by M Dauphin
“He knew you hated this place.” Paisley shrugs. “When I heard you were back here I wondered why, but I thought maybe it was your way of coping or something.” She chuckles lightly. “We all knew how much you hated it here, Jett.”
“What is this, Pais?” I shake the papers and toss them on the desk. “What, you think? That making a fake document is going to get me out of this? I’m not risking that,” I growl.
“No, that’s… Jett this is his legal will. What Stan showed you… he’s gone off the grid and paid people to file a fraud final will and testament.” She huffs and looks back at Chris. “Help, here?”
“Dude, he took the will that was presented to him and added in the clause of you working here. I’ve been doing insane amounts of digging because I knew your brother wouldn’t force you to work here. When I couldn’t find anything, I turned to Paisley.”
“I asked you not to do that.” I clench my fists, glaring at him.
“Yea, well it’s a damn good thing I did, man. She knew immediately what Stan had done.” He nods down the hall. “That man added a clause very illegally to a will. He went as far as to pay multiple people at the courthouse off to swap it for his ‘will’ that way when I went looking into it I wouldn’t find any bread crumbs.”
“He’s a dead man,” I growl.
“We gotta play this smart, Jett. Step one is making sure there’s someone capable to run this place. Step two is putting Stan’s ass in jail.”
“Step three is putting his ass in jail.”
“What’s step two?” He asks with a slight grin. He knows me all too well.
“Kicking said ass.” I growl.
“Who’s going to run this place, though?” Paisley speaks up.
“I just so happen to have a name of a kid Brandon was training. Hampton Bates. Brandon’s protégé of sorts. Name ring a bell to you?”
“Nah,” I huff, unable to process all this right now.
“No surprise. Stan fired him the day after Brandon’s death and seemingly deleted all files on him. Looks like he wanted to make sure you’d walk in here and the company would be struggling… forcing you to work hard for the money.” He shrugs. “I can bring this kid back and see what he knows.”
“Worth a shot,” I huff and look at them. “So…. Ten pm on a Monday night is a good time to do this? Not earlier today?”
“Oh we had to wait until the kids got in bed,” Paisley says, standing up and I flash my glare to Chris.
“Yea uh… and I had a meeting until now,” he stumbles over his words and I grin at them. Sure. I don’t fucking buy it.
“Right… well, thank you for this. I have to get home to Lo.” I clear my throat and grab my things. This place can so fuck themselves. I wish it all the best, but I’m fucking done here.
“I heard about her new job. That’s great for her!” Paisley speaks up as we lock up my office.
“Yea, it’s amazing. I’m really proud of her,” I say honestly. I’m so proud of her and I only hope she loves it as much as she did when she first got into the profession.
“I’m glad my sister has you, Jett.” Chris nods. “We’ll be in touch tomorrow, I assume?” I nod and he returns the gesture before walking to the car with Paisley.
I spin and look at the ominous building and kick a rock at it.
Fuck me. I’m getting the fuck out of this place!
The ride home was the most freeing ride I’ve had since that first one I did with Lo. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve gone out together and she’s been begging me to help her pick out her own bike. Now that I’ll be at the shop daily, I think that just might have to be on the agenda. As much as I love her pressed up against me on one bike, seeing her driving her own? Good god just thinking about it makes me hard.
“Oh honey, I’m home!” I yell, opening the door and finding the house dark.
Well, dark expect for a line of candles making their trail back to the bedroom.
“Good fucking Christ, yes,” I growl, stripping my clothes as I go.
“I thought you’d never get home.” She whispers from the bed. Not quite nude, but the get-up she’s wearing hardens my cock to almost painful levels.
“Holy fuck, Lo,” I whisper, dropping to my knees and crawling to her. She’s sitting at the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy absolutely glistening. The black fishnet body suit she’s wearing has convenient holes for easy access and is cut out around her tits. Her dark hair cascades around her face and she looks down at me with a devious grin on her face.
“Welcome home Mr. Voss.” Her seductive whisper is enough to make a grown man weak in the knees. And if I weren’t already on mine in front of her I’d be a sinking ship.
“What in fuck’s sake did I do to deserve this?” I whisper, my hands going to her thighs as I breathe in her scent. She moans and brings her hands to my head, pulling my face forward and allowing me to taste just how wet she really is. I hear her moan and switch to auto pilot, enjoying bringing her to her first orgasm of the night in mere minutes as soon as I slip my fingers inside her.
“Fuck, Jett,” she gasps, riding my face. I suck, flick, and finger fuck her until she’s pushing me away and staring at me like a starved animal.
“I could do with those home-comings shenanigans every fucking night.”
“Just don’t make it a habit to be so late,” she purrs, her hands roaming my body as I stand in front of her.
“Don’t worry, I’m in charge now.”
“Right. Until the next employee needs you or the next drill breaks.” She rolls her eyes and I grin at her. “Why are you smiling? I fucking miss you.” Her hand cups me through my pants and I groan, focusing on the topic at hand.
“No more Shuer, babe.” I grin at her when she looks at me with a look of confusion. “Stan rigged the will. He’s in a fuck ton of trouble and there never was a clause that I had to work there in order for the girls to get their money. Your brother and Paisley figured it all out.” I’m fucking beaming, never been so happy before than I am right now.
I have my girl. I have a bike shop I own and love, and I no longer have to work for the corporation I helped establish.
Fuck. Yes.
We spend the rest of the night in bed together worshipping each other’s bodies and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When the sun rises in the morning, I don’t make a move to get up. Today’s a new day, and I’m living my life the way it needs to be lived.
We’re doing this for us, and not for anyone else.
“New Year’s Eve is supposed to be fun!” Jett’s being a party pooper and giving me grief about going out tonight, but I’m not going to let him ruin this. Bex and I have really been trying to get the boys to be more social the past few months and so far we’ve only succeeded in one couples date since Jett left Sheur and the stress of the corporate world left his shoulders.
And thank God for that because I seriously thought he was working himself into the grave just like his brother did. That place sucks your soul and it was doing just that to him. When he came back to the shop his entire demeanor went from stressed and angry back to the light hearted man I fell in love with. These past couple months have been surreal. I never knew I could feel this happy again after I lost Sam, but Jett has taught me how to live with my demons. Sure there’s bad days, but I know that’s all they are. Days. My life almost ended after my son died. Jett taught me how to live again. This last year had it’s ups and downs, but we’re about to start a new year fresh, happy, and most importantly – together. I never thought I’d rely on someone else as much as I do him, but it just feels right.
“I can have just as much fun here in bed with you as I can out in a field with a hundred other people.” He rolls his eyes and shoves the toothbrush in his mouth. I grin and cock an eyebrow at him.
“We can always have fun out in the field. I seem to remember having a grand ol’ time a few months ago in one.” I wink and spin, walking into the bedroom to pic
k out my outfit for tonight. Winters here aren’t too cold and even tonight is supposed to be mild, so I’m not worried about being too cold outside. I’m more worried about having on too many layers in case we decide to have a little outdoor fun…
“I’ll have fun with you wherever I please,” He growls from behind me when I walk back into the bedroom, his hands going around my waist. I grin and grind my ass against him, feeling his erection swelling.
“Oh I know that, big boy.” I let out a small moan when his hand slips under my panties and goes straight for my core.
“Fuck, Lo, you’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” His lips land on my neck and I roll my head to the side, letting him play me into a stupor.
“I’m glad I didn’t get dressed yet,” I murmur as he pulls my panties all the way down. His hand presses firm on my upper back, bending me over at the waist and I grip onto the bedspread. He slowly pushes into me, making me moan in pleasure, and his hand falls quickly to my ass.
“Fuck!” I scream.
“Bend over the bed, babe,” he whispers.
I do as I’m told and purr when I hear the lube bottle click. We’ve done ass play before and each time I think I’m going to hate it but it just keeps getting better. The cold liquid falls over my ass and as he thrusts, his thumb slips into my hole and I moan.
“Oh fuck, Jett.”
In and out. In and out. His thumb plays me until I don’t think I can take it any longer, then he pulls completely out of me and slaps my ass hard.
“Noooo,” I whine, wiggling my ass back to him.
“Knees on the bed, babe. Spread ‘em.”
I look behind me and grin, bring my knees up to the mattress and watch as he strokes himself. His hooded eyes locked on my pussy and just that act makes me so fucking turned on. His hand rests on my ass and as he slips into me, so slowly, he locks his eyes on mine and I bite my lip from the pressure.
“Slow, Lo,” he whispers as I try to push back onto him. “Fuck,” he huffs, throwing his head back. He’s filling me in a way no man ever has before and it feels almost too good.
“Ah,” I squeak when he pushes in a little more. Reaching back, I feel the base of his dick as he slides it all the way into me. He locks his eyes on mine and slowly starts thrusting once I’ve adjusted to him.
“I’m not gonna last long like this, baby,” he grunts. “God damn you’re so tight.”
I reach down and start playing with my clit, every time he pulls out to thrust back in I come a little bit closer.
“Oh God, I’m almost there,” I manage.
“You going to come, Lo?” He slaps my ass and I’m a goner.
“Yes!” I belt, my orgasm starting to peak. He slams into me once more and as I start to clench around him he pulls out, bringing me so much pleasure I can’t help but scream out. “FUCK!” I feel him release his own climax on my back but I’m still trying to come down from that.
Holy fuck.
He falls next to me on the bed and slams his lips to mine.
“Fuck me that was so fucking hot,” he pants, hands on his head.
“I never knew it would be that good! Why have we not been doing that?”
He turns and grins at me, then pecks a kiss on my nose and sits up, moving to get ready to leave.
“I think we’re going to be late… but I really don’t care.” I moan and stretch on the bed. He never ceases to amaze me and I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I watch him get dressed. That was definitely something I never thought I’d be okay with, but fuck it felt so goddamn amazing.
“I mean we could just stay here?” He shrugs and grins at me. I laugh and roll from the bed.
“Right. Bex would be so mad.”
“What’s up with her and Chris anyway?”
I huff, trying to pick which outfit to wear tonight.
“Honestly I don’t know. My brother’s too uptight… she’s too carefree. They’re the total opposite but I really hope it works out for them. They both deserve something happy.”
“He seems to be a little less uptight lately. Maybe she’s fixing him.”
“He was broken?” I laugh, tossing a light sweater on. He grins across the room and chuckles.
“Kinda. Workaholic type of broken.” He shrugs and winks at me before walking over and taking my face in his hands.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“I love you. You know this, correct?”
“I do.” I furrow my brows. “I love you too, dork.”
He shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.
“I mean really, truly, forever love, Lo. Always.”
“That’s what love is, Jett,” I grin at him and rest my hands on his forearms.
“So when I do this, you better not laugh at me,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine. I nod in complete confusion.
Then he drops to one knee and my eyes almost bug out of my head.
“It’s been less than a year, Jett,” I whisper, not believing what he’s about to do.
“It has,” he grins. “But you had my heart on day two.”
“Why not day one?” I grin and he lets out a frustrated growl.
“Because I was too drunk to know any better on day one. I think I remember proposing on day one and you turned me down. Day two I woke up and you were here and I fucking knew it was you. You were it.”
I can feel my heart attempting to beat out of my chest as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small red velvet box.
“If that’s a locket I’m going to junk punch you,” I whisper and he laughs a nervous laugh, shaking his head.
“Leave it to you to ruin a man’s proposal.”
“I’m just saying. You set the bar-” I pause and stop my rant as his word hit home. “Proposal?”
He grins a devious grin and flips the top to the box open.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, my eyes taking in the massive diamond ring waiting for my finger. “Shit you weren’t kidding!” He smiles wide and clears his throat. His hand is shaking and I can see the nerves running through his body.
“You’re not like anything I ever imagined, Lauren Manners. My Lo. Please say you’ll marry me and keep me an honest, happy, driven man the rest of my life?”
“Was it the anal? Was that the kicker?” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he busts out a laugh.
“You fucking know it was, kid,” he says, standing. “So what do ya say? Will you let me stick it in your butt the rest of our lives?”
“What if I have diarrhea?” I grin and can’t hold back the laugh.
“Good fuck, Lo. Will you or will you not marry me?” he boasts and I can’t help but laugh.
“Well of course, idiot! Took ya fucking long enough,” I grumble, letting him slide the ring on my finger. A Perfect fit.
“I mean, I thought it was pretty decent timing. I haven’t even known you for a year.”
“Yea, but you’ve known of me your whole life. You just never knew how amazing I was.” I grin and he presses his lips to mine to shut me up. The best ‘shut up’ kiss ever.
“You’re here!” Bex exclaims, running over to us. Her arms go around me and I can already smell the alcohol on her breath. Looking around, it looks like everyone around here is already plastered but it’s not even ten pm yet. They weren’t joking when they said it’d be a ‘blowout’ party.
“We’re here,” I squeal, matching her excitement. I smile and raise my left hand, showing off the diamond engagement ring and wiggling my eyebrows at her.
The scream that comes out of her attracts everyone’s attention and she grabs my hand, pulling it up to get a better look.
“Holy fuck, Jett!” She grabs him and pulls him in for a hug. “That’s fucking beautiful! Chris!” She yells as he approaches us. “Did you see this?”
“I did,” he says, his speech already starting to slur. I roll my eyes and smile at him.
“Of course you did,” I scoff.
“He needed help picking it out. And something about y
ou not having a dad and needing my approval in life because he looks up to me so much…” Jett punches him in the arm and Chris laughs. “Joking. Kinda. But I did know. Congrats, sis.” He lifts his beer to me and takes a swig.
“Thank you,” I smile. “Let’s get this party started, looks like we’re behind!” I grab Jett’s arm and he follows close by as we head for the hard liquor.
The next hour and a half is full of music, laughter, and letting all the people I used to hang out with meet my fiancé.
Damn I’ll never get used to that term.
“Sloshed isn’t exactly my style,” he whispers as I pour myself my fourth glass for the night. “But it looks fucking amazing on you.” His hand goes for my ass and I grin, taking a sip of my drink.
“I happen to know there’s a very empty barn just across the field that would love to be christened by us,” I whisper.
“It’s almost midnight. We stay for the fireworks then fuck to the yes. But I’m not lying in any fucking hay. That shit itches.” he shudders, making me laugh.
“Alright guys! Get the fuck out here, it’s almost midnight!” Bex screams to everyone inside the barn.
We head outside and everyone is soon chiming in with the countdown.
“Five!” Bex screams.
“Four! Three! Two!” I belt. Jett’s hands go around me and grab onto my ass, pulling me to him.
“One,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. My lips part and he slides his tongue into my mouth and we completely shut off the outside world as the fireworks start blasting around us.
Someone eventually yells at us to get a room so we break it up and grab a spot in the field to watch the fireworks show my brother no doubt paid for. I’m not sure if this is legal, but it’s pretty as fuck.
“I can’t even say how stoked I am to start a new year with my fiancée,” Jett whispers, standing and pulling me to him. I take his hat and turn it backwards, pressing my lips to his.
“I think I need to fuck you in that barn over there, now.” I say over the sound of the fireworks banging. Jesus it’s so loud. I back away and turn to finish watching the fireworks and he grabs my ass.