I was floored. Jett could be an eloquent man of words but what he just said to me, what he just confessed was his way of saying those three little words that I craved to hear from him, that I craved to say to him. He was telling me, in his own Jett Colby kind of way that he loved me and for the love of all dicks and vaginas, I was in love with the man too. From head to toe, there was nothing that I didn’t love about the man. He was perfect. From his perfectly styled hair, to the southern voice that rang from his lips, to his insecurities and the stoicism he felt was so important to display.
I may spar with Kace more, I may joke around with Diego but when it came to Jett, he took the cake. His soul was married to mine the minute he asked for a bourbon at Kitten’s Castle. We were brought together for a reason and I wasn’t going to let that go.
I kissed his lips and let his arms wander up my back, under my shirt and relished in the feel of skin-to-skin, one of his favorite things to feel. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“Goldie, this might not be the best time—”
“Shh.” I put my finger over his lips. “I want to feel you.”
I pushed him back on my bed and then took off my shirt and bra that was already unclasped, I chose to ignore the thought that popped up in my mind as to why my bra was undone. Jett’s eyes lit with passion and eagerness. He wasn’t about to maul me but I knew if I asked, if I encouraged him, he would have me submitting to him in two seconds flat.
Hovering right above him, I pressed my lips to his lips and then pressed my breasts against his bare chest. The feeling was erotic but comforting. My nipples danced across his skin as I positioned myself so I was more on his side and resting my head on his shoulder. His hand that was wrapped around me, caressed my back lightly and his lips found the top of my head. My fingers danced across his chest as we laid in silence, just holding each other, taking a moment out of time to just feel each other and experience.
I nuzzled his chest and said, “Thank you, Jett, for being everything to me. For making me feel again and for making me realize that there really is something to live for.”
His only response was a hitch in his breath and a kiss to my head. I knew I caught him in a vulnerable moment so I wasn’t going to push him, instead, I fell sleep to the tracing of his fingers against my bare back. All thoughts of the night before vanished and images of Jett and I together clouded my mind as I drifted off into a darkness that encompassed my mind and body.
When I woke up that morning, I was alone to my disappointment but I understood given the situation. I stretched my body and winced when my head throbbed and my muscles ached but not in a good way. I looked over to the side of the bed that Jett was sleeping on and saw that he left his T-shirt that he came in. It was folded on the pillow he was using and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and threw it over my head.
The smell of sweet and charming Jett Colby washed over me as I hugged my pillow. It was the little gestures that I appreciated, that kept me moving forward. I went to grab my phone to thank him when I saw there was a note on my nightstand along with a bag from Café du Monde. That could only mean one thing. I took a quick look inside and moaned from the sight of three beignets waiting for my consumption. The man was a god.
I grabbed the card that was next to the bag and tore it open. In typical Jett fashion, his chicken scratch was scrolled across crisp white paper in green marker.
Faith, I just needed to have faith.
Little one,
I need you to know that in a matter of a couple of months, you have flipped my world upside down. You’re the reason why my heart is set on striving for more because you make me want to be a better man, to give people what they deserve. Your smile, your bright eyes and your quirky mouth bring me so much damn joy every day that at times, I wonder how I became so lucky to have stumbled across you at the cemetery.
These next couple of days are going to be hard. You’re going to see and hear things that you’re not going to like but I want you to know that it means nothing because in my heart, you’re the one who lies there, who has buried herself so far deep in there that I know if you ever left me, it would no longer beat. You’re my pulse, Goldie.
Have faith in me and in us.
-J
Chapter Thirty Four
“Freak”
Jett
My knee bounced up and down as I took a sip of the lousy excuse for champagne that rested in my hand. Never did I ever picture myself at an expensive boutique, sitting on an uncomfortable chair while waiting for some girl to try on dresses but here I was, waiting for a private fashion show from Keylee.
It was the night before the Mayor’s Ball and instead of spending it with Goldie in my arms, I was dealing with a stressed out Keylee because I kept canceling our “dates” to pick out a dress. I was hoping that she caught the hint that I really didn’t want to go, especially after everything that happened with Goldie and Kace, I just couldn’t see myself going out in public and being fake unless it truly mattered, like at the Mayor’s Ball but Keylee wouldn’t drop it. So that was why I found myself surrounded by cooing women and Keylee’s touchy hands.
“Oh I don’t know about this one, it seems a little revealing,” Keylee announced loud enough that I could hear her through the dressing room. Great, revealing, just what I fucking needed.
I ran my hand over my mouth as I sat back in my seat, might as well get comfortable since it seemed like I was going to be here for a while.
“I think it looks so sexy on you,” said the saleslady who was helping Keylee. I was sure she did think it looked good on Keylee. Keylee was about to drop a chunk of change in the shop and the lady would most likely do anything to have that commission.
“I don’t know,” Keylee said hesitantly. She was a good actress, I didn’t buy her shy act one bit. I knew who she was and what she’s done in the past. She’s a spoiled elite-ess with the ability to make anyone feel for her at the drop of a hat. I was annoyed already and I had to spend the next night with her hanging all over me just to put on a front.
“Let’s just show him.”
“Okay.”
The curtain to the dressing room flew open and Keylee stood in front of me wearing a purple dress made of some kind of shiny fabric. There was a slit on the right that went to mid-thigh which was all right but it was the low cut of the dress that went to her naval that had me adjusting in my seat, not because I was attracted to her but because her chest was popping out so much that I didn’t know what to tell her.
“He’s speechless!” the annoying saleslady said. I looked at her name tag and cringed. Of course her name was Meghan. Goldie and I talked about meanings of names one day and she introduced me to Urban Dictionary that has a meaning for every name. Meghan came up as a skanky ass ho which pleased Goldie because apparently there was a Meghan at Kitten’s Castle that fit the description perfectly and so did this girl.