Own It

by M Dauphin

  “Gala for the charity the company just donated to.” He looks back down at his phone.

  “You don’t look like you want to go,” I say, shifting to sit on the counter across the kitchen from him.

  “I do. It’ll be great for the company.” He looks up at me. “Plans tonight, Lo?”

  I smile and cross my ankles.

  “Dinner. Drinks.” I shrug. “Nothing too exciting.”

  “With who?” He stands and brings his cup to the sink, then raises an eyebrow and stares at me, crossing his arms.

  “A friend, Chris. I do have those, you know.”

  “That friend’s name wouldn’t be Jett, would it?” He asks like he’s the smartest fucker on earth and I want to punch the smugness of his face. It’s unnecessary.

  “Could be.” I hop off the counter and grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

  “He’s not safe, Lo. And he’s too old for you.”

  “Ha!” I bark, spinning to glare at him. “When are you going to realize you don’t, nor will you ever, run my life?”

  I don’t even want to know how my brother knows him. It’s like he knows everyone in this damn city… of course he knows him. God he annoys me! He makes me feel like an annoying teenager sometimes, and I fucking hate it.

  “I just don’t want to see you get hurt, sis. You need to get back on your feet, not knocked off them.”

  “I think I know exactly what I need,” I growl.

  And it happens to be Jett right between my legs.

  Glancing around the room, there’s no sign of Jett anywhere. I pull out my phone to check that this is the correct spot and I didn’t mistake ‘market’ for ‘bar’ or ‘restaurant… but I didn’t. He said the local market on fifth street. It’s raining outside so I came in, the vendors are crazy and even at 6 pm it’s insane here! Honestly, I’ve never been here even though I’ve lived in the city my entire life, but I’m happy I’ve avoided it. Way too crazy for my liking.

  “Lo!” I hear him yell from across the room. When I spin, I find him in the doorway, bike helmet in hand, grinning from ear to ear. I smile, an almost genuine smile, and walk over to him, having to push my way past a group of tourists trying to get twelve people into a small picture shot.

  “Hey,” I huff when I finally make it to him.

  “Here, put this on.” He’s smiling brightly and shoving a bike helmet in my hands. I hold it but it’s completely foreign to me. “A helmet?” I question hesitantly. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle, Jett.” Eyebrows raised in question, he takes the helmet from my hands and slides it over my head, pushing my ponytail flat against my head. There goes the cute messy bun I worked so hard on.

  “It’s raining outside!” I literally giggle at the immense smile on his face.

  “Yea, and? You’re not going to melt, are you?” He slides his helmet on, still smiling widely, and grabs my hand.

  “Wait!” I wail in laughter as he pulls me outside and into the pouring rain. He throws his leg over the bike waiting by the curb and holds his hand out for me. I take it, thankful I used my backpack style bag tonight, and hike a leg over the back of the bike. He shifts around enough to reach me and flips down the visor, still grinning like a madman, then turns around and pulls my arms around him. The rumble of the engine comes to life and suddenly the shorts I’m wearing feel like nothing compared to the wet leather and the warm body in front of me.

  “Shit,” I whisper, tightening my body around him. I feel him chuckle, then he takes off.

  We ride into the countryside, just outside the city. It doesn’t take me long to get the hang of being on the bike. Jett’s an amazing rider, smooth and controlled. Without him I’d probably have fallen off seconds into the drive, but with him I feel safe. He doesn’t slow down as we approach cars on the road; he glides around them with ease and perfection. The rumble of the bike and me being pressed against Jett is doing all kinds of things to my libido right now. Who would’ve thought that a bike ride could turn someone on so much? The rain slows around a half hour into the drive and by the time the city starts to disappear so do the clouds.

  “You okay back there?” I hear in my ear, taking me by surprise.

  “Perfect,” I say, watching the sunset through the breaking clouds on the horizon. “This is amazing.”

  “Figured you’d like it.” He relaxes a little and I let my grip loosen out of comfort.

  “Tighten those hands, kid.” I grin and tighten my arms around him, pressing my body against his as hard as I can.

  When the bike slows the sun’s almost completely gone and I can just see the glow of the city lights in the distance.

  He pulls over, and we travel down a few country roads before he finally pulls to a stop. I unbuckle the helmet and pull it off, fluffing my hair while he hangs the helmets on the handlebars. He stands, pulling me off the bike and helping me stand. I let out a giggle when I realize my legs feel like jelly for riding for so long.

  “You alright there?” He smirks at me and I can’t help but smile back. He’s infectious. He makes me feel light and free… I haven’t felt free in a long time. Why would my brother warn he’s not good for me?

  “Perfect, thank you.” I spin and look around. The countryside is a stark difference from the city life. The trees, the wild grass flowing in the wind. Hell, even the stars out here are brighter. “It’s beautiful out here.”

  “Yea. I come out here a lot when I need to think.”

  “I believe it,” I whisper, finally meting his gaze.

  “Do you know who I am, Lauren?” He asks out of nowhere. His eyes steel on mine and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

  “Uh… Jett,” I answer, feeling like a dumbass for only knowing this guy’s first name.

  “Yes. Correct,” he says, half chuckling. His hand goes to the back of his neck and he shoves one in his pocket. “So you don’t remember much from last night, huh?”

  Is he embarrassed? Why would he bring me out here if he’s embarrassed? What the hell’s with this guy?

  “Uh… I mean I remember a lot,” I stammer. “A lot of amazing, delicious things.” I bite my lip and take a step towards him. He chuckles and curses.

  “You’re Chris Manners’ little sister,” he states and I stop moving towards him. If my brother even got to Jett I’m gonna kill him.

  “And?”

  “It’s me, Lauren. Or should I say Lanky Lauren? Jett Voss.”

  His use of my childhood nickname almost stops my heart and the last name... Oh God.

  “I haven’t heard that nickname since Brandon used to call me it in seventh grade,” I whisper, eyeing him strangely. “You’re his older brother.” Last night something was digging at my memory but I couldn’t place it. I didn’t think twice about it today. No fucking wonder he was there last night, Brandon was his brother! “Oh God,” I moan, shoving my hands in my face so he can’t see the embarrassment. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I manage through the emotions. What the hell have I done? Chris is really going to kill me! I… I was giving him trouble last night about Brandon’s widow but… I slept with his brother!

  Jett laughs and lets out a frustrated growl, making me look over at him.

  “When did you find out?” I ask.

  “Today. I stopped by your brother’s place to talk… I didn’t get to yesterday. He warned me away from you,” he says, grinning.

  “He did, did he?” Wait. Jett was at my place and I didn’t even know it. I must have been out to the world for longer than I thought.

  It all starts to make sense. What he said to me last night at the bar, his being nosey in my life all day today. He knew the whole time. And then he tried telling Jett not to be around me? That… well that infuriates me.

  “He sure did,” he whispers.

  “And what exactly did you tell him.”

  Taking the three strides it takes to get to me, his hands are on me and his lips crash into mine. He kisses me like he’s starved for it. He kisses me like I’m hi
s one. His own. It terrifies me but it ignites something in me that I thought was long dead. His tongue glides past my lips and he lets me taste him… and fuck he tastes good. His arms grab my ass and lift me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist as my hands find their grip in his hair. We devour each other, only pulling back when it starts to rain again.

  “Well,” I pant, my hands moving to the side of his face. Mere inches away, he’s still fucking grinning and I can’t stop the same from spreading on my lips. “If that’s how you responded to my brother I can’t wait to hear why he didn’t punch you.”

  He barks out a laugh and sets me on my feet then presses his lips to mine again.

  “You’re something else, kid,” he says against my lips. This new nickname, though I feel I should hate it, makes me feel more special than I probably should. This guy is all kinds of sex on two legs; he’s probably fucked three other girls just today.

  Okay so that’s more than likely not possible, but come on! The toned body, tanned skin, perfect hair, chiseled jawline – any girl would be lucky to have this man yet here he is with me!

  “You wanna have some fun?” I blurt, eyeing the bike before flicking my eyes back to him. He’s narrowed his eyes at me, waiting.

  “I’m always down for fun, Lo,” he growls.

  I bite my lip and start to unbutton my shorts and slide them down my legs, underwear and all, before stepping out of them and tossing them at him.

  “I’ve never had sex outside,” I whisper right before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the ground.

  “That’s going to get all kinds of dirty down there, kid,” he manages, though his hand just went to his crotch and is rubbing himself so softly I know he’s not really worried about the dirt.

  “I want to get dirty,” I whisper, walking over to him. “Don’t you, Jett?” I pout my lip out and he snaps, reaching out and pulling me fully against him and taking my lip into his mouth, biting it until the pain starts to overcome me and I whimper in his arms.

  “Knees,” he demands, his eyes made of steel.

  I grin and fall to my knees, the mud underneath me strangely turns me on even more than I already am. I immediately start to work his jeans off him. When I pull him free from his boxers, I grin up at him, his eyes hooded with desire, and I lock eyes with him as my mouth goes around his tip. He curses and his hand goes to the back of my head, pushing me tight against him, letting his dick fill my throat until my lips hit his base.

  “Fuck, Lo,” he huffs, pulling my head back a bit. “Your mouth feels way too fucking good,” he growls.

  I let him take the lead, every now and then my mouth pops off his tip and he hisses, groans, and makes any other sexual noise a man can make.

  And fuck I love it.

  “Get up,” he demands, and I do as I’m told, grinning and wiping the spit from my mouth. He narrows his eyes at me, then kicks off his pants, takes my hand and walks over to the bike. Straddling the bike, he pulls me onto the seat facing him. My core directly in line with him, his hands on my lower back, his eyes locked on mine.

  “Fuck me, Lo.” His voice gravel, full of lust and need, and a shudder rakes my body.

  The rain starts to come down heavier as he helps lift me over him. My legs rest on his strong thighs and my feet find the passenger footrest as I sink onto him.

  “Oh God,” I gasp as I start to rock on him.

  “Not too fast, kid,” he groans. “I’d like to end this my way, not in the mud.” He holds me still for a moment, pressing his forehead to mine. “Good God your pussy is fan-fucking-tastic.”

  I moan and start to ride him, slowly rocking back and forth, each time thrusting a little harder and faster. He leans down and bites onto my tit, his hand fisting in my hair as I fuck him until my legs are shaking and my orgasm is threatening to rip through me.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasp. “Oh God I’m gonna come.” My hands grasp onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin, and I ride him as hard as I can.

  “You want to come, huh?” he growls, pushing my body down so I’m lying on the front of the bike. His hand rests on my pelvis and his thumb starts to play lazy circles on my clit, feeling the buzz in every fucking part of my body. “Come around me, Lo,” he growls loudly, slamming into me.

  “Oh God!” I cry out as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rips through me.

  “Fuck yes,” he hisses, pumping into me a few more times before letting out a feral growl and clenching onto my tit, hard, and completely letting go of his release.

  “Holy fuck.” he pants, pulling me up and cradling my body. The rain’s dousing us and all of our belongings, but neither of us care.

  This man… holy hell this man.

  I scoot away from him and grin.

  “I’m soaked!” I squeal, realizing the rain isn’t letting up like I figured it would and wiping water from my face.

  “I fucking know.” He reaches between my legs and I lean back slightly, letting him slide his fingers in me with ease and moaning at the sensation. “Jesus,” he whispers and I watch him bring his fingers to his lips and taste me.

  If I could melt into this bike right here I would. God that’s hot.

  And then my stomach growls and completely ruins the moment. In pure embarrassment my eyes go wide and I flip my leg over the bike and start searching for my bag.

  “Sorry,” I grumble, pulling my clothes out of the bag. Forgoing the bra, I throw on the t-shirt and shorts faster than I ripped the other ones off. He’s sitting on the bike watching me with an amused look on his face.

  “I gotta say. That’s the fastest someone’s ever gotten dressed after fucking me into oblivion. I’m not even certain I’d be able to walk right now if I stood up.” He laughs and leans back, spreading out his arms and letting the rain hit him full on.

  I watch him while I button my pants and wonder why this man seems so carefree. His brother just died… shouldn’t he be more on my level of not caring about life? His ripped body, the happy trail leading to my favorite place on him, the muscular but still somehow lean and not ‘bodybuilder’ body style is probably the sexiest package on a man I’ve ever seen.

  “What are you doing?” I laugh.

  “Rinsing off. It’s like a shower, kid!”

  “Why do you insist on calling me kid?” I shriek when he hops off the bike and shakes his head right next to me, the water droplets hitting my face.

  “Well, you’re younger than me. Still in your twenties and have a fuck ton of life to live… so kid. It fits.”

  “It’s weird.” I scrunch my nose at him but he doesn’t notice as he puts his wet clothes back on.

  “Could be, but it stays. Now,” he huffs, putting his hands on his hips and smiling. Our outfits are ruined, everything is sopping wet, but I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. “You ready to get some food?”

  “I mean, my stomach is trying to eat me from the inside out.” I shrug, throwing my mud soaked bag on my back. “But I’m a little too gross to go out in public.”

  “I know the perfect spot.” He winks at me and I shake my head at him before sliding back on the helmet and climbing onto the back of the bike.

  ‘Stay away from her.’ HA! I couldn’t fucking stay away from her if I tried! When she messaged that she’s ‘suddenly’ free tonight I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading. She never had fucking plans to begin with… and apparently I got through to her enough for her to need to see me tonight.

  Then… good God then she pulled that in the field and I fell so fucking hard for this woman. She’s guarded, but I’ll break those walls down if it’s the last fucking thing I do. She’s not like anyone else I’ve ever been around. She’s different.

  I feel terrible that I didn’t recognize her last night when I first laid eyes on her, but seriously- that body looked NOTHING like that the last time I saw her. Hell, she was still in grade school then! Can’t blame a guy, really.

  Her hands are tight around
me, her body pressed firmly to mine as we ride back to my place. I almost feel bad for ruining clothes of hers two nights in a row, but not bad enough to take her home to change. She can put on clean clothes at my place.

  Or no clothes at all.

  Plus it’s Saturday night and I have nothing to do until Monday when the world will, yet again, come crashing down on me. I’m going to enjoy her while I can.

  “Where are we going?” She says into her helmet. I grin to myself, revving the engine as we head back to town.

  “I thought we’d go back to my place. Maybe throw in a movie and order some pizza. Unless you were hoping for something fancy.”

  “Oh God pizza sounds amazing!” She wiggles a bit behind me and my dick is begging for more already with her body pushing up against mine like this. I grunt and rest my hand on hers as we drive back to the city. She’s so much more than she tries to put off, and even though I shouldn’t, I want to know every layer of this girl. I want to make her smile… really smile. I’ve watched her and have yet to see her not force a smile. Sure, sex smiles are one thing. That’s hormonal based. I want to make her smile because she’s happy. I want to know everything about her. I shouldn’t; hell I know there’s enough going on in my life right now without adding on this girl to the load, but I can’t exactly stop thinking about her.

  We pass the city limit sign and I turn down a back road to head up to my house. Bakersfield, California isn’t the biggest of cities. It’s not the most populated of the state and not the wealthiest of areas, but it’s perfect for my lifestyle. Hours away from the biggest and most populated cities the country has but quiet enough to not feel like I live in the middle of Hollywood central. Sure, we get plenty of tourists here. Something about California in general that makes people think we’re all celebrities. I’m just happy to have my house and land all to myself out here.

  I pull the bike into the garage and help her off the back before sliding my helmet off and looking up at her.

  Jesus, she’s beautiful.