“I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you in time.” He held her tightly, crushing her to his chest. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
Something inside Lois fell away, and she clutched at him, pulling his mouth down to hers. She wanted to forget everything that had happened. She wanted to lose the pain and feel something good, right now she wanted to feel something good. And Jet responded easily, naturally, his mouth moving with hers.
She pulled at his clothes. “Jet, I need you. I need you now!”
Jet rushed to remove his clothes; he pulled his shirt over his head and Lois undid his belt, her fingers fumbling in her hurry. He finished the task for her and briefly stood to kick off his shoes and remove the rest of his clothes. Even for that brief second, a time when she might have normally been admiring his naked body, his lean movie-star muscles, all Lois could think about was how she missed the weight of his body on hers. There was a safety in his arms, a warmth, a comfort.
He helped her out of her dress, and then he covered her body with his. She whimpered as he kissed her neck, pressing his warm skin against hers.
“Where were you?” she whispered. “I needed you.”
She’d been lonely. So lonely. Palmer had tried to help but it hadn’t been him she’d needed. This was what she’d needed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed her body up into his. She wanted to disappear inside him.
He kissed away the tears on her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t ever leave you again baby. I’m here. I’m here.”
He took her mouth, swallowing her cries, kissing her until she was breathless. Pulling away, he pressed his mouth against her jawline, moving steadily down her neck. When he swirled his tongue around her nipples, she moaned.
“Oh…” Her fingers curling tightly into his hair and she relished the feel of his fingers gently massaging her breasts. Their first time together had been full of excitement, of adrenaline, of exploring the newness of each other’s bodies. This was different, Lois thought, as Jet slowly kissed his way down her stomach. This wasn’t excitement, this was need, plain and simple.
And did she ever need.
His tongue found her clit and Lois’ hips shot up off the bed. “Oh God!” she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head.
His hands held her down as he licked his way between her folds, tasting her juices. Lois trembled and shuddered beneath his mouth, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her. He reached up with one hand and tugged lightly at one of her nipples, making her moan so loudly it was nearly a scream.
She came more quickly than she’d expected to. Her orgasm rolled over her, making her scream his name. “Oh God, oh Jet! Jet!” Her thighs clenched around his head as the sensations overwhelmed her.
And then she was sagging down to the bed, breathing heavily through the haze of receding pleasure. She felt Jet kissing his way back up her body. She shivered as his lips closed over one of her nipples and sucked lightly for a moment.
“Did that feel good baby?” he asked her, bringing his head up to look her in the eye.
She nodded, unable to gather the strength to speak.
“Good.” He grinned. “Because we’re not done yet.”
He brought his mouth down on hers, slipping his tongue between her lips. Lois moaned, sucking on it, tasting herself. She felt him pushing his hips between her thighs, and she opened her legs for him. She could feel him, hard and hot, pressing against her moist heat.
“Please,” she moaned against his mouth. “I want you inside of me.”
That was all Jet needed to thrust inside her, burying himself as far as he could go. Lois cried out at the pressure of him, the pleasure of being filled in a way that she’d experienced with no one but him. He reached back and cupped her ass, lifting her slightly off the bed, and then he began to move.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned, biting his lip. “You feel so damn good. So damn good.”
Reaching down to the place where they were joined, he ran his fingers over her in slow circles. Slowly, slowly, everything slowly. His hips set a leisurely pace, and his fingers followed the example. It was glorious. Gently, he pushed her towards her second orgasm. The climb this time was measured, a steady pace. He wasn’t in a hurry and just that fact thrilled her. She closed her eyes.
“No baby, look at me. Look at me Jezzi.” Jet’s voice was soft but still urgent.
She met his gaze, biting her lip at the look of lust in his eyes.
“I want you to look at me when I make you come. I want you to know it’s me. That I’m here. That I’m inside you. Look at me baby, look at me.”
He kept his pace slow and steady, and when she finally did come, it washed over her like a wave, so forceful she thought she might drown. She moaned, crying out, gripping the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body in wave after crashing wave.
“Oh God, baby, oh God. Fuck you feel so good. Stay with me. Stay with me.” Jet’s thrusts grew faster, harder, and then he was coming, shaking in her arms. His orgasm came on the end of hers, and when he was finished, he collapsed down onto his elbows, breathing heavily.
“God I missed you,” he said, smiling at her.
Lois reached up and held his face in her hands. “I missed you, too.”
He moved to get up off her and Lois stiffened. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice tinged with desperation.
He kissed her. “I’m not leaving. I’m just getting us under the blankets.” He maneuvered them so he was spooning her beneath his satin sheets. “I’m not ever leaving again,” he said, kissing her neck.
She intertwined her fingers with his, feeling his strong body curled around hers. “Do you mean it?”
“Of course. I don’t ever want to not be here with you in my bed, you in my arms. I’ve never stopped thinking about you. Ever since that first night I met you. You were the most incredible girl I’d ever met.”
In all the time that Lois had spent thinking about Jet, she’d never thought he’d had this kind of feelings about her. She’d known he found her attractive, that had been obvious immediately, but this?
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Jet sighed and she felt his warm breath wash over her skin. “I wanted to wait, until the reporters found someone else to bother. I didn’t want to drag you into the spotlight with me. I was worried it would ruin any chance we had together.”
“Really?”
“Stupid right?” She felt him shake his head. “But now that Riley is taken care of, everyone else has backed off. And I want to do this right. I don’t want to ever let you go. My home is your home, if you’ll have me,” he said.
Lois pulled his arms tighter around her, ensuring they were as close as possible.
“I’m in love with you Jezzi.” His voice was soft as he whispered the words into the skin on the back of her neck. “I love you.” “But there’s something you should know.”
He frowned. “What’s that?”
“My name is Lois, not Jezzi.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“Lois…” he said, as if trying the word on tongue. Then he smiled at her. “I love it.”
He kissed her, and Lois knew she’d never kiss another man again.
***
Time went by so fast. It was like they just couldn't live without each other.
He could feel her relax in his arms.
“Baby, I don’t want to lose you”. “I’ve officially turned in my movie crown, bought a ranch in Santa Fe and if you’ll have me, I want you to marry me and let’s raise some little Jets down by the border. What do you say?”
Lois craned her head to look at him. “Are you serious? This isn’t another charade, is it? Because if it is, I’ve retired. I’m not doing that anymore!”
He laughed. “No, sweetheart, you certainly aren’t doing that anymore. You will become my wife, all nice and legal, as will be our little kids and we might never set foot b
ack in LA for the rest of our lives. What would you think about that?”
Lois sighed deeply. “I would like that… a lot.”
“There, you see? You knew eventually I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. I’m here now and I’m going to stay.”
Lois nodded, sinking into him.
“Lois?”
“Yes, baby?”
“One thing you need to know.”
“What’s that?” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“You know, you are wrong.” He chuckled. “Your name, baby, is Mrs. Jet Thompson.”
The End
Owned Heart
Owned Heart - Book 1
His car felt like a coffin but I tried not to show it.
We were driving back from the movie theatre in Camden, Maine. We lived a few miles outside of Camden, which left us with one grocery store and a gas station. If you want any of the big stores or even a movie theater, you have to drive to Camden, and even Camden is not that big. You don’t choose where you’re born, right?
“That was fun movie, right?” I tied to nudge him into talking but he was so quiet the whole trip back home. “I think I might want to do that,” I said.
“Do what?” he asked, his headlights stalking the night road, but too dim to really see anything further than a few feet because he never changed the bulbs.
“I think I want to act,” I said, a little meekly, waiting for him to say something.
“You want to be a movie star? You?” he said dismissively, like I’m a bug. But I’m not a bug. My name is Jane Roadborn and I want to act, dammit. “So where’re you going to go?” he asked, the lights of a coming truck painting his face a striking white.
I didn’t answer him. It made him more angry.
“So what are you going to do? Try to make a movie in Maine? Nobody makes a movie in Maine, Jane, you know that, right? Unless you’re thinking of knocking on Stephen King’s door,” he said. Like I was a child. I was angry but I was also growing scared. His control of the car was getting reckless on the tight turns going back to our town.
“No, I’m going to California. To Hollywood,” I said, trying my best to stand my ground.—
But it was then that he stopped the car. Hitting the breaks so hard with his heel that I was pushed into the dashboard.
“Josh, move the car, we’re in the middle of the street!” I shouted at him but he wouldn’t move.
“Jane, if you leave to Hollywood, you will regret that decision,” he warned me.
I tried not to show an ounce of fear to him, standing my ground. “Jake, this is what I want to do. If I don’t do it now, when will I do it?”
His hand slapped me across the face.
“Jake! Stop it!” I protested but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding on my head with his fist. Grabbing the door handle, I tried to push the door open to escape but he grabbed me with both hands.
“If you go to Hollywood, you’re going to die like your whore mother! You understand me?!” he shouted. “All the drugs and alcohol! She didn’t love you enough to quit! I love you, Jane.” His violence simmered down as he grabbed my face, turning it to look at his. “I love you.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t go, I’m sorry,” he said, as if he was a different person. I didn’t believe him, but I was ten miles away from my home and didn’t want to take the chance of being left stranded. I just wanted to go home and end this night.
“It’s okay, I won’t go,” I said.
“Good,” he said as a car honked behind us, swerving around us. “Good,” he repeated. But it was for himself, he didn’t care what I said or thought. That’s how he always was but I could never bring myself to break up with him because, dear God, look at him. He can barely hold in his anger now. What would he do if I tried to leave?
We drove in silence for ten minutes and then he dropped me off at my house. I let him kiss me because I didn’t want to make any noise while everyone was sleeping in my neighborhood.
That’s the thing about dreams. When you have them, don’t tell people about them. People are jealous creatures. They want you to stay with them in their craphole city.
When someone’s holding you down, kick them off and let them die on their own.
***
I watched Jake drive off from the window inside my dark living room. Trying my best to be quiet, I ninja’d up the stairs by walking on my toes, my shoes in my fingers.
But the old wood was creaking and it wasn’t long before I heard a “Hello? Jane?” at the top of the stairs.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered to myself.
The light flicked on and grandmother June appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down on me.
“Where were you?” she asked in her pink pajama robe.
“I was out. With Jake,” I said, holding onto the stair rail, my body still shaken from the altercation in the car. Hiding my face, I kept walking.
“But it’s almost 2 a.m., Jane, you can’t be staying out so late. You have work tomorrow,” she said, well meaning but please, lady, just go back to sleep.
Reaching the top stair, I tried to escape into my bedroom, but she tried to touch my face and I flinched away.
“What happened to your face? Did he hurt you again?” June said.
“No, no, just hit myself earlier at work today. Some drunk guy bumped me in the head with his suitcase,” I lied.
“Jane, we can go the cops.”
“Please, I have to go to bed,” I said and a second after my phone beeped. It was Jake: you still awake? I want to talk.
“That’s him again, isn’t it?” June asked. “Give me the phone and I’ll scare the hair off his small balls.”
“Grandma, please,” I said, retreating into my room, away from family and my psychotic boyfriend.
I locked the door and sat on the phone, listening to Jake add another text to the queue like a lonely cat behind a locked door. Except he wasn’t an innocent creature, he was a predator. He knew I wanted love, just like any girl with low self-confidence. But I’m working on that part. I’m working on getting better.
“You know, Jane,” Grandma said from the other side of the door, “your mother would be happy for you. You’re beautiful, smart, and kind. Don’t let yourself go to waste with someone who doesn’t care about you.”
“Thanks, grandma,” I said, sitting in the black of my room.
“I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you too,” I replied, trying my best to not let my voice crack.
But inside I was cracking all over. I was suffocating in this city. This state. This everything. This must be how all twenty-one year olds felt. I felt like my life was escaping by. Like I was falling off the snowy cliff trying to hold on with my fingernails stabbed into the snow but my fingernails were breaking off and it would only be a matter of seconds before I fell into a pit of nothing. Forgotten. Remembered only by my little old grandma and my psycho boyfriend.
Another beep, another text.
I wanted to go back to an earlier time, when my mom was young and Marilyn Monroe was the most beautiful woman in the world. I knew that time wasn’t perfect, neither was my mom or Marilyn, but it looked so nice. So good.
Could I be an actress? I didn’t have the boobs or the hips that Marilyn had, I only had the smile and the small nose my mom gave me. My grandma always said I got my claws and my bite from my mom, but I don’t know.
I don’t know anything.
***
The airplanes roared over my head as they hit the landing zones. I tried my best to pull myself out of bed and head into work at the airport.
In my stewardess uniform, I walked through the empty aisles of the airplane. I headed to the bathroom before anyone saw me and the purple blue mess around my eye that Jake gave me.
I pulled out my small makeup kit to try and powder the bruise out of my face but it wouldn’t be easy.
After a few minutes of padding the creamy colored makeup
to the area around my eye, I left the bathroom and was surprised to see my co-worker, Beth, standing there. She was always a good friend, and I was hoping she wouldn’t notice my bruise. It seemed like she didn’t, which was great.
“Hey, Jane, I didn’t know you had this flight,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” I said. “I was planning on going there anyways.”
“Really? You going there for vacation?” she asked, genuinely interested in what I had to say. She had these big eyes that were a cute match for her large chest, which she always tried to hide. Everybody had a girl like that in her high school, and Beth was that girl, It also made her a target for drunk passengers.
“No, I’m…” I started, stuttering for a moment. “I’m moving there.”
“Wow, what are you going to do in Los Angeles?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“I’m going to try to be an actress,” I said, almost like dropping a fart in public and checking to see anyone could smell it.
“Oh my god, that sounds so fun,” she said, but then her face turned downward. “Is Jake coming?”
“Um,” I tried to say before my phone beeped. It was another text from Jake.
Where r u? Why dont u text me back? CALL ME. NOW.
“Looks like he doesn’t know,” I said, trying to fake a smile and hoping my smile lines wouldn’t crack my makeup.
“Well, I wish you the best of luck, Jane,” Beth said with warmness in her voice. “Please don’t forget about me when you become all famous, y’know.”
“I won’t.” My eyes were getting glassy thinking about her and some of the happy memories I had in Maine. “I’ll come back, I promise,” I said and hugged her.
“I wish I could come, but y’know, I have Bobby,” she said, talking about her three-year-old son. “I have to pay the bills, can’t just run off with you, as fun as that sounds.”
She looked at me and reached to wipe the tears from my eyes, and I did the same for her, brushing away the few tears sliding down her cheeks.
Hearing the sounds of people chattering, we looked behind us to see passengers boarding the plane already. They saw us in tears and we couldn’t help but laugh at ourselves.
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