He hummed in my ear and said, “I can’t wait to explore them.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
“Stolen Dance”
Jett
“Dinosaurs are eating my underwear!”
I shot out of bed and looked around in a near-death panic from Goldie screaming at the top of her lungs.
“My undies, my undies!” she cried.
The sheets were all jumbled together and there were lumps everywhere but no sight of Goldie.
“That color is hideous on you, raptor. No, that is my thong,” she yelled as she hissed and started swinging her arms, identifying where her whereabouts were.
I sat up and lunged to the bottom of the bed, on the right hand side where her head was hanging off and she was swinging around with her dukes out.
“Jett got those for me, you blasted long neck. Go eat some leaves, herbivore!”
I was about to shake her awake until she started insulting dinosaurs by calling them herbivores. I couldn’t help it, I laughed out loud and from the pit of my stomach, something I didn’t do very often.
My laughter must have woken her up because she jack-knifed off the mattress and started swatting at the blanket that was covering her head.
In the midst of laughter, I pulled the blanket off her head to find my little one wearing nothing and her hair falling over her face. Even in her crazy state of delirium, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
“Holy crap!” She breathed heavily as she tried to smooth her hair out of her face.
“Dinosaurs eating your underwear?” I said in a teasing tone.
“What? How did you know?”
“Just screaming in your sleep that’s all. I’m pretty sure I almost pissed myself when you woke me up about dinosaurs eating your underwear.”
Goldie snorted and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Sorry about that. I don’t want no dino messin’ with my skivvies. It’s an honest request.”
“It is,” I said while pinching her chin with my thumb. “Now what we really need to discuss is why you’re sleeping like a lunatic, horizontally off the bed with your head hanging off the side.”
“Was I really?” She looked around and assessed her position. “Well, look at that.”
“I don’t ever sleep with women so you’re going to have to let me know if this is normal behavior,” I joked.
She took a second to think and then said, “To save my credibility, I’m going to say that other women usually sleep from the ceiling and stare at you while you sleep so me sleeping with my head hanging off the bed, horizontally, is almost normal.”
I laughed, again. It was a foreign thing to me but with Goldie, it started to become a norm.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought her down on my chest as I rested back on the mattress.
“So what you’re telling me is that I’m lucky you’re not hovering over me at night.”
“Pretty much. Consider me a rare breed.”
“Oh, I already know you’re a rare breed.” I kissed her chin before she placed her hands on my chest and rested her head on her hands as she looked down at me.
“I don’t want to go back to Diego’s. I want to stay here, with you.”
I let out a heavy breath as I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
“Me neither but we don’t really have a choice in the matter. I promise you though, this will be over soon. I have some things in the works and I’m hoping a good distraction will throw some people off.”
“You really can’t tell me what’s going on?”
“Goldie, we talked about this. The less you know, the better, okay?”
“Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think your mom would have liked me?”
I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom and how she and Goldie would have hit it off, no question about it. My mom was more reserved but she loved to have a good time and that’s what Goldie was, a good time. I could picture them ganging up on me during holidays. They would be my two girls.
A pang in my heart started to form as I thought about the loss I suffered and the things my mom was missing out on because she was taken away from me too early.
Taking a deep breath, I rubbed her back and answered her question. “I think she would have adored you, Goldie. No doubt in my mind.”
“What about your dad? You never talk about him.”
I tensed from her question but tried to show as if the question didn’t affect me.
“He’s a miserable fuck who doesn’t deserve to be talked about.”
Silence met us as we both lay there, taking in what I said.
“Did you have any pets growing up?” she asked, not pushing the comment about my father which I appreciated.
Relaxing slightly, I sank into her embrace and said, “No, unless some measly beta fish counted.”
“Beta fish? Like those colorful things in a jar?”
“Yeah.” I laughed.
“Fuck, that’s depressing but for some reason I can picture it. Did you name them things like Mr. Wetherby and Annabell Figglefort?”
Figglewhat?” I laughed some more. “No, I named them fish.”
She sat up and stared down at me.
“You named your beta fish, fish?” I nodded and she shook her head and lay back down. “Fuck, that is super depressing.”
“I was more interested in being the best in everything I did, rather than worrying about naming something that was going to die in a few weeks anyway.”
“Oh, I forgot. Little rich boy problems. Who was the better tennis pro at the club and what kind of white cloth napkins you were going to have at your parties.”
“Eggshell.”
“What?” she asked.
“Eggshell, that was the best color white.”
“Oh my God!” She laughed as she poked my side. “That is so embarrassing that you know that.”
“I can throw one hell of a party,” I said as I threaded my fingers over her necklace that continued to show up around her neck. Even after some of our worst fights, she still kept it on. It gave me hope.
“Well then, when it’s my birthday, I expect you to throw me one hell of a party.”
“When is your birthday, Goldie?”
She feigned shock as she said, “Something Jett Colby doesn’t know? I’m shocked. You knew my bra and thong size when I walked in this door but you don’t know my birthday?”
“I could look in your file.” I smiled.
“God, you’re infuriating. It’s April 24th.”
I nodded while I thought about what I would do for her birthday when it rolled around which wouldn’t be for a while since it’s already passed for the year but it would be something I would want to celebrate, and make a big deal about.
“April is a pretty month to be born in, it suits you.”
“Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. “When is your birthday?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, hating my birthday. It was never a good day, thanks to my dad.
She sat up and rubbed my chest. “It matters to me. How else would I give you a birthday blow job?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Birthday blow job, how is that different than a regular one?”
“Oh it’s different.” She got excited.
“How so?” I gripped her waist to stop her from wiggling too much, she was starting to get me a little excited.
She sat up and pulled down the sheets, exposing my now growing erection. She looked down at it, smiled and grabbed my cock in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I moaned out as she started to stroke me.
“Little one, I don’t believe I gave you permission to be playing down there,” I said with less authority than I wanted.
She lowered her head and licked the tip of my cock and then said, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”
The grip she had at the base of my cock was just strong enough that is was pushing all the pressure to my tip, driving me fucking insane.
“No,” I grunted out. “But you will pay for your defiance.”