Page 106 of Bourbon Deceit
His face quirked with an eyebrow raised as he looked at me. I was dead fucking serious and he got that when he eyed me up and down. A small smile ticked at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head.
“It’s crazy how much I know that’s true, that you would really chop my dick right off.”
I gripped his arm and rested my head on his. “Don’t forget it. Do not give up on me because of a little setback.”
His hand ran through his hair. “It’s not a little setback. You were hurt on purpose, Kace was shot—”
“What?!” My heartrate picked up. “Kace was shot?”
I got up and started looking around for my clothes but was hit by the pounding of my head. I fell to the ground and sat there, with my head in my hands and the threat of tears welling in my eyes.
Jett’s strong arms came up from behind me and picked me up. He brought me to the bed and sat down, with me in his lap.
“What the fuck is going on?” I said into my hands, trying to hold back the tears. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, he just got grazed. He’s stitched up and back at the club sleeping it off.”
“Sleeping it off? As if he is getting over a hangover? He got fucking shot! Shot, Jett!”
“I’m well aware of what happened,” Jett gritted out.
Sensing his anger, I calmed the tone of my voice. “I just don’t understand what’s going on. What the fuck is Lot 17 and why is it such a big deal? Who is this dickhead who wants to control your life? And why was Kace shot?”
Taking a deep breath, Jett said, “You and Kace are the closest things to me, and the prick who is doing all this knows that. I’m trying to make it seem like that’s not the case but I’m apparently not doing a good enough job. I can’t go into detail about everything because I truly don’t want to get you involved—”
“Well, too fucking late for that,” I yelled while holding my head and getting off Jett. “Just tell me already what this is all about.”
He grabbed my hand but I pulled away. His shoulders sank in defeat, an act I never thought I’d see come from Jett. He was such a stoic man that to see him slouch, show some vulnerability, was a foreign thing to me.
“You trust me, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then please, Goldie, please let me take care of this. It is killing me inside that I can’t take care of you, that . . . that I’m not man enough to give you what you need.”
Our previous conversation about his ex came to the forefront of my mind and I gritted down on my teeth as I thought about the bitch who made Jett so insecure. I wanted to know what was going on because being kept in the dark wasn’t working for me anymore, but I also wanted to give Jett the opportunity to be the person he wanted to be, the person to protect me, so I swallowed my pride and grabbed his hands.
“I want you to know that I have never felt so protected, so cherished, and so lusted after in my entire life. You make me feel things I didn’t even think were possible, so please don’t for one moment think that you aren’t taking care of me, or that you’re not man enough for me, because you are.” I kissed him on the cheek and said, “It’s just hard right now. I want to help and I get that you don’t want to involve me but just understand that this is frustrating for me too, okay?”
Nodding his head, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said, “I understand, little one.” He kissed right above my bad eye and shook his head. “God, I can’t . . .” His words caught in his throat and his lips nuzzled into my hair as he continued to speak, “I’m losing myself in you. When Kace said something happened to you, I thought the ground fell out from under me. You’re more than just another Jett Girl to me, Goldie. You’re a bright spot in the dull life that I’ve been living, you make me feel like I’m not alone anymore and your laugh, your smile, they’re so goddamn infectious that I find myself losing every last wall I’ve built while I’m around you. You’re a challenge, you’re a little spitfire with a mouth that could bring a sailor to his knees, and the best thing about all of this is that for some godforsaken reason, you chose me. You chose to stick through all the bullshit I’ve thrown at you and you’ve forgiven me for my insecurities and immature ways of handling things.” He gripped my head with both hands as tears fell from my eyes. “I’m falling for you, Goldie, so fucking hard and fast that I can’t even catch my breath, find my footing, and all want to do is spend my days with you in my arms but I have to deal with this bullshit first. I have some things I need to think about but please know that no matter what, my heart rests in those beautiful hands of yours. You’re the keeper, little one.”
I was floored. Jett could be an eloquent man, but what he’d just said to me, what he’d 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 I didn’t love. 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 I 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 to just feel and experience each other.
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.
