Being a Jett Girl

by Meghan Quinn

  He was silent as he looked at the floor.

  “Unbelievable. Guess what, Jett, you can go fuck yourself. I’m done. I’m so sick of being thrown around as if I’m just a warm body to fill your nights with. Find another Jett Girl because I’m turning in my set. I’m through.”

  I pushed open the door as Jett called out to me.

  “Don’t you dare leave.”

  I laughed and turned to face him. “Funny thing, Jett. When you’re no longer in charge of me, I can do whatever the fuck I want. I don’t have to listen to you. Good luck with Lot 17 and whatever other bullshit is going on.”

  I turned my back and walked down the stairs to Kace’s room. With three hard pounds to his door, I waited for him to open the door. When he did, he was shirtless, wearing a pair of Nike shorts that rode very low on his waist and his hair was messed up. I looked over his shoulder and saw a bare leg poking out from his bed. He had company but I didn’t care.

  “Can you take me to Diego’s?”

  Without hesitation, he nodded his head and grabbed keys from his bedside table while tossing a shirt over his head. I wanted to make a snarky comment about how he didn’t need the shirt but I held my tongue. I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to leave the club.

  We turned and walked down the hallway, in silence, it was the one time I was thankful for Kace’s inability to have a conversation. We were about to walk out the door when Kace stopped in his tracks. I looked up to see Jett barricading the door to the garage with his body.

  “Goldie, our conversation isn’t over.”

  “But it was over when you hung up on me?” I said over Kace’s shoulder, pinning him in the middle of us.

  “Can we take this upstairs, please,” Jett said in a controlled voice.

  “No, I said this was over. Kace, please just take me home.”

  “Your home is here,” Jett spit out.

  “No, it’s not! I’m living with Diego you…you…douche nugget.”

  Kace’s shoulders visibly shook, I knew he was trying to hold in his laughter so I pinched his side, making him jump to the side.

  “What the fuck?”

  “Don’t laugh at me,” I scolded him.

  He looked over at Jett who seemed like he was starting to foam at the mouth from anger and then back at me. He put his hands up in the air and said, “I don’t want to be a part of this. Sorry, Lo. You’re on your own.”

  “Traitor,” I mumbled as he walked away, leaving me alone with Jett.

  He looked me up and down and then came after me. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my room, the whole time kicking and screaming.

  “You act like I’m about to murder you,” Jett said into my ear as he dropped me down on my bed and then shut my door.

  Moon beams filtered through my window and casted a glow on the delicious man standing in front of me. The contours of his muscles looked deeper from the way the light was bouncing off him as he walked toward me. He pressed his body against mine and pushed me against the bed. I wanted to kick and scream but the warmth of his body had me melting into the mattress.

  “We’re so dysfunctional,” I said deflated.

  He kissed my forehead and said, “I was engaged when I was young and the girl who I thought was supposed to care about me, to spend the rest of my life with me changed her mind and walked out on me, into someone else’s arms. Her reasoning was that I wasn’t man enough, I wasn’t good enough for her. Ever since then, I’ve put my heart on hold, not letting anyone get near it, until you.”

  I was speechless. Who the hell would think that Jett Colby wasn’t good enough for them?

  “Jesus Christ, was she the princess of a far off planet that has yet to be discovered? Who the hell is too good to be with you?”

  Jett chuckled and shook his head. “Apparently her.”

  “Well, she’s a dumb ass because you’re the best man I’ve ever met. You may have your quirks and your overbearing tendencies but you’re sweet and kind and care about others. You have a helping and serving heart and even though you don’t like to open up much, I can feel your emotions running through me, you’re an amazing man and that bitch’s bad decision is my good fucking fortune.”

  He backed away from me for a second and gave me a questioning look. “You’re serious.”

  “Of course I am.”

  “So you don’t think less of me?”

  “You’re high. Why would I think differently of you?”

  “Because—” he shook his head as he steadied his breath, “—because she ran to another man.”

  “Like I said, her loss, my gain.” I stroked his face and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. “Thank you for sharing, Jett. No matter what you say to me, I will never judge you. You didn’t judge me for my past so why would I judge you?”

  He looked visibly pained when he said, “I live in a different world than you, Goldie, where forgiveness isn’t handed out so easily. It’s going to take me a while but I trust you and I want to make this work so even when I’m an ass, you can’t give up on me. Please don’t give up on me.”

  I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes and gathered strength.

  “Then give me a chance. Don’t close me off so easily. Closing me off is only going to lead to me getting mad and my natural tendency is to run when things aren’t going my way. It’s all I know.”

  He nodded and then a small smile spread across his face. “God, we really are dysfunctional.”

  Laughing, I agreed.

  His lips met mine and his body pressed against mine, before I was about to tell him I submitted so get down with business, he pulled away and his face grew serious.

  “Before this goes any further, I need you to know that I’m serious when I say you’re not allowed to walk around by yourself right now. It’s only temporary, so please just honor this wish of mine.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  He looked stunned as he stared down at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I just wasn’t expecting you to agree so easily. You usually put up a fight.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I still have some surprises up my sleeve.”

  He hummed in my ear and said, “I can’t wait to explore them.”

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  “Stolen Dance”

  Jett

  “Dinosaurs are eating my underwear!”

  I shot out of bed and looked around in a near-death panic from Goldie screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “My undies, my undies!” she cried.

  The sheets were all jumbled together and there were lumps everywhere but no sight of Goldie.

  “That color is hideous on you, raptor. No, that is my thong,” she yelled as she hissed and started swinging her arms, identifying where her whereabouts were.

  I sat up and lunged to the bottom of the bed, on the right hand side where her head was hanging off and she was swinging around with her dukes out.

  “Jett got those for me, you blasted long neck. Go eat some leaves, herbivore!”

  I was about to shake her awake until she started insulting dinosaurs by calling them herbivores. I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud and from the pit of my stomach, something I didn’t do very often.

  My laughter must have woken her up because she jack-knifed off the mattress and started swatting at the blanket that was covering her head.

  In the midst of laughter, I pulled the blanket off her head to find my little one wearing nothing and her hair falling over her face. Even in her crazy state of delirium, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

  “Holy crap!” She breathed heavily as she tried to smooth her hair out of her face.

  “Dinosaurs eating your underwear?” I said in a teasing tone.

  “What? How did you know?”

  “Just screaming in your sleep that’s all. I’m pretty sure I almost pissed myself when you woke me up about dinosaurs eating your underwear.”

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sp; Goldie snorted and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry about that. I don’t want no dino messin’ with my skivvies. It’s an honest request.”

  “It is,” I said while pinching her chin with my thumb. “Now what we really need to discuss is why you’re sleeping like a lunatic, horizontally off the bed with your head hanging off the side.”

  “Was I really?” She looked around and assessed her position. “Well, look at that.”

  “I don’t ever sleep with women so you’re going to have to let me know if this is normal behavior,” I joked.

  She took a second to think and then said, “To save my credibility, I’m going to say that other women usually sleep from the ceiling and stare at you while you sleep so me sleeping with my head hanging off the bed, horizontally, is almost normal.”

  I laughed, again. It was a foreign thing to me but with Goldie, it started to become a norm.

  I grabbed her by the waist and brought her down on my chest as I rested back on the mattress.

  “So what you’re telling me is that I’m lucky you’re not hovering over me at night.”

  “Pretty much. Consider me a rare breed.”

  “Oh, I already know you’re a rare breed.” I kissed her chin before she placed her hands on my chest and rested her head on her hands as she looked down at me.

  “I don’t want to go back to Diego’s. I want to stay here, with you.”

  I let out a heavy breath as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

  “Me neither but we don’t really have a choice in the matter. I promise you though, this will be over soon. I have some things in the works and I’m hoping a good distraction will throw some people off.”

  “You really can’t tell me what’s going on?”

  “Goldie, we talked about this. The less you know, the better, okay?”

  “Okay. Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Do you think your mom would have liked me?”

  I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom and how she and Goldie would have hit it off, no question about it. My mom was more reserved but she loved to have a good time and that’s what Goldie was, a good time. I could picture them ganging up on me during holidays. They would be my two girls.

  A pang in my heart started to form as I thought about the loss I suffered and the things my mom was missing out on because she was taken away from me too early.

  Taking a deep breath, I rubbed her back and answered her question. “I think she would have adored you, Goldie. No doubt in my mind.”

  “What about your dad? You never talk about him.”

  I tensed from her question but tried to show as if the question didn’t affect me.

  “He’s a miserable fuck who doesn’t deserve to be talked about.”

  Silence met us as we both lay there, taking in what I said.

  “Did you have any pets growing up?” she asked, not pushing the comment about my father which I appreciated.

  Relaxing slightly, I sank into her embrace and said, “No, unless some measly beta fish counted.”

  “Beta fish? Like those colorful things in a jar?”

  “Yeah.” I laughed.

  “Fuck, that’s depressing but for some reason I can picture it. Did you name them things like Mr. Wetherby and Annabell Figglefort?”

  Figglewhat?” I laughed some more. “No, I named them fish.”

  She sat up and stared down at me.

  “You named your beta fish, fish?” I nodded and she shook her head and lay back down. “Fuck, that is super depressing.”

  “I was more interested in being the best in everything I did, rather than worrying about naming something that was going to die in a few weeks anyway.”

  “Oh, I forgot. Little rich boy problems. Who was the better tennis pro at the club and what kind of white cloth napkins you were going to have at your parties.”

  “Eggshell.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Eggshell, that was the best color white.”

  “Oh my God!” She laughed as she poked my side. “That is so embarrassing that you know that.”

  “I can throw one hell of a party,” I said as I threaded my fingers over her necklace that continued to show up around her neck. Even after some of our worst fights, she still kept it on. It gave me hope.

  “Well then, when it’s my birthday, I expect you to throw me one hell of a party.”

  “When is your birthday, Goldie?”

  She feigned shock as she said, “Something Jett Colby doesn’t know? I’m shocked. You knew my bra and thong size when I walked in this door but you don’t know my birthday?”

  “I could look in your file.” I smiled.

  “God, you’re infuriating. It’s April 24th.”

  I nodded while I thought about what I would do for her birthday when it rolled around which wouldn’t be for a while since it’s already passed for the year but it would be something I would want to celebrate, and make a big deal about.

  “April is a pretty month to be born in, it suits you.”

  “Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. “When is your birthday?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said, hating my birthday. It was never a good day, thanks to my dad.

  She sat up and rubbed my chest. “It matters to me. How else would I give you a birthday blow job?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “Birthday blow job, how is that different than a regular one?”

  “Oh it’s different.” She got excited.

  “How so?” I gripped her waist to stop her from wiggling too much, she was starting to get me a little excited.

  She sat up and pulled down the sheets, exposing my now growing erection. She looked down at it, smiled and grabbed my cock in one swift movement.

  “Fuck,” I moaned out as she started to stroke me.

  “Little one, I don’t believe I gave you permission to be playing down there,” I said with less authority than I wanted.

  She lowered her head and licked the tip of my cock and then said, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”

  The grip she had at the base of my cock was just strong enough that is was pushing all the pressure to my tip, driving me fucking insane.

  “No,” I grunted out. “But you will pay for your defiance.”

  “Mmm, I can’t wait.”

  With that, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She was not playing around, she took what she wanted and ran with it. Her hand ran down, between my thighs and found the weight of my balls. She squeezed them a little harder than normal and then pulled away from my cock, letting it fall to my stomach. I was fucking hard and yearning for her to finish.

  “You see, Jett. For your birthday, I wouldn’t stop like I am now and instead of squeezing your balls like this—” she gestured, “—I would be putting them in my mouth and swirling them around with my tongue while I run my hands slowly up and down your shaft like this.”

  Like a mother fucking sloth, she ran her hand so fucking slow up my cock as I hissed out a heated breath. She was torturing me like I tortured her and damn it I was letting her. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.

  “Goldie…” I said in a strangled voice as her hand continued to torture me.

  She giggled, fucking giggled and then leaned down so her mouth hovered over my dick, making it twitch in excitement. Her hand continued to handle my balls as she rolled them with sweet, torturous precision while her tongue lightly licked the length of my shaft. Her tongue danced along its length, barely making contact. I was going to explode from her torture, from her teasing.

  “Little one, you better get on with it or your punishment is not going to be as pleasurable as you want.”

  “Tell me when your birthday is and I’ll make sure you come like a teenage boy after seeing his first set of fake tits.”

  “December 20th,” I groaned out, needing her to move her lips over my cock.

  She pulled away
and said, “You’re almost a Christmas baby? Aww, why do I find that so adorable?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Goldie, focus!”

  “Oops, sorry. I forgot that your little tippy tip is about to have a bit of a free shower.”

  I cringed. “God, don’t say stuff like that!”

  “I just do it to drive you crazy,” she said casually as my dick bobbed between us.

  I sat up and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth toward mine. I pressed my lips against her and tongue fucked her to the best of my ability until she was breathless. When I pulled away, I pressed my forehead against hers and said slowly, “If you don’t finish me off in the next minute I’m going to make sure I tie you up in the Bourbon Room, bring you to the edge of orgasm and then just leave you there, until I feel like you have paid for the teasing you have put me through today. Don’t fuck with me, Goldie, I don’t play games.”

  Her eyes flew wide open and her mouth was instantly attached to my dick, working me like a damn Popsicle. I dropped to the bed as I let myself feel every pull, every lick, every tug of her mouth on my erection. She gave amazing head, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know if it was the way she rotated her mouth or the combination of her hands on my shaft and balls but I was ready.

  My toes started to tingle, my gut went numb and my balls seized on me as my back arched off the bed and I groaned a feral sound out of the back of my throat, exploding like a maniac into Goldie’s mouth. All the pressure, all the teasing that she built up into me, flew away in one release as my body convulsed and was finally sated.

  Her little body climbed over mine and slipped into the crevice of my neck and shoulder. She played with my chest while I regained my composure.

  My hand drifted up and down her back as we stared up at the ceiling.

  “December 20th, I will make sure to mark that in my calendar. It seems like an amazing day.”

  I just shrugged, once again not wanting to go into it.