Page 54 of Bourbon Sins
With my eyes still closed, I thought about my night. Jett was beyond sexy. He was tall and built, but not like Kace. Where Kace was bulky and defined, Jett was muscular and cut in all the right places. His hair was perfect for his swagger, full on the top and swept to the right with the sides of his head buzzed. His eyes were a perfect deep blue, and he had just the right amount of facial hair gracing his strong jaw. Hell, he was utterly fuckable and then, add his voice on top of it all, and he was killing it for all other men.
Then, when he touched me and spoke to me with calming but firm words, he put me over the edge in no time at all. My first session with him was going to stick in my mind for a very long time; you didn’t get over an experience like that quickly. I had a sex hangover, and it was the best hangover of my damn life.
I peeked my eye open and saw a fresh bouquet of flowers on my nightstand and a card. I sat up and opened the card immediately, knowing it was from Jett. God, I was so giddy.
Lo,
These flowers can’t even compare to the beauty you showed on stage last night. I knew I was right when I said you could become a Jett Girl one day. You pleased me multiple times last night and I look forward to our future sessions in the Bourbon Room together as well as seeing you on stage. You are beauty at its finest.
Jett
Eeep! God, my heart was fluttering like a teenage girl’s reading a note from her first crush.
“He doesn’t do relationships,” came a deep voice.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed, as I flew back on my bed from Kace’s voice breaking the silence in my room and scaring the ever-living piss out of me.
I covered myself and looked up and, sure as shit, there he was, sitting in my chair with a cup of coffee and a leg crossed over his knee, watching me sleep . . . like a fucking psycho.
“What are you doing in here?”
Kace got up from his chair, grabbed another cup of coffee, and sat on the edge of the bed while handing me his extra cup. I took a sip and relished the way the warm liquid flowed down my throat, warming me up from my toes to my belly.
“He doesn’t do relationships, Lo. Don’t get attached.”
Insulted at his accusation, I sat up taller and said, “I’m not an idiot, Kace. I know that.”
“That’s not the impression I got from watching you read that card,” he said, while flicking the card in my hand.
“Is there a reason you’re invading my privacy this morning? Is it so you can get another free show?”
He shook his head as he looked down at his coffee. “I wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I was way out of line and I, uh . . . never should have touched you while you were performing. I want you to know that kind of behavior is not acceptable from anyone . . . except Jett.”
Well shit. Now I felt bad, because it seemed like he got in trouble and, if it wasn’t for me provoking him, our little encounter never would have happened.
“No, I’m sorry Kace. I never should have provoked you like that. I was just so mad at you and I wanted to prove you wrong, to show you I belong up on stage.”
Kace turned toward me with one knee tucked on the bed and the other leg dangling off the side. I could smell his freshly-showered skin and my body was reacting to it. Down girl.
“Lo, you have always belonged up on stage. From the minute I saw you, I knew you belonged up there. I just . . . I just knew, if I put you up there, every member would go crazy over you and I wasn’t ready for that. And,” he paused for a second, but then never continued his sentence.
“And what?” I asked, as I placed my hand on his arm.
He blew out a frustrated breath and then looked up at me. His eyes looked tired and worn out, like he had been battling a never-ending fight with no victory in the future.
“And I knew the minute I got you up on stage, Jett was going to call you up to the Bourbon Room.”
“So, what’s wrong with . . .?”
I didn’t finish my sentence, because I saw it all in his eyes. The pain, the jealousy, the lust.
I put my hand over my mouth in shock. “You like me.”
He didn’t say anything; he just continued to stare down at his coffee.
“Look at me, Kace.”
“I can’t,” he responded, as he got off my bed and walked toward my door. “I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and tell you it won’t happen again.”
