Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  An intense heat fills me and the wetness between my legs indicates the effect his touch is having on me. He moves my hand slightly and I can feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants. He smiles and moans lightly from the movement of my hand. Next thing I know, I’m unzipping his pants and my hand is sliding against his bare flesh. I realize what I’m doing and begin to panic and pull my hand away, knowing where this may lead. I feel like a fool for letting my hormones get carried away, but the deep rumble of the bike’s engine below me and the feel of his hand against mine does things to me that I can’t even begin to understand.

  Jett Stewart is all kinds of bad for me.

  But I don’t care.

  He takes my hand in his and softly kisses my palm. A shiver of lust runs through me at the contact. I draw in a deep breath and smile. I reach down again and slowly begin to stroke him. The sheer size of him is daunting. As I continue, I can feel the warmth between my thighs.

  A ripple of desire takes over as I lean forward and kiss his neck and say in his ear, “Have you ever had a blow job with Altoids?” He stops the bike and turns around to look at me with curiosity.

  “Altoids?” he asks.

  “Yeah,” I reply, pulling the tin from my purse. I pop a couple in my mouth and then get off the bike. The shock on his face says it all, he’s been waiting for this. For me. I look out into the night—we’re on some back country road, and no one will see us. He throws a legs over the bike and lowers the kickstand. He leans against it lazily. He’s so damn cocky like this, it’s hot.

  He shakes his head and smiles as I edge closer to him, laying a quick kiss on his lips. I kneel down and take him in my mouth. As I begin to slowly move up and down his shaft, he grabs my hair and sighs.

  “Oh. My. God,” he says as I take his full length in my mouth. He begins to pump into my mouth, hitting my throat deep. Cupping his balls in my hand as I lick the tip slowly, I notice he’s placed both his hands on the back of my head. I can feel his breathing quicken as his thrusts become more intense.

  “Cami, I'm about to come,” he says.

  A sudden jerk and my mouth begins to fill with his seed. I swallow quickly and lick away every last drop. I lick the tip one last time, and he shivers and opens his eyes, looking at me strangely.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he says as he zips his pants up.

  I smile and laugh. “Well thank you, sir.”

  “Damn!” he says with a wink. “But don’t you worry, I know how to repay a favor.” I’d like that more than I’m willing to admit. He laughs and hops back on the bike, offering me the helmet. “Want to go get some dinner?”

  “Sure, what you have in mind?” I ask.

  “Well there's this little hole in the wall place near the vet clinic that has the best Italian food ever.”

  We turn back onto the main highway, and my phone starts ringing. I pull it from my pocket and look at my phone. Shit. Ty is calling me. “How the hell did he get this number?” I ask myself just a little too loud.

  “How did who get your number?” Jett asks.

  “Ty,” I reply, fear rolling off me. I shove my phone back in my pocket and tighten my squeeze around Jett. Ty can’t get to me now, not while I’m with him.

  “After all he did, you still talk to him?” he asks, clenching his jaw.

  “No, I don't. I-I have no idea how he even got this number.” The first thing I did when I left the hospital was change numbers and carriers, again.

  We pull into the parking lot of the little dive. The little building doesn't look like much and the pitiful attempt to brighten it up only highlights the broken parking lot and the peeling peach colored exterior. We park, and Jett takes my hands in his and looks at me with softness returning to his eyes.

  “I don’t like that he calls you.”

  “I’m not surprised.”

  “That he called? Or that I don’t like it?”

  “Both,” I admit honestly. I don’t like it either. I don’t want to ever see his face again. Bastard.

  He raises an eyebrow, “Well, that’s settled. At least you’re starting to understand me better.”

  I laugh. “And what should I understand about you, Jett? That you hate my ex? We have that in common.”

  He kisses me on the forehead. “True.”

  The interior of the cafe is surprisingly bright and inviting. The tables are all full so we take a seat at the counter. A sweet smell permeates from the kitchen, and it makes my mouth water. Jett looks at me and smiles, handing me a menu. “The eggplant parm is to die for,” he says, smiling.

  A little elderly lady with salt and pepper hair comes to greet us. Her bright blue eyes showcase the youth still in her soul. “I'm Adaline and I'll be serving you today,” she says, her voice rising above the busy restaurant. She looks at me and over to Jett. “Jett?” she says, scolding him with her eyes still on me.

  “Hi, Ada. I know I haven’t been in here a couple weeks. Sorry, I was busy.”

  “Yeah ok, can’t even take time to come see me now that you have this little number with you,” she ,says patting his shoulder and giggling. “Sweet tea?” she asks. Jett nods and Ada scurries away, coming back quickly with two huge glasses.

  “Thank you,” he says and Ada looks at me.

  “Oh, where are my manners?” Ada says as she reaches out to take my hand. “I’m Ada. What’s your name, honey?”

  “Nice to meet you, Ada, I'm Cami.”

  She looks at me and grins. “You take care of this fella here, he's a good one.” I nod, feeling my cheeks begin to flush. I am still blown away by the willingness of people to accept us as a couple, even though I’m not sure that’s what we are.

  She smiles a sweet smile and winks at me. “So what will you two be having? Might I recommend the chicken or eggplant parm? Those are the house specials.”

  Jett nods. “We'll both have the eggplant parm.”

  As she hurries away, I turn to him. “Come here often? I thought your club was in Memphis. But you have a house here, and you’re a regular. How long have you been in Nashville?”

  He shifts uncomfortably. “A couple months.”

  “What?”

  “I came to find you, Cami. When you left that creep back in Memphis I convinced Wilson to come here with me and look for you. We hang out at a club here. They partner with us on some stuff.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like kicking the shit outta guys who think hitting nice girls like you is an ok pastime,” he says, barely above a whisper. His voice sounds like gravel—he’s angry, I know it.

  I put my hand on his arm. “I’m sorry about Ty, just don’t do anything crazy, ok?”

  He smiles wickedly. “I never do anything crazy.”

  “Well you do things that are dangerous.”

  “I do things that I have to do to keep people safe. If they’re dangerous, then so be it.”

  Not much more is said beyond Ada gushing over Jett and the occasional sigh. After dinner we head back to the hospital to pick up my car. As I walk up to it, I notice a piece of notebook paper tucked into the wipers. I'm shaking as I reach for it. I open it and begin to read as Jett walks up.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing the fact that I'm shaking.

  “Ty.”

  Cami-

  If you think I'm going to give up on us so easily, you are wrong. You are MINE. Ella is mine even if HE created her. I won't stop until I prove that we belong together and you are by my side.

  -Ty

  “What does he mean by that?” Jett hisses, concern and distrust lighting his eyes.

  “Ella isn’t his biological daughter. I guess he finally figured that out. I was pregnant when I left home the first time, I just didn’t know it.”

  “When you left home?” His eyes widen. “You mean after I enlisted?”

  “I… uhhh…” I stutter, unsure of what to say. This isn’t how I planned this, not that I really had a plan. Shit. “When you came home on lea
ve, I was leaving town the next day.”

  I turn away from him for a moment to collect my thoughts.

  “Wait, that night, after the cherry pie. You got pregnant?”

  I sigh, closing my eyes. “Yes.”

  “So you were pregnant? With my baby, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

  “It wasn’t like that!” I exclaim, turning back around, exasperated. Ty once again ruined something for me. “I thought you would die in that war, just like your brother. And then you came back, and I saw you and I didn’t know what to do. I tried at the hospital and then things got complicated and I didn’t know how. I’m so sorry, Jett.”

  “He won’t touch you, or Ella,” Jett hisses, his jaw clenched and darkness in his eyes. I nod, unable to speak through the tears. Jett pulls me into him and holds me tightly as I sob against his chest. “We’ll figure this out.”

  “So you’ll forgive me?”

  “For thinking I was going to die? Or for keeping Ella from me?”

  “Both.”

  I feel the rise and fall of his chest. “Yes for both. You do make me crazy girl. But I guess I get it, you needed him to believe it. To keep you safe.”

  I don’t speak, knowing that I should trust him, believe him somehow. But I nearly don’t. Just because Ty has made it clear he’s not going away.

  “Hold on to that note and call Suzanne and tell her to not let Ella out of her sight,” he says.

  I grab the necessities out of my car and jump back onto the bike, all the while looking around the parking lot. I lay my head against his leather clad back and close my eyes, trying to stop the sobs ripping through my chest as we drive to his house. Jett comes around and picks me up, carrying me inside when we get there. I just can't seem to move. He sits down on the couch and holds me tightly, letting me just cry. I finally fall asleep, cradled in his arms. Waking up uncomfortably later, I roll over and find him smiling at me.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Time to get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is waiting.” He kisses my forehead.

  I smile and climb out of the bed, pulling on my shirt. My eyes and cheeks sting from all the tears, and I cringe when I walk past the hallway mirror. “Oh my God, I look horrendous,” I say, trying to straighten the tangled mess of hair. Yesterday's make-up is smeared and my eyes are red and swollen from crying.

  Two white bags are sitting on the table with two large cups of coffee and a shallow black box with a purple ribbon. “What's in the box?” I ask.

  “Let's eat our breakfast, and then we’ll talk.” He digs into the eggs sitting on a white plate in front of him. I grab some coffee and also fill my plate.

  “You’re still thinking about last night, aren’t you? That fucking note.”

  “Yes,” I admit, not having touched my food. “The truth is, I'm afraid of what he will do. Ty is used to getting his way, and he has the means to get himself out of trouble,” I reply, staring down at the table.

  Jett reaches over and puts his hand over mine. “Well, I do too, sweetheart, and I will do anything in my power to ensure you’re protected. Why don’t you open the box?”

  With shaking hands, I pull off the ribbon and open the box. Inside is a small purple and black handgun. I look at Jett, wide-eyed, not sure what to say.

  “It's for protection,” he says, placing his hand under my chin and forcing me to look at him. “I’ll teach you how to defend yourself,” he says, leaning in and kissing my cheek.

  “I've never even held a gun before, unless you count a Nerf gun,” I say with a nervous laugh.

  “It's a Ruger 9mm Luger, and I think it's the perfect size for you. Of course, you’ll be taking the gun safety course and getting your concealed weapon certificate first,” he says.

  I nod, looking back at the gun. “It is kind of pretty, you know?” I say.

  He smirks and bites his bottom lip. Leaning forward, I kiss him. “Thank you.”

  He nods and takes a sip of coffee. “Do you have plans today?” he asks.

  “No, I'm off work and all I was going to do is laundry.”

  “Good. Get dressed and we’ll go to the gun range. You’re going to need practice.”

  27

  Cami

  The ride to the gun range is quiet; we are both lost in our thoughts. All that I can hear is the roar of the bike’s engine. I'm nervous as we enter, but the adorableness of him with the ear muffs on makes me giggle.

  Jett motions to me to put mine on before he proceeds to start shooting. I stare in awe at Jett as he fires off a clip into a paper target. The accuracy and speed in which he delivers his shots is amazing. I have to remind myself he’s done this before. In war, and probably with the club. I watch intently, trying to overcome the fear I have of guns. The intensity of the way he shoots is a turn on, and the way his muscles tense when he pulls the trigger makes my body tingle.

  He turns and winks at me while reloading the clip, and my insides turn into mush. Drawing in a deep breath, I fan myself with my hands. After he fires off his last clip, he comes over to me. “You ready?” he asks.

  “Sure,” I reply, my voice shaking.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart.”

  “I'm not afraid,” I reply.

  Jett raises his eyebrow and nods. “Ok, if you say so.”

  I now stand in front of Jett, aiming at the target. The subtle hint of his cologne fills my nose as he places his hands over mine, showing me how to hold the gun properly.

  “Now just take your time, it’s better to learn how to shoot slowly at first, and then fast,” he says, backing away from me.

  I nod and try to concentrate. I fire once, wait a few seconds, then again. I fire six rounds all together and Jett looks at the target.

  “Three misses, not too bad,” he states, emphasizing the too.

  “Argh, I suck at this.” I sigh.

  “Hey, don't say that. Nobody is good the first time around, it takes practice,” Jett says with a smile.

  “Well, it looks like we’ll be coming out here a lot,” I reply with a grin.

  “How about one more round? When we finish here, I have another surprise for you,” he says, winking.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  “You’ll have to wait and see,” he replies with a grin.

  We get back to his house and I’m still anticipating some sort of surprise. But nothing happens. Feeling grimy from riding on the bike, I decide to clean up. “I'm going to hop in the shower. When is Suzanne dropping Ella off today?” I haven’t seen her in a couple days. I miss her, but I know she’s safe with Suzanne. Jett has guys watching the place. And her school. I’m glad to know she’s protected.

  “She’ll be here for dinner later.” He pauses for a moment. “You want some company?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

  I just roll my eyes and head to the bathroom. I turn on the water and adjust the temperature, stepping in and being engulfed by the warmth. I start washing my hair and hear the door click shut. I freeze. As I peek around the curtain, I watch him as he takes off his shirt. I can't help but stare. His broad chest is perfection. He continues to undress slowly and I feel so hot between the heat of the water and the fire growing between my legs. Oh my God, what an ass he has. He turns towards the shower and I quickly close the curtain. I hear him snicker. Damnit, he knew I was watching.

  “So did you enjoy the show?”

  I fight the smile playing at my lips and the blush of my cheeks. I step back so he can get under the water. The way the water trickles down his body is amazing. I try to keep my eyes above his waist. I turn to face the wall and grab my soap. As I lather up, I feel his eyes practically burning into my ass. I bend over slowly to scrub my legs. He draws in a breath and a dirty smile crosses my lips. I straighten up and slide past him to the water, allowing my breasts to press slightly against his back. I know I shouldn't be teasing him, but he brings out things in me that were otherwise dormant before he came into my life. He allows me to be myself and choose
the pace I set. I rinse off, rubbing my hands up and down my body. My heart is thumping, and he’s clearly showing constraint.

  He bends to kiss me, just barely touching my lips, and the sensation is dizzying. He backs up against the wall and allows me to finish. I turn and smile as I step out. My whole body is consumed with heat. I dry off quickly and pull on my t-shirt and panties. I leave the bathroom and head to the bedroom. I brush my hair and spray on a little perfume.

  I climb into bed and try to calm myself. Lying there with my eyes closed, I hear the doorknob turn. My heart jumps as he walks in, smiling. He climbs in beside me, pulling the covers up, pressing himself up against me and kissing my neck softly, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I turn to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His lips gently kiss my forehead and then my cheek. He presses his forehead to mine and smiles. I close the gap between us and kiss him. His mouth covers mine. I groan as his tongue slips into my mouth; his taste is so sweet. I pull in closer, pressing every inch of myself as close to him as I possibly can.

  As we kiss, the fire inside me builds. I reach my hands behind his neck and close any possible gap between us. “Finally,” he moans into my ear as I run my fingers down his chest to the towel wrapped around his waist. I stop and work my way back up, stopping to flick his right nipple. He growls and rips his lips from mine. I smile at him sweetly and he begins kissing my neck again. Gently at first and quickly increasing in intensity. I moan loudly as he reaches my shoulder. He rolls me so I'm on my back and lowers himself on top of me. I grab his arms, feeling the muscles rippling underneath his smooth skin.

  He continues kissing down my body slowly, reaching the neckline of my shirt. He backs up, sitting me up. I raise my arms so he can slip my shirt off, exposing my breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispers, kissing me and laying me back down. He slides his tongue from my neck down between my breasts. He licks around the nipple tortuously and my hips come up off the bed. I'm about to lose my mind when he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting gently.