Page 42 of Bourbon Deceit
Quickly swiping my cheeks, I lied and said, “No.”
“Goldie . . .” he drawled out.
“Okay, I was.”
“Why?” he asked with sincerity.
“It’s so stupid but I thought that you didn’t stay the night and it seemed like everything we’ve been through was worth nothing.”
Shifting so he was on top of me, he responded, “Let’s get one thing straight, everything we do is worth something, even if it’s something as small as a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Everything between us matters and secondly, I know I’ve been an ass in the past but when I gave you this necklace, I made a promise to you that I’m trying, I’m trying for us.”
Excitement bubbled inside me. “I was just thrown off because I was in my room. Why didn’t we stay in the Bourbon Room?”
Jett placed a kiss on my forehead and said, “Sweet little one, the Bourbon Room is for playing, not for intimacy. I brought you down to your room to be intimate with you, to hold you, to feel your breath even out as you slept, and to wake up to the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” I admitted. I was an emotional basket case. I feel like this is all I ever wanted and now that I have it, I have no clue how to react.
“Don’t cry.” He kissed my cheeks and then my nose. This was the Jett I craved, the sweet Jett, the one who didn’t mind waking up with me and dealing with my medusa hair and smeared makeup.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked as he kissed down my neck.
“Of course.”
“Why didn’t we just go to your room?”
I was so curious about what his room looked like, what was in there, how big his bed was, how he decorated it. I wanted to know.
He stopped kissing my neck and pressed his forehead against my shoulder. I shouldn’t have asked, because I could feel him tense up.
“It’s okay,” I said while rubbing his back. “You don’t have to tell me—”
“No, I do,” he interrupted me. “I want to be honest with you, Goldie, so I’m probably going to tell you something you don’t want to hear. I need to take this slow, okay? I know you want all of me and I’m trying to give you all of me. I’m there physically but emotionally, I’m working on it. You have to give me time and bringing you into the only world that I have to myself is a big step. I just need some time to figure things out before I do that, okay?”
I nodded my head and continued to rub his back as reassurance. “I understand, Jett. I won’t push you, I promise. I’m just so happy that you’ve decided to even give me this, give me the chance to hold you in the morning. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me.”
He smiled and kissed my nose.
With my index finger, I pressed the corner of his mouth where he was smiling and said, “This right here, this smile is something that I will never get over. You don’t show many emotions, Mr. Colby, and when you do, I feel like my heart twists in my chest. You make me feel so good. You’re mine, Jett, you’re so fucking mine.”
Smoothing out my hair, Jett leaned down and kissed me. When he pulled away, he said, “You’re mine too, little one, all mine.”
In one fell swoop, Jett flipped me around so he was underneath me and his erection was rubbing against my skin, begging for entrance.
“Do you have something to say to me?” he asked as his hands ran up my stomach and started thumbing my nipples. Oh fuck yes, I did!
“Yes, what’s for breakfast?”
Jett pinched my nipple, making me squeal in pleasure and laugh.
“Okay.” I smiled and laughed. “I’m here to submit to you.”
“Ride me then, little one.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice. I backed up and turned around so my back was to him. If I was going to ride him, I was going to ride him right. He must have appreciated my spin on his demand, because he groaned and started massaging my ass as I positioned myself. I stroked his cock a couple of times and then sat up on my knees and slammed down hard on his erection. We both moaned together as friction started to build between us.
“Your ass is so perfect,” he said. I bent over further, my hands on my thighs, giving him an even better view.
“Oh, Jett. Oh fuck, this feels so good.”
