Page 64 of Bourbon Deceit
“Hey, Kace,” I called out. He turned so I could barely see his face. “Why don’t you try calling up that redhead again? It seems like your little dicky doo da needs a red-flaming whoo-ha to warm it up a bit.” Like an immature teenage boy, I put my finger at my crotch height and wiggled it around.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he shook his head and walked away.
Laughing, Tootse got up, gathered her things, sent me a wink and left, leaving Jett and me to ourselves.
When I turned to gauge Jett’s mood, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His face was devoid of emotion.
“So, catch that football game?” I asked, trying to fill the silence in the room. I hated awkward silences. “Yeah, me neither,” I continued. “Interesting fact, did you know the Superdome is one of the biggest enclosed arenas in the world? Yeah, weird, huh? It’s like the ninth wonder of the world, right in our backyard.”
“Eighth,” Jett said as he came closer.
“Eighth?”
“Yes, it would be the eighth wonder of the world, if that was the case.” He inched even closer.
“No, it would be the ninth. The eighth is sitting in your pants right now.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a cheesy smile as I tried to refrain from spouting off a “yuck-yuck” kind of laugh.
His hand found the small of my back and pulled me to him. The smell coming off him was intoxicating, and I got lost in his presence—something I found so easy to do.
“Your lips are a little loose today, little one.”
“Yeah, well, when you deny me your dick, I start to go crazy. Please impale me so I no longer lose my mind. Your dick is my only cure.” I held on to the lapels of his jacket.
“You’re never going to get what you want when you ask like that.”
His lips ran the length of my jaw, setting my nerves on fire as my toes curled from the feel of his five o’clock shadow brushing against my soft cheek.
“Uhh, what?” I asked, forgetting what I was trying to say.
“I need to talk to you.” His lips found mine and he gently nipped on them before turning to the other side of my jaw to work his magic.
“Um, talking . . .what. Ooo, yeah. Is that your tongue?”
Jett pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “It seems like someone is going to put up a fight tonight in the Bourbon Room. You’ve been rather talkative.”
Breathing heavily from his attack on my nerves and the way he’d pulled away so fast, I said, “I thought we were supposed to talk? I’m so confused. Why aren’t you kissing me anymore? More kisses.” I puckered my lips and started kissing the air.
A small smile crossed his face as he gave in and pressed his lips against mine. I could not get enough of this Jett, of the affectionate and passionate one. Don’t get me wrong, I lived to see the dominant, protective Jett, but I could not help but crave his gentle touch as well.
Pulling away again, he brought me into him and wrapped his arms around my body so I was buried into his shoulder. I felt the tension in his back as I held on to him, drawing concern from me.
“What’s wrong?”
Exhaling, he kissed the side of my head and said, “Do you remember Diego from the other night?”
“Yes, is everything okay with him?” I was nervous that whoever the devil man Jett was talking about the other night might have gotten to Diego. Not that the old man had much of a chance. Diego was grade-A man meat with muscles that didn’t end for days. Although, old man could have hired someone but then again, Diego would be the guy I’d hire to take someone out, so I didn’t see how he could possibly . . .
“Goldie,” Jett said, interrupting my thoughts. “Please pay attention.”
“Sorry.”
“Like I was saying, you’re going to have to go over there starting tomorrow.”
“Wait, what?” I asked pulling away. I missed a big part of that conversation.
“Are you paying attention now?” he asked, growing frustrated with me.
“Yes.”
