“That’s some impressive lap broccoli Mrs. Masterson has going on,” I commented as I continued to stare.
“Shit,” Jett chuckled, “You owe me for that visual.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” I paused for a second and then continued, “What the hell are they doing? And why does Mrs. Masterson have a fishing pole?”
The minute “fishing pole” came out of my mouth, she whipped it back and then cast the rod right at Mr. Masterson’s manhood. I saw her hook snatch and grab ahold of something, signaling to her that it was time to reel in her catch. She was now sitting on the couch as Mr. Masterson started walking toward her.
“What the fuck…is that a…aww fucking Christ,” I said as I pulled away as Jett started laughing from the pit of his belly. I looked back through the telescope and confirmed that Mr. Masterson had, in fact, pierced his dick and had a hoop going through his flesh that Mrs. Masterson hooked her fishing line on and reeled in her catch, which only led her to start sucking her husband off.
“I think I might puke.” I turned around and playfully whacked Jett in the chest. “Why would you make me watch that?”
He was still laughing as I downed my glass of wine. “I get another glass for that shit. What is wrong with you?”
He was wiping tears from his eyes. “Quite the fisherman, Mrs. Masterson is, don’t you think?”
“I hate you.”
I started to get up, but Jett grabbed me and pulled me down on his chest as he lay down. My belly pressed against his and our faces were mere inches apart.
“You don’t hate me,” he said with a smile.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
His hands ran up to my face as he looked me in the eyes. The laughing was completely gone as he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, making me revel in the way he so gently touched me, making me think that there was the possibility that there might be more to us than just a Jett Girl contract.
He glanced down at my lips and my stomach churned at the thought of him actually kissing me. I instantly started to get nervous as he lowered my head down to his and carefully placed a whisper of a kiss across my lips. The contact was so light that I thought for a second we didn’t even touch, but when he went back for second helpings, I knew that we did.
His lips were soft and eager as they matched mine perfectly. There was nothing carnal about our kiss, it was sweet, caring and protective, a side of Jett that I was falling hard and fast for. He didn’t show that side of him very often, especially in the Bourbon Room, but it was moments like this, or when I received his letters, that I saw the man that I saw now…a protector.
Reluctantly, he pulled away just before I went all animalistic on him and devoured his mouth with mine. He smiled up at me and then gently placed a kiss on my forehead. He shifted my body so I was now resting my head on his shoulder and we were both looking up at the sky. He reached to the side and, in seconds, I was blanketed by warmth.
“You seemed cold,” he murmured into my ear. “Watch the stars with me.” He said it more as a statement rather than a question, but instead of fighting, I conceded because, at the moment, there was nothing more I wanted than to lie next to Jett Colby, cocooned in his warmth and watching the clear night sky twinkle with possibilities.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Wild One”
Jett
“Are you cold?” I asked Goldie as she stood in the middle of the Bourbon Room rubbing her shoulders. We spent more time outside than I expected and I thought I did a good job covering her up with blankets, but as she stood before me, in her little yellow sundress, she shivered.
“No, not at all.”
I walked up to her and rubbed the side of her face with my thumb. She turned her face into my touch and I reveled in the way her soft skin felt against my hardened thumb.
“Then why are you shivering, little one?”
“I don’t know. I guess you make me nervous sometimes.”
“Nervous?” I felt like I was smacked in the face by her confession. I never wanted to make my girls nervous, ever.
She pressed her palms against my chest and shook her head. “No, not bad nervous. Good nervous. I don’t know what to expect from you when I come in here, so I get nervous excited as I anticipate what you are going to say to me.”
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.