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His lips found mine once again and our tongues met in the middle. I was lost in him and before I knew it, my body was shaking uncontrollably as we both came at the same time, chests bumping against each other and lungs gasping for any kind of air to help the beating of our hearts.
There’s something to say about delayed gratification and all the wait and pent-up anger…it was worth it, because right now, I had Jett wrapping his arms around me and holding me close to his chest just after giving me one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.
Once our hearts grew steadier, Jett pulled us both under the covers and made sure I was pressed tightly against his chest. My fingers danced across his skin as his hand ran through my hair, playing with the individual strands. The sweet gesture had my eyes shutting instantly, calming everything in my body that had been disrupted. This was all I never needed.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest and said, “You didn’t ask me if I was here to submit to you.”
He kissed the top of my head and said, “I know.”
“Why not?”
“Because, you’re mine now, Goldie, forever. That means I don’t ever have to ask you again.”
“Oh,” I replied, as butterflies did somersaults in my stomach.
I was his, forever.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Just Give Me a Reason”
GOLDIE
Oh, sweet Jesus, I was sore. I didn’t think Jett had been that hard on me, but now that I lay in bed with the sun shining on my face, I could feel every sore inch of my body from the multiple ways Jett took me last night. The man was relentless once I gave him the green light. He took me in bed, up against the wall, on the floor, in the shower, I don’t think there was one piece of my room that Jett hadn’t pushed me up against and fucked me blind.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, as I flopped to the side, looking for a warm body to snuggle into, but coming up short when I was met with cold blankets.
My eyes opened just as my pupils told me to F-off from the bright sun. I felt around, but there was no hot and sexy man next to me. It wasn’t a dream; I knew that.
Slightly panicked, I forced my eyes open and looked around the room. My lamp was still on the ground, my clothes were on the floor, lotion was smeared on the nightstand, and one of my heels was hanging off the curtain rod, oh, yeah. I smiled to myself as I thought about my heel. I am just so classy.
One thing I did notice that gave me hope was Jett’s clothes that were still folded up to the side. He was still here.
Giddy, I wrapped my robe around my body, not bothering with any other clothes, and opened the door to my room. The smell of coffee greeted me, pulling me to the kitchen. The door was closed, but I could hear voices on the other side, so I made sure my robe was extra tight and then swung the door open.
Standing together were Jett, Diego, and Blane, all shirtless, wearing various types of pants, except for Jett, who was in his briefs still, holding cups of coffee and grinning at me like they were posing for a calendar.
All they needed was Kace and the whole room would spontaneously combust from too much sexy.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare or are you going to come give me a good morning kiss?” Jett asked with a smirk over his coffee cup.
“Actually, I was going to give Diego a good morning kiss,” I answered defiantly, as I walked toward Diego, who straightened up from leaning on the counter and held out his arms.
I was moments from falling into his open arms when Jett pulled on me and led me into his territory. His chest was heated as it pressed against me and his arm wrapped around my body, claiming me as his.
Whispering in my ear, Jett leaned over and said, “Don’t even test me, little one.”
Chills ran down my spine and scattered across my skin from his warm breath pressed against my ear. His heated skin seared through my thin robe as he pulled me in closer, gripping onto my hip so I was unable to move away from him, not that I really wanted to.
Looking up at Jett, I gave him my most innocent smile, which made him shake his head in laughter. Even though I felt like he owned me in every way, I really did own him. I had the ability to bring this powerful man to his knees. He would do anything for me, and sharing wasn’t even an option.
He loved me.
Holy shit, he loved me. This all-encompassing, powerful man loved me. He could have any woman he wanted, but he chose me, he chose to open his heart up and let me in. He fucking loved me!
Clearing his throat, Diego said, “So, I’m assuming this means Jett is no longer a fuck-up?”
I looked up at Jett, who was taking a sip of coffee from his mug. I watched as his throat gracefully swallowed the hot liquid, warming me in all the right ways.
