Page 44 of Bourbon Kingdom
With a groan, he started thrusting into me frantically, making a light sheen of sweat appear on our skin.
A mixture of emotions ran through me as Jett continuously worked in and out of my core until I couldn’t hold back any longer. From the pit of my stomach, a moan escaped me, just as I was taken over the edge. My body convulsed and clamped around him, causing him to find his own release.
He continued to pump into me until we’d both run the course of our temporary euphoria.
With regret in his eyes, he pulled away from me and lowered my dress. He zipped himself back up, righted his clothes, and then turned to me. His gentle hands straightened out my dress, so my breasts were no longer hanging out and it fell across my body like it was supposed to. Once I was all in place, he stepped away and straightened his tie with a look of displeasure on his face.
He stepped away without a word and headed toward the door, giving off a rather cold exterior.
“Jett . . .” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
“Don’t, Goldie.”
His back was turned toward me, and in the dimly lit room, I could still see the tension that rested on him, the distress I was putting him through.
“I’ll be back,” I choked out, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me.
“You never should have left,” he said before leaving the room, dragging my heart behind him.
Why couldn’t he understand my urge to take matters into my own hands? To find a solution for the problem we were living in? I wanted to be with him; it was evident in the way I reacted to just seeing him across the room. How come he couldn’t understand that?
Taking a calming breath, I gathered myself before I walked back out into the main room. Thankfully, the women’s bathroom line was still a nightmare, so if Rex questioned me, I had evidence that there was an abundant amount of pee-ers amongst us.
Scanning the room, I immediately saw Jett walk up to the kiwi and place his hand on her lower back. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, as if they were sharing a secret look. The urge to plaster my heel through her skull crossed my mind, but I refrained from causing a bloody scene and sought out the man who’d accompanied me tonight.
In the corner of the ballroom, Rex and Leo were still talking, hunched over, but where Rex looked complacent, Leo looked outraged. His body language read stiff and his hand motions were less than happy. Rex was more casual, with his hands in his pockets, as if he owned the world.
Knowing I needed to at least show my face to him, I started walking their way. He caught my approach and straightened up, cutting Leo off by buttoning up his jacket and walking toward me, leaving Leo in his wake.
“Get lost?” he asked, as he looked me up and down, probably trying to see if there was a hair out of place.
“Long line, almost sprinted to the kitchen to pee in the sink,” I grinned, making him cringe.
“Where’s your class?” he muttered, as he pulled me by the elbow toward the bar.
“Think I left it in my other clutch,” I mumbled, allowing him to guide me across the room, introducing me to more geezers and debutantes.
Like a robot, I shook their hands, charmed them, and then went to the next, all the while thinking about the back room and what Jett just did to me.
Tomorrow, I was going to find a way to bust Rex, because spending another minute away from Jett was slowly eating away at me; I needed this to be over; I needed to be in his arms again.
Chapter Fifteen
“Yellow”
GOLDIE
“That’s it, girls, just like that,” I called out, as they moved in unison to the music coming through the main room’s speakers.
Once again, the girls were naked and slowly moving, snapping to each crack and pop of the music. Rex picked the music, which, can I just say, was fucking atrocious. Might as well be dancing toLambchop’s Play Along—that would be more entertaining than the dreadful showtune Rex picked.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked a musical, but naked women bouncing their tits to the beat ofSeventy-Six Tromboneswas less sexy, and more comical.
All right, it wasn’tSeventy-Six Trombones, but it still had a trumpet in it, and trumpets come off more as nerd bomb material rather than, “Hey, check out my pussy from below.”
Being pressed up against the wall by Jett last night replayed over and over in my head. I was a little sore, which only became a constant reminder of what we did. It was stupid, because if Rex wasn’t so engrossed in the little spat he was having with Leo, we could have easily been caught. But, for the life of me, I can’t be sorry for what we did, because it just reminded me why I was going through this creepy, sex-ring hell. I was doing this because, in the long run, I wanted to be the one Jett brought to events; I wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning and the one he wrapped his arms around at night.
The music cut out and I looked over at the controls behind the bar. Blane and Rex stood together, looking sexy as hell. Even though Rex was a tyrant with some creepy fetishes and hoarding tendencies, he was still handsome and sinister. He was that man you couldn’t take your eyes off of because you wanted to know what he was thinking behind those dark brows. Then there was Blane, blond and beautifully handsome Blane with enough muscles to make up for all the other members of the club.
