“No, you don’t,” Jett said, as he leaned over me, inserting himself all the way in. “You don’t hate me at all. Admit it,” he demanded with a tweak to my nipple.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Good.”
With that, Jett forcefully moved his hips forward and held on tight to my body as he continued the movement. His mouth nibbled on the back of my neck, while his hips did all the work. I steadied our position by digging my hands into the bed, trying to keep as still as possible with each stroke.
He slipped in and out of me with ease, putting more and more pressure on my neck with each passing moment, to the point where I didn’t think the goosebumps on my skin could grow any larger.
One of his hands slipped from my hips to my breasts and started kneading them with precision, slightly stroking my nipples, teasing the undersides, and then gripping them whole. He was a fucking mastermind, and I was there for him to play with.
Just when I didn’t think he could go any deeper, he pressed his hand to my neck, making me lower myself to my forearms, and that was when he thrust deeper, reaching a place I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, God,” I practically cried, pleasing him.
He pulled away from me, gripped my hips, and started making long slow strokes with his dick. The movement was luxurious; it was too good to be true; it was almost too much to take. My mind went blank and all I could feel was the friction he was causing. His hand ran to the front of my clit and he pressed on the little nub with his finger and then made long strokes against it, the same stroke he was making with his cock.
That was all it took. My head buried in my hands and I cried out as my body ricocheted with pleasure, convulsing in all different ways, turning numb to the point that I felt like I was floating on a cloud.
My mouth was held wide open, as I screamed and pressed into the now-rapid movements Jett was making. He stiffened above me and groaned as I felt him orgasm; just the thought of pleasing such a man shocked me with another round of pleasure, sending me into fit of pure euphoria.
Slowly, Jett shortened his movements until he collapsed on top of me and pulled himself out. Without even taking a second chance to think about it, he flipped me around so I was now resting my head on his shoulder and he was holding me tightly against his body. My hand found his taut stomach, where I started to lightly stroke it with my fingers.
“That was so fucking good,” I said, while kissing the side of his neck. “Thank you for my punishment.”
“Don’t ever forget how big my dick is,” he chuckled.
“How could I, after you tickled my brain with it?”
“Let’s not exaggerate,” he laughed, as he pulled me in closer and kissed the top of my head. His chin rested there as his breathing evened out.
This is what it felt like to be loved by Jett Colby. He fucked you like he owned your body, and then he held you as if you were the most precious thing in his life. I could get used to this.
“Jett?”
“Hmm?” he asked into my hair.
“You know, last night, when you said…”
“I love you,” he finished for me.
“Yes, did you mean it?”
“I mean everything I say to you, Goldie, don’t second guess that. I love you. I never thought I would find this feeling, this excitement, when it came to falling in love, but it’s here; it’s so fucking prevalent in my body that I sometimes don’t know what to do with it.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded and said, “Well, um, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too. I know I didn’t say it last night, but I wanted you to know.”
Pulling me on top of his body, Jett placed both of his hands on my cheeks to look me in the eyes and said, “Thank you, Little One. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through, and I am beyond grateful for your understanding and for your love. I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”
I was about to answer when Jett’s phone that was on the nightstand of my bed started ringing. I looked over for him and saw that it was Kace calling.
“It’s Kace.”
Jett took a deep breath and reluctantly reached over to grab his phone, while still holding onto me; clearly, he didn’t want me going anywhere.
“This better be good,” Jett said, answering the phone.
Jett was silent as his jaw grew tighter and tighter. I could hear Kace’s voice, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Whatever he was telling Jett, it was not something Jett really wanted to hear, because when he hung up, he tossed his phone to the side and ran his hands over his eyes.
I swear to God, if whatever Kace told Jett was going to once again prolong the moment that I could stay wrapped around Jett, someone was going to be castrated, and since Kace was the man who delivered the information, it wasn’t looking good for him right now.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, just as Jett slipped out from under me, leaving me cold. I pulled the blanket on my bed up around my chest, so I didn’t feel as exposed when Jett spoke to me.
“No,” Jett gruffed out, as he started to dress himself.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“No, this doesn’t concern you,” Jett said, falling back into his old non-expressive ways.
Grabbing my robe, I threw it over my body, tied the knot, and stood in front of him while he buttoned up his shirt.
“Jett Colby, you better tell me what’s going on, or I will push you out the door and send you on your way; I don’t care how much your dick swallows me. I will not stand by while you once again keep everything from me, do you hear me? This is not a fucking joke.”
Realizing the pattern he was slipping back into, he raked his hand through his hair and then grabbed my hands. He kissed my knuckles and said, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just so used to taking care of everything. I’m sorry.”
Well, pinch my nipple right off, the man knew how to realize when he was wrong. I wanted to hang my jaw in surprise, but knew it wasn’t the time; I would gloat by myself later over my small victory.
“Thank you. So, what did Kace tell you?”
Jett took a deep breath and said, “Rex Titan was found dead in his home; he hung himself, what seems to be a few days ago.”
Just like that, everything around me blurred as Jett’s words rang through my head.
Rex Titan was dead.
29
“Run Run Run”
Jett
The car ride to the Lafayette Club fell silent between Goldie and myself. After the phone call from Kace, the jovial mood we’d been experiencing turned sour quickly, and not because of the fact that Rex committed suicide, which was shocking news to find out, but because of Goldie’s reaction.
She cried!
Goldie fucking cried! She was still crying. As the driver took us back to the Lafayette Club, she cried next to me, little sobs escaping her. I wanted to reach over and pull her into my embrace, to tell her it was going to be okay, but the rage that was boiling deep inside of me kept me at a far distance from her.
I tried to control my temper, to realize that she did have a history with Rex and the information came out of nowhere, but the devastation in her eyes was hard to swallow. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would react the same way if something was to ever happen to me. How would she react? I would hope to God she would be more hurt than she was now. Then again, she looked pretty wrecked at the moment.
The car pulled up in the back driveway that connected to the garage and I quickly let myself out of the car, not waiting for my driver to open the door. The crunch of the gravel behind me let me know Goldie was following close behind. I was surprised she was able to pull herself out of the car, since she was so torn apart about what happened.
Shaking my head in disgust, I walked to the back entrance of the club, threw the door open, and then quickly walked up the back steps to the third floor. I avoided all the common areas because I was in no mood to talk to anyone.