Page 43 of Bourbon Deceit
He didn’t respond, instead he grunted some more and started matching my thrusts. Not being able to hold myself up in the position that I was in anymore, I sat up and arched my back so my hands were now balancing behind me. My tits were in the air as I continued to work Jett’s cock.
In the midst of pleasure, I heard my door fly open, startling both Jett and me, and that’s when I saw Kace.
“Ah, fucking Christ!” He threw his hands up as I screamed and Jett yelled.
“What the fuck, get out of here!”
Jett was like a fucking naked ninja as he grabbed a hold of me, flipped me off his dick and covered me up so fast I wasn’t sure if Kace even saw anything.
Kace was shielding his eyes with his arm as he held up his other hand in apology.
“Jesus, I didn’t fucking know you were in here,” Kace said as he tried to back out of the room.
Jett was out of bed and putting his pants on in no time, walking toward Kace with tense shoulders and a strut to kill.
“What the fuck are you doing barging in her room like that? What if she was getting dressed?”
“She’s late for practice!” Kace spat back, straightening his posture and averting his eyes. Sparks started to fly between them and the testosterone in the room grew thick.
“That doesn’t give you the right to come running in here. It’s called knocking.” Jett pushed Kace into the door.
Oh fuck. Kace didn’t take too kindly to Jett’s shove and in the matter of second, Kace was charging after Jett. I was out of bed in no time with the sheet wrapped around my body trying to break up the fight. As I went to stop them, I tripped on my sheet and flung forward so I slid right between them with my hands out, as if I was trying to slide into second base. A loud thump and grunt escaped me as I landed on the ground, nipples first.
“Jesus!” Jett shouted as he gathered my blankets to cover me up. He held me in his arms and looked at Kace. “This is your one and final warning, don’t you ever come fucking charging in here again. This is not your room.”
Kace got right in Jett’s face and spoke so close that I could smell the fresh soap of his shower. I wouldn’t mind a Goldie sandwich right about now with these two men. Holy hell, that would be hot.
“Just because your relationship with Goldie is different now doesn’t mean she can let the other girls down.”
“Put me down, Jett. He’s right,” I said as I started to feel guilty. I shouldn’t let the girls down just because I was fucking the boss. Well, more than fucking.
“No, I will not put you down,” Jett retorted. “I will not fucking stand for the way he’s treating you right now.”
“Oh fuck off,” Kace said as he spun around and headed out the door. Before he left, he turned back around and said, “You know I’m happy for you two but, Jett, there has to be a line. If Lo is going to be a Jett Girl, then you are going to have to treat her like one.”
Jett was silent for a second as he pondered what Kace was saying.
“Well, then she’s no longer a Jett Girl.”
“What?!” Both Kace and I said together.
I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but Jett wouldn’t let me go.
“She’s no longer a Jett Girl, simple as that.”
Kace threw his hands up in the air and said, “Whatever,” and took off down the hallway, leaving me with the very overbearing Mr. Colby.
“Put me down.” I scrambled until he finally set me down. He shut the door and stood in front of it with his arms crossed.
I told myself not to get distracted by the way his muscles were flexing right in front of me, or the way his angry stare was fucking hotter than hell.
“You can’t be serious,” I said as I gathered my sheet and threw it on the bed. I walked into my closet and threw on some lingerie and a shirt, then went to the bathroom, where I started brushing out the rat’s nest that was my hair.
Standing in the doorway, Jett crossed his arms again and observed me.
“I’m dead serious. Your show days are over.”
“No, they’re fucking not,” I spat back.
