by M Dauphin
Spending all this time with Jett has my brain thinking of a future with him. It has me wondering what I’m actually doing with my life. Sure, losing a child is devastating, but maybe Chris has been right this entire time. I can’t let it ruin me. I’m young. I’m smart. I can still have the life I wanted…
I grab my laptop when Jett steps into the shower after a day at the beach and start to try to un-muddle the part of my life that I lost sight of.
“Ooo look, babe. A wedding!” Jett runs up to me, the water from the ocean dripping on my warm skin. He’s smiling from ear to ear, his skin already kissed from the sun and looking incredibly fuckable. Four days here in this little slice of paradise and I’m still as turned on and infatuated by this man as I was a few months ago when I met him… if not more. He’s a force to be reckoned with in the business world, a magnificent bike designer, and gentle lover, taking exactly what I need.
He’s perfection. And I’m scared stupid for my feelings for him.
“Should we head inside?” I whisper, like me talking is going to disrupt everyone taking their seats.
“Nah… I have a better idea.” He grins like he’s up to no good and grabs my hand, pulling me up.
“Jett what are you doing?” I screech as he approaches the crowd. I’m wearing a skimpy string bikini and he’s dripping wet from the ocean. Definitely not wedding attendees.
He smiles and nods at some of the guests as we walk past them and he heads for a cabana a few rows over from where the wedding will be starting shortly. I keep my head down, slightly embarrassed, but when he all but throws me inside the cabana and yanks the curtain closed behind him, the look he gives me practically melts my swimsuit right off me.
Good Lord. Is he about to do what I thi-
“Off,” he growls in a low whisper.
My eyes go wide but I’m too afraid to make any noise with the huge crowd nearby. I shimmy out of my bottoms and he grins, right before extending his hand holding them out the crack of the curtain and drops them.
“Oops,” he deadpans, grinning as his hands rake their way up my legs. I sigh and lay my head back on the pile of pillows, gasping when his thumb gently glides over my clit on its way up to my nipples.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I whisper, pulling him up to press my lips to his, not even attempting to back my words with actions.
“We fucking should, actually,” he mutters, his hand tightens on my breast and I let out a small moan. “Sweet Jesus these things are so fuckable,” he mumbles, pushing my tits together and examining them. “Why haven’t I been taking advantage of this?”
“Quiet!” I laugh. “Just fuck me,” I whisper, grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him back down to me. He chuckles and moves back down my body, tracing his fingers around my core. I moan and he brings a finger to my lips, ‘shushing’ me for the second time ever. I take his finger in my mouth and suck, hard. When he slips one inside me I moan again, making him pull out and go back to teasing me. When I growl, he lets out a low laugh and smiles up at me.
“You don’t like this, Lo?” His warm breath leaves a trail down my thigh and straight to my core. When I moan and arch up for him, his lips come around my clit and I scream out.
His hand comes up immediately and clamps onto my mouth. My eyes frantically dash to his and he’s beaming a brilliant smile from between my legs.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days,” he says, chuckling. His fingers slowly tease me while he grins up at me. “There’s what, about fifty people within hearing distance? Maybe a hundred? It’s up to you whether or not they get a show tonight.”
“Oh God,” I moan when he dips his head back between my legs. The fact that we’re doing this in public turns me on more than I ever thought it could.
His fingers slide in and out of me, teasing me just to the edge before backing off again. His lips, talented in their own right, know just the right amount of suction to send me spiraling towards an orgasm before slowing down the assault and allowing me more time to enjoy the pleasure.
“Jett,” I gasp when his fingers hit that spot.
“Yes, Lauren?” His low growl sets a fire inside me I never knew I had.
“Fuck. Me.” I manage.
He chuckles and flips me.
“Knees,” he whispers. His hands squeeze my ass and in one thrust he’s deep inside. I let out a moan and he pauses. “You’re killing me here, kid,” he huffs, his hands tight on my ass.
“Mm but it feels too good,” I groan, stretching my arms out and grabbing onto the side of the bed. The wedding music is starting just outside the cabana and the crowd is quieting down.
“Ever tried orgasming without making any noise?” Jett whispers, slowly pumping into me, driving me absolutely insane.
“I can’t,” I squeak. “Oh God I can’t.”
He chuckles and continues slowly thrusting into me.
“Like this? You can’t like this, Lo?” He whispers then I feel his thumb press into my puckered hole and have to bite onto the pillow to keep myself from making any noise.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper as quietly as I can. The wedding going on outside, people being so close? It turns me on way too much. And his finger dipping into me while he fucks me?
Fuck.
His thumb massages me and his methodic pumping into me sends me spiraling towards one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever given me.
“Oh God,” I whimper, biting onto the pillow and muffling my cries.
Jett slams into me, his movements turning more jerky and soon we collapse next to each other on the oversized cabana mat.
“Fuck, I love you, Lauren Manners,” he pants, smiling up at me.
My heart sinks and I have a moment of panic before his touch brings me back to the present.
Do I love him? Is this love?
“Yes,” I whisper, giggling at the look on his face. “I mean thank you.”
“Oh!” he barks out a laugh. “Ouch. My ego just got smashed a little.” He grins at me and wraps his arms around me.
“I love you too, you idiot.”
“Good,” he huffs, rolling his eyes and grinning at me a sideways grin. “Because that would have been super awkward if not.”
“Know what’s going to be awkward?” I ask after peeking my head out the cabana opening to grab my swimming bottoms that magically disappeared... well shit
“What’s that?”
“Leaving here nude from the waist down.”
“So don’t leave,” he pulls me back down to him and I giggle.
“We have to at some point, Jett.” I sigh.
“I wish you’d just move in with me already. It puts a damper on the whole being able to fuck you whenever I want thing.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?” I answer, trying to calm my fervently beating heart. Like, I’m fairly certain it’s going to beat out of my chest.
I love him. I want him. I can see myself with him forever.
Why am I freaking out right now?
“Hey you two how was Mexico?” Chris asks from the driver’s seat.
“Big brother you’re looking more and more civilian!” I croon. “Look at you, driving your own car, dressing in jeans! Who’s done this to you?” I secretly hope it’s Bex; they’re perfect for each other once you get past their hold-ups.
“Can we talk about that tan, Lo?” His high pitched voice throws me for a loop. He’s so happy… giddy.
God I hope it’s Bex.
“I know, right? And Jett? And that tan line!”
“Stop. Absolutely not funny,” Jett grumbles from the back seat.
“Oh do tell.” My brother pulls out into traffic and I start in on how Jett and I fell asleep on the beach one day but a towel must have blown over his back and now his back looks like Cruella Deville’s hair. I died when we woke up and noticed it... him, not so much.
“Hey, anything new with the will?” he asks, trying to change the subjec
t. I sigh to myself while he and my brother start in on business talk. It was nice being away and off the grid for a week, but I knew this whole deal was bothering him. He doesn’t want to leave the shop, but from the sounds of it he’s going to have to until he can strike a deal with Sheur that gets the girls’ what they need.
“Looks like I’ll be going in tomorrow,” he says, sighing.
“Your sixty days are about up, Jett. Just go in, see what they have to offer... maybe it won’t be as bad as you remember. And I’ll keep working to try and figure a way out of this for everyone.”
“Thanks, man.”
I hear my phone go off and grab it from my purse as the two boys make small talk. My email’s been going crazy since we’ve gotten off the plane.
There’s one waiting for me from the CVMA, California Veterinary Medical Association, and my heart does this weird flip in my chest.
Am I really thinking about doing this?
“Here we are,” my brother sighs, pulling into Jett’s driveway.
I glance over at him, shoving my phone back in my purse before he sees what the screen says, and he smiles. “You coming home, sis?”
Home.
I smile and start to answer but I hear Jett clear his throat from outside the car and he’s giving me this lopsided grin. I grab my purse and open the car door.
“I’ll text ya later. Thanks for picking us up.” Right now isn’t the time to tell Chris I’m moving in with Jett. Maybe tomorrow…
Chris smiles at us, a very uncharacteristic smile, then drives away.
It’s been months but I’m not used to this new Chris that’s completely ok with Jett and I being together.
I’m happy for it, though. It makes me feel like I’m making the right choice.
“So… home?” He says, opening the door.
I smile at him and walk in.
“Yes. Home.”
A month in to a job you can’t stand makes a man want to rip his hair out. Having to walk into this place, day in and day out, knowing my girl and my shop are waiting for me, is the worst feeling ever.
I said I could do this until both the girls turn eighteen. That’s only about seventeen years away. I’m not certain I’ll make it that long.
“Did you get those reports run?” Craig, the IT guy asks. I glare at him and push open my office door.
“I’ll have them to you by lunch,” I grumble, setting my shit down and sitting back in my brother’s black leather office chair.
The office looks pretty much like how he left it, but mainly because I don’t have the energy to clean it out. I do my minimum time here; just enough to keep the proverbial wheels greased, then get the fuck out. Most days I’m home by five. Some nights Lo and I spend at the shop, other’s we spend at home.
Asking her to move in just seemed right. It was like we were already playing house most nights anyway, why not have her move her shit in? This month with her in my home, it’s actually started feeling like a home and not just a shell that happens to look nice.
Lo’s a hard worker and she’s doing wonders with the shop and I don’t know if I’d trust leaving it to anyone else when I’m not there to run the books, but I’m still working on her getting back her passion for life. Trust me, there’s no passion missing when our clothes are off, but there’s still something she’s holding back on.
I’ll get there.
“Hey,” Stan says, walking into my office. “Numbers are in from the Blankenton plant.” He tosses papers on my desk and I roll my eyes and pick up the papers, scanning over the information.
“Why did they stop pumping three days ago for a day and a half?” I can feel my pulse rising but I told myself I wouldn’t let stress of this place get to me. It’s simply a means to an end.
“They hit a snag… I told them to push through.” Stan’s a weak man, I’ve found out in the last month, but even now I can tell something’s not right.
“What type of snag, Stan?”
“Oh… uh… It’s nothing. Nothing big. They drilled a little to… uh… deep?”
“Deep? There’s a fifteen thousand foot leeway until you get too ‘deep’ in this area, Stan,” I growl. “What the fuck happened?”
“I’m finding out,” he mutters, backing towards the door. “It’ll all be taken care of. I promise. Just… sign off on that when you’re done looking it over.”
“Close the door on your way out, Stan.”
He nods and leaves me to my papers. I toss them on the desk and growl, my fist slamming into the desk.
The business I started and the business my brother grew are two totally different entities. I was worried about the environment. I was the one looking out for wildlife and keeping up with the EPA requirements and making sure we disrupted the least life forms. I understand that shit happens, but my brother has built it into what seemingly is an uncaring, ruthless business from the sounds of it. On the outside, the public still sees it as I hoped, which I guess is a fine thing, but being on the inside makes me fucking rage.
This isn’t what I wanted. None of this is what I wanted. He’s started fracking in the outlying areas and I don’t even want to get into that mess yet.
My phone rings around lunchtime and when Lo’s face lights up the screen I smile to myself. God I’m a lucky man.
“Hey sexy,” she croons when I answer.
“Why do you sound so hot right now?” I moan, leaning back in my chair.
“Working with motorcycles gets me that way,” she whispers.
“Don’t even, Lo. I don’t want Dan thinking you’re fresh meat because I’m not there.”
“He’s with a customer anyway,” she says.
“Who?”
“Antonio,” Lo states it so simply but just the fucking man’s name makes me want to burn shit.
“Are you trying to kill me, kid?”
“Just the opposite. I’d love to fuck you, but you’re not here and I’m bored.”
“You’re bored?”
“I am,” she states. “All the paperwork is done, bills have been paid, and I’m on my fifth piece of gum today.
“What’re you wearing?” I ask, bringing my foot to rest on my desk.
“Ooh Mr. Voss,” she whispers. “Only the best for the boss man.” I can hear her grin into the phone and I let out a moan.
“I can’t have your tits hanging out when Antonio is there, kid. Please put them away.” I sigh and rub my forehead when I hear her start to laugh.
“You’re too much sometimes, Jett. You know that?”
“I know your tits are a force to be reckoned with. Put them away today and I promise you I’ll fuck them tonight.”
“Well in that case-” she starts to say, but someone talking to her cuts her off.
“Absolutely,” I hear her say away from the phone. Her voice is way too happy right now.
“Lunch?” I hear the man ask and I ball my fists, almost crunching my fucking cellphone.
This. This is why I need to be there right now.
Fuck the bikes. I need to claim my fucking girl.
“No. Sorry,” I hear her say. “I have your number. We’ll call when it’s in.”
“If you change your mind, you have my number,” I hear him say.
Fuck!
“I’m going to beat his ass,” I grumble, then hear Lo let out a real, genuine laugh.
“You could probably take him,” she says.
“What the hell kind of man does that to another dudes girl?”
“Well, Jett, last time he was here you were too busy with Darla-”
“Marla-” I correct her but I stop myself from going any further when she stays silent, probably rolling her eyes at me. “I get it. This is why I need to be there with you.”
“I’m a big girl and you trust me don’t you?”
“Of fucking course I do.”
“Then no worries. He just got a face of tits that’s it.”
“Lo!”
“I’m fucking kidding, J
ett. Calm down. What time will you be home tonight?”
“By four. Maybe three. Or maybe I’ll burn this place down and I’ll be home by lunch.”
“It’s an oil place. I feel like that’s a bad idea.”
I bark out a laugh at her innocence and she lets out a growl.
“Stop laughing at me.”
“Babe, you know there’s no physical oil being pumped here, correct?”
“I do. I was… joking. And shit. Just- go back to work. I fucking miss you here, Jett.” She sighs and my heart sinks.
“I know. I miss you too. I have to figure something out, though, because I can’t keep doing this.”
“Maybe you can talk to Pais-”
“No. Not happening. Ever. She doesn’t need to be bothered with this.”
“I feel like she has the right to know, Jett.”
“This discussion is over, Lo. I have to get back to work.”
“Love you,” she croons.
“Love you more.” I end the call with a huff and stretch back, pushing the heels of my palm into my eye sockets. Think if I push far enough it’ll damage brain cells then I won’t be smart enough to work here anymore?
Shit.
The rest of the day is spent in meetings either telling people they aren’t doing their job right or wondering why we don’t pay people for doing their job so well. In the days between my brother’s death and my finally coming back to work here, this place got fucked up. They need me, and I don’t want to care but I do. I tell myself not to bring my work home, but there’s nights where I lay in bed long after Lo falls asleep and worry about this place. I know how my brother worked himself into an early grave.
I won’t let that be me.
I’ve already started keeping an eye out for potential employees that could take my spot at the top when I leave… I just have to figure out how to get out of here without Paisley and the girls losing their share of the money.
It’s six before I’m walking in the front door and the first thing I notice is the smell.
Is something burning?
“Babe?” I drop my brother’s briefcase by the door and rush to the kitchen where I can’t help but stop and smile.
