Becoming a Jett Girl (The Bourbon Series)

by Meghan Quinn

  I moved closer to her and put my hands on her hips. “Is that right?” I felt a smile slowly spread across my face. “And what might you be anticipating tonight?”

  She shrugged her shoulders as she looked down. I placed my hand under her chin so she was forced to make eye contact with me.

  “I would have thought from the last time we were here together, you would have learned to keep your eyes trained on mine. Do I need to teach you a lesson on proper eye contact?”

  “No, it’s just intimidating sometimes…to be near you.”

  “Come,” I said as I pulled her over to the bed, she followed without putting up a fight.

  Before I had her lay down, I reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress and let the yellow cotton perfection fall to the floor. She was wearing a perfect set of black lingerie, but as I looked at her, I felt it didn’t quite fit her personality.

  “I need to get you new lingerie.”

  “What?” Clearly, she wasn’t expecting me to say that.

  “This color doesn’t suit you. You belong in yellow…it’s evident after seeing you in that dress all day. You are breathtaking in yellow.”

  “Jett, all the girls wear black.”

  “No, they wear purple with black lace. You will wear yellow when you don’t have to wear a classic Jett Girl outfit.”

  “I shouldn’t get any kind of special treatment. I technically don’t even…”

  “Don’t finish that sentence,” I said rather sternly. “If I decide you wear yellow, then that is what you will wear. I will have Kace put in an order tomorrow.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “There’s no reasoning with you, is there?”

  “I don’t know what reasoning is,” I said as I ran my thumb against her bottom lip. “Do you have something to say to me?”

  “I don’t know. Do I?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

  “Don’t toy with me, little one. What did I tell you about playing games?”

  “You like them?” she said with complete innocence.

  I shook my head at her insolence, not being able to contain the humor rushing through my body. Out of all the girls, she had the biggest balls when it came to disobeying me. How this petite woman could make me forget all of my morals and rules was beyond me. She had the ability to make me forget everything I built for myself the past couple of years and she broke down every damn wall I put up. The thought was unnerving. I knew I needed to put my guard up, but as I looked at her, I knew I couldn’t, at least not tonight. Tonight I had to get lost in her, in the sparkle of her eyes and the smirk of her mouth. She captivated me and there was no way I would be able to break her trance tonight.

  “Goldie…” I tried to say in a warning tone, but she could see right through me.

  She shook her body out and then lifted her chin to look me directly in the eyes. “I am here to submit to you.”

  “Good girl.” I leaned down and placed a light kiss on her lips, not because I wanted to, but because I absolutely needed to. The minute I felt her lips on mine up on the roof, I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head and I needed more.

  “Strip for me,” I ordered

  “What do you want off first?”

  “Panties, I need to see if you’re wet for me. Once you take them off, lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

  Without missing a beat, she rested her body on the plush comforter and took her thong off, exposing herself completely to me. I turned away from her and walked to the bar to get myself a drink. I would let her wait it out for a little while. The little tease needed to learn some patience.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, as I sipped on the drink I poured myself.

  “Were you told you could speak?”

  She shook her head and then raised her hand…actually raised her hand like she was in a damn classroom.

  I rolled my eyes and said, “Yes, can I help you?”

  “Uh, aren’t you going to give me the old dipstick?”

  “Dipstick?”

  “You know…check my liquid level.”

  I smiled as I put her little car analogy together. “No, I am not. I am just going to admire the view.”

  She moved her hand down and put her fingers in her sweet pussy. Shock went straight through my belly as she deliberately disobeyed me by not laying still. She moaned as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. I just stood there, drink in hand, in utter shock and a state of arousal from seeing the rebel finger herself. Fuck.

  She pulled her fingers out and said, “Maximum level of wetness…sir.”

  I turned away from her, so she couldn’t see the damn smile that crossed my face. Damn it! I wanted to pound on the bar of the counter from the way she made me feel but I refrained. I had to show no tells, especially where Goldie was concerned.

  I downed my drink in one quick swoop and then walked over to her with a neutral look on my face, trying not to let her know how fucking cute I thought she was. Fucking cute…Jesus, I needed to drop to the floor and try to locate wherever the hell my fucking balls went.

  When her eyes widened as she looked at my arousal, I lost it. Something inside of me snapped and I lost control. I pounced on her like a lion on its prey; she had no hope of surviving.

  She squealed as I unclasped her bra and sucked in her sweet pink nipples that were tight and provoked, just begging for my tongue.

  “You drive me crazy,” I confessed, as I moved over to her other breast. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips thrust into my cock, searching for some pressure, some release. “Do not push your luck, little one,” I said, as I stilled her hips and continued to suck on her breasts as if they were my one and only lifeline.

  “Fuck…Jett, please.”

  “Patience, little one. You will get what you want.”

  I reluctantly pulled away from her and slowly took my clothes off as she eyed me with pure desire in her eyes. She licked her lips as she took in my entire body. My erect cock grew to an uncomfortable throb from her blatant display of wanting.

  She sat up, once again going against everything I told her and ran her hands up my body, tracing every contour and ripple on my chest. Her small hands were an aphrodisiac that sent me flying as she worked my body with her dainty fingers.

  “You’re not very good at listening tonight, are you? Do I need to tie you up again?”

  “I just want to feel you, Jett,” she said with hopeful eyes.

  Fuck me. I kept my breathing steady as my heart pounded against my chest. Things were getting too close, she was getting too close. I was leading her on, hell, I was leading myself on.

  “Turn around,” I ordered, using my deep, domineering voice to show her I meant business. I needed to fuck her and then send her on her way. I would edge my craving and then move on because emotions between the two of us were starting to get out of hand.

  “Now,” I said, as she looked up at me, searching my eyes for the intimate man she was just with up on the roof. I knew that’s who she wanted, fuck, that’s who I wanted to be, but I knew it wasn’t an option…ever.

  Just as she turned around, I bent her over the bed and spread her legs. Running my hand up her back, I used my other hand to test if she truly was ready. The minute I hit her soft folds, I knew I was in trouble as a hiss escaped my lips at how absolutely wet she was. My dick begged to be lodged in her, plunging relentlessly and taking what I so desperately wanted.

  I flipped her body over so now she was facing me, brought her legs up so her calves rested on my shoulders and plunged into her. The minute my cock broke through her warm center, she screamed my name in utter pleasure, making my cock jump.

  “Fuck…” I moaned, as I grabbed her hips and rocked into her. “You feel so good.”

  “Jesus. I am going to fucking come,” she announced.

  “Don’t you dare,” I groaned as I continued to pump into her.

  “Jett, please.”

  I looked down at her and her eyes were trai
ned on mine, glassed over in pleasure and begging for release. At that moment, I pulled out of her completely and dropped her legs to the floor. A guttural cry came out of her as she looked up at me with confusion.

  “What…what’s going on?”

  “Time to leave.”

  She sat up and looked at me as if I had just cut her in half.

  “Why,” she practically whispered as she came up next to me.

  Why was a good question. Why was I torturing myself? When I looked down at her again, I knew why I was torturing the both of us…because the heat between us was too intense, my need for her was overpowering and I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t need her, that, in fact, I could do without her.

  “I’m done with you. I’ll have Kace send Pepper up.”

  There, that would do it, I thought, as I walked over to the chair that was in the room and sat down, avoiding all eye contact. I didn’t dare look at her face because I couldn’t stand to see the broken look she was going to give me. I knew I was being an ass and I was being an ass for a reason; I needed her out of the room, I needed to take a step back and put my life back together that she so easily blew through.

  The day was a mistake, taking her out, learning more about her…fucking kissing her. Fuck, what was I thinking?

  I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize she was in front of me until she actually sat down on my lap and put her hands on both sides of my face so I had to look at her. She pulled my head toward hers and pressed her lips against mine.

  Fuck me, I lost my battle of wills as her tongue slipped in my mouth and took exactly what she wanted, every last ounce of control I had. My tongue played with hers as my hands ran up her delectable body. She propped herself up and then slid her warm heat over my cock, causing a strangled moan to escape my mouth.

  “I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want me. I know you do.”

  I pressed my head against her forehead and shook it. “I don’t want to want you.”

  “Why not?” she asked, as she started to rock up and down my hard length.

  “You’re dangerous,” I admitted.

  “Mmm…and, like, you’re not?”

  “I am; that’s why you need to stop what you’re doing and leave.”

  She continued to slowly torture me and unravel every muscle in my body to the point of feeling nothing but the tight sheath around my aching cock.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She swirled her hips as she lifted up off of me and then slammed back down.

  “Fuck…no.”

  When did I ever give up control? I was so out of my element it was absurd what Goldie could do to me, but there was no stopping her. I picked her up and placed her on the ground. I spread her legs as far as they would go and fucked her. My hips flew in a rhythm that was indescribable. Sweat trickled down my back as I flexed my hips to the point that I thought I was going to get a cramp, but there was no stopping me.

  “Oh God, oh fuck…,” Goldie screamed, as I continued to bury myself in her while holding her hips.

  I looked down at her and found her staring intently at me. She lifted her body and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me with everything she had and that was all it took. I bit down on her lip as I exploded into her at the same time she cried out and went stiff as we both sought release for our orgasms.

  Everything went dark as I feverishly pumped into her, expelling every last ounce of energy I had into her body. As I finally collapsed on top of her, I felt her arms wrap around me and lightly rub my back as we both tried to come back down from the high we were on.

  I tried to ignore the fact that I liked the way she touched me and comforted me, but hell if I could. Instead of getting off of her instantly like I normally did, I sank down into her and let her comfort me. I would give her tonight and then I would move on. I had to; I had a business to run I had my fucking heart to protect. As I leaned down and kissed her delectable lips I thought, maybe I would give her tonight and tomorrow morning as well; it was too hard to just quit Goldie cold turkey. I had to ease her out of my system.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  “Talk Dirty”

  Goldie/Lo

  “Lo, I swear to God, if your ass isn’t downstairs in five minutes you will be kissing the curb outside,” I heard Kace rage as he charged through my bedroom door with absolute fury pouring off of him.

  I sprang from my blissful night’s sleep and looked at him and then looked for my phone, which was not on my nightstand. The only reason I would ever miss a scheduled event would be if my phone wasn’t near me, which it wasn’t and I had no clue where it was.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know where my phone is.”

  “Does that look like my problem? How many times do we have to go over this?”

  “I know, I know.” I grabbed my robe, threw it on and started for my closet, but then couldn’t remember what I was late for. I turned toward Kace and said, “Uh…what am I late for?”

  “Un-fucking-believable. I swear to God, it’s like taking care of a two year old child when it comes to you. Could you take on some sort of responsibility for once?” Kace was seething with frustration, frustration that I genuinely didn’t mean to cause him. Sometimes I loved pushing his buttons, but this time, I really didn’t mean to upset him. “What are you doing? Stop staring at me and get your ass moving.” He interrupted my thoughts.

  “Well, I can’t get fucking moving with you raging like a lunatic, as I’m half naked and you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.” Pushed a button.

  He took a step closer and said in a maniacal tone, “In your fucking dreams, Lo.”

  “Actually, in yours,” I countered, while placing a hand on my hip.

  “Are you testing me? I wouldn’t fucking test me right now because I will pull your ass from the presentation tonight while all the other girls make thousands off of lap dances.”

  “You wouldn’t do that.”

  “Try me.”

  “She’ll be down for practice in a few minutes,” that dark, recognizable southern voice said from the other side of the room.

  Both my head and Kace’s whipped around to see Jett standing in my doorway in a navy blue suit, white pressed shirt and gun-metal grey tie. His hair was perfect, as usual, and his blue eyes stood out against his impeccably tailored suit. He was a vision that made my lady parts whimper to have fun, to be taken up against the door frame, to be slammed to the floor and fucked senseless.

  Kace shook his head in what I could only imagine was disgust and walked toward Jett. He stopped in front of him before he left my room and said something to Jett under his breath that I couldn’t catch, but from the fury blazing through Jett’s eyes, I assumed it wasn’t good.

  Once Kace was out of the room, Jett walked toward me as my heart pounded in my chest. There was something about the man that exuded confidence and sex appeal…that made me quiver on the spot. The man had swagger and was drop-dead gorgeous to the point where I actually felt intimidated and on the verge of an orgasm all at the same time. There was no denying it, I was falling for the man that plucked me from the street and saved me, but I knew I was only setting myself up for failure because he would never return the feeling. Although, the last couple of days had made me feel differently. They had made me feel like I was an actual person in his life rather than a living, breathing vagina ready to be fucked at all times.

  “You forgot this,” Jett interrupted my thoughts, as he stood on front of me holding my little purse.

  “Damn, that’s where my phone is. Thanks for bringing it back down. I guess your dick fucked the brain right out of me last night, making me forget my belongings.”

  “Is that right?” Jett asked, as he played with the ties on my robe.

  “I pretty much can’t think when you’re around me,” I willingly admitted. It was true; whenever he was around me, my mind turned into complete mush and I lost all ability to make smart decisions like not fall fo
r the man who made me sign a contract that said no love, no relationships, just sex.

  “You don’t need to think,” he pulled my robe open and eyed me up and down, making my clit stand at attention. “You just need to feel.”

  He pulled the robe completely off my shoulders and then continued to take me in. He grabbed my purse from my hands and tossed it to the side as he started to walk around me, eyeing every inch of my body with his appreciative appraisal. I felt him pause as he stood behind me and my breath caught in my throat as his hands slid around my waist and rested on my hip bones, barely grazing the top of my throbbing mound.

  His lips were right next to my ear when he said, “You are such a striking woman. Your body is unlike any I have ever seen. The flair of your hips and the fullness of your breasts makes me beg to be released from the confines of my pants.” He pressed his crotch against my ass and I could feel what he was talking about.

  Still leaning over so his lips were pressed against my ear, his hands roamed up to just below my breasts and stopped to caress the underside of my breasts. Talk about wanting to fucking explode. The roughness of his thumbs against the soft underside of my breasts was an exquisite feeling that had me throwing my head back onto his shoulder and exposing my neck to him…which he took advantage of.

  His lips grazed the column of my neck as he started to work his way up and down, driving me completely insane. I wiggled in his grasp, trying to get him to realize that I needed release, but he continued to lightly stroke my breasts, never giving me enough pressure.

  “Jett, please touch me.”

  “You don’t tell me what to do, little one. It seems like you keep forgetting the rules. Do I need to punish you?”

  “If punishing means spanking me? By all means, punish away.”

  His lips caressed my ear as he gently spoke to me while running his hands back down to my hips. “Sweet little one, spanking isn’t a punishment. Your punishment would be for me to lay you down on that bed over there, spread your legs as far as they would go and eat you out to the point that your mind is going to explode and you can no longer feel your legs and then I would leave you, with no release and begging for me to finish you off. You would be sexually frustrated until I decided your punishment was over. Now, do you want that?”