to Kace?” I asked as I started to walk toward the door.

  “No, uh, I can just, um come back later,” Pepper said as she continued to look around.

  Her wandering eyes were driving me crazy so I looked around too. What was going on?

  Realization hit me when I saw Pepper’s purse on Kace’s nightstand with her Jett Girl lingerie sticking out of it and next to the nightstand were three opened condom wrappers.

  “Oh my God!” I shouted as Kace’s hand flung around my mouth and Pepper grabbed her purse and headed for the door.