Page 115 of Bourbon Kingdom
Satisfied, I sat back on his bed and smiled up at him, taking in the reaction I was able to garner from him.
Without a word, Jett leaned over and placed his hand on my shoulders, pushing me down on the mattress. He stared into my eyes, searching them for something I didn’t know. His eyes glistened in the dark room, making me fall in love with the man all over again.
“You make me so incredibly happy,” he said softly, before claiming my lips with his.
When he pulled away, I asked, “Because I give good head?”
“No, because when I look in your eyes, I see true adoration for me. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Goldie. I’d never experienced what love was like, I never knew what it felt like to be unconditionally loved by anyone until you came along. You love me and being loved by you, and only you, is, by far, the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. Your love is something I will never give up again, no matter what the circumstances are. I refuse to lose this feeling.
Tears threatened to spill over my eyes as I took in his words.
Never did I think the mysterious man who’d dropped off the black and purple card was going to end up being the one I held closest to my heart. I was looking for a way to survive, an olive branch, and what I found was a heart that matched mine, a soul to forever make me warm.
“I love you, Jett. I will never stop loving you.”
While looking down at me, he caressed my face with his thumbs and said, “Shall we call it a night? Or do I need to ravish you one more time?”
Laughing, I replied, “I think if you ravish me one more time, there will be nothing left to ravish.”
“Have I been taking it too hard on you?” he asked with concern.
“No,” I smiled and caressed his speckled jaw. “But I might be a little sore after what happened in the Bourbon Room.”
“Don’t mouth off and you won’t be sore,” he quipped.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
“Man-eater,” he teased.
“Tyrant,” I teased back.
With a growl, he scooped me up and brought me to the head of the bed, where he tried to put me under the covers, but I clung to him instead like a spider monkey, not letting him drop me down.
“It’s going to be hard to sleep like this,” he joked.
“Yeah, about that, I’m not sleeping here.”
“Excuse me?” he asked, slightly offended. “Are you saying you would rather sleep away from me?”
“No, drama queen,” I joked. “But I’m not sleeping in this jail cell of a room you have. I mean, honestly, Jett, no wonder you’re always in a bad mood, look at this place. There’s no color, no brightness; it’s just a cold room with some meaningless objects in it. I mean, fuck, you have a cow tongue in here. I’m kind of embarrassed for you.”
“Embarrassed?” he asked, more intrigued now.
“Yes, embarrassed. You hold yourself to such high standards, and then you go and have a room like this? Eck, gross. Thank God you never brought women here; they would have run for their damn lives.” Lowering my voice I looked around and added, “It looks like a fucking psychopath’s room.”
Jett threw his head back and laughed at my assessment.
“It does not look like a psychopath’s room.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” I stated boldly. “No personal items, everything has its proper place. Uh, yeah, you’re a fucking psychopath.”
“Yeah, and you just sucked this psychopath’s dick, so what does that say about you?”
Thinking about it for a second, I said, “Never said I was perfect, plus, I felt pity for you.”
“Bullshit,” he chuckled, and pulled away from the bed. “So, if you don’t want to sleep here, then where do you plan on sleeping? Don’t say Diego’s place, because I don’t think I can sleep in that bed one more night. I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping on such piss.”
“You’re such a snob.”
