Page 116 of Bourbon Kingdom
“A snob whose cock you can’t get enough of.”
Rolling my eyes, I pointed to his door, and said, “Take me to my old room. I refuse to stay in this place one more second.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one in charge here. If I say we’re staying in this room, then we’re staying,” he said, in that beautiful voice of his.
“Oh, yeah, well . . .” Well what? What did I have on him? “Well, I have a vagina!” I shouted.
Laughing, Jett picked me up and started walking us toward the back stairs to take us to my room. “That you do, little one, and you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.”
“So romantic,” I cooed.
We were almost to my room when there was a slam of a door and stomping feet coming in our direction. I looked up from Jett’s face and saw Kace storming toward us. He stopped in his tracks when he saw half-naked Jett and me in a robe in the same hallway as him.
“Get out of my way,” he stated gruffly.
Jett obliged for some reason, probably because he wanted to get me back in bed, but I wasn’t about to let Kace storm off; I was too damn nosy.
“Wait,” I called, as I struggled to get out of Jett’s grasp. “What’s going on?”
I was now rotating my body, so Jett was forced to hold me by my stomach rather than my back. I took the moment to prop my chin in my hands and kick my legs up.
“Trouble in paradise?” I teased, knowing full well Lyla was giving the man a run for his money.
“Drop it,” Kace said sharply.
“Oh come on, Kace. Sharing is caring.”
Kace turned around, looked up at Jett, and said, “Take care of your woman and get her off my back.”
“Hey!” I shouted, completely offended, as Kace walked away and Jett walked toward my bedroom. “I don’t need taking care of; I can handle my own! Come back here; I dare ya!”
“Easy, killer,” Jett said, as he closed the door to my bedroom and walked me over to the bed that held so many memories for me. “Let him do his thing.”
“He’s handling Lyla all wrong.”
“That’s his business, not yours.” I was about to fire back a response when he stopped me with his fingers to his lips. When he was satisfied I wasn’t going to open my mouth, he went to work on my robe again, and said, “Tonight is about you and me, no one else. Do not bring him into this bedroom with us. Got it?”
His tone was serious, but loving. How could I not listen to him?
“You’re not into threesomes? You two would be hot together,” I joked, garnering a look from him. “Guess not,” I gulped.
Once my robe was removed, he slipped us both under the covers of the bed, and we allowed the comfort of the mattress to swallow us whole. Maybe Jett was right; the mattress Diego gave me was piss, but it was nothing compared to the mattress over at Rex’s place.
The thought of Rex made me sad, but I didn’t dwell on it because, not only did Jett not want us talking about other people, but he would flip shit if he knew I was thinking about Rex. Not a smart move on my part.
“What are you thinking about?” Jett asked, as if he could read my mind.
Racking my brain for something, I shouted the first thing that came to mind, “Leprechauns!”
Leprechauns? Seriously?
“That’s slightly random,” Jett stated, while chuckling.
“Yeah, you could say that, but my train of thought would tell you otherwise.”
“Oh, yeah? What was your train of thought?”
Shit.
