Page 79 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to act around you right now. I feel like I don’t know how to talk to you anymore.”
“Is that because you don’t trust me?” I asked, feeling sad.
“No!” he said quickly. “No, Goldie. I just . . .” he paused as I heard him shift in his chair. “I feel like there’s been too much distance between us. I feel like I’ve lost you.”
The pain in his voice was almost too much to handle. I swallowed hard as I controlled the emotions that were threatening to boil over.
I was so up and down with this man. I wanted him, more than anything did I want him, but would he give me what I really needed? It seemed like he wanted to, like he was ready to do whatever it took, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see. I couldn’t be hurt by him again; I just couldn’t.
Reassuring him, I responded, “You didn’t lose me, Jett, we just need to patch up the crack that has separated us.”
“Are you willing to do that?” he asked, hope in his voice.
“I think I am,” I admitted. “But we have to both work at it; it can’t be a one-way street. I can’t do everything, Jett.”
“I want to put in the work, Goldie. I miss you. It’s not the same here without you.”
“Why, no one busting your balls? I need to talk to those girls, remind them what their real responsibility is.”
Laughing, Jett said, “Yes, I do miss the daily ball busting. You really know how to put a man in his place.”
“I take great pride in juggling nut sacs.”
“I’m sure you do. So, how are you juggling the nut sacs over where you’re staying?” I could sense he was curious about my relationship with Diego and Blane, but he wasn’t jealous, because deep down, the damn man knew I belonged to him. I could deny it all I wanted, but the man knew.
Fucking cocky bastard.
“Well, trying to get two nut sacs in my mouth at the same time has been challenging, but with a few more jaw stretching exercises, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to accomplish it. Diego said if I get good enough, I could bring it to the main stage as an act. What did he call it?” I paused for effect. “Oh, yeah, ‘Testies be gone with your bad self.’”
Silence rang through the other end of the phone, as I held in the snicker that wanted to escape.
Clearing his throat, Jett said, “Goldie, I hope you’re joking.”
Letting out a laugh, a good one, one that I hadn’t felt in a long time, I settled into my bed and pressed the phone closer to my ear, trying to be as close to him as possible while I spoke.
“Come on, you know me better than that, Jett. I can easily get three pairs of balls in my mouth at the same time.”
“Goldie . . .” he warned, making me laugh some more.
“Fine, I haven’t had any balls in my mouth. Does that make you happy?”
“Very. So, how are things with the boys? Are they treating you well?”
“Yes, they’ve been the perfect gentlemen. I mean, Diego is a continuous flirt, but he’s been like that since I got here, so that’s nothing new. I don’t think he would ever act on anything. He wouldn’t be able to handle me. And, Blane, well, he’s like a big brother to me. I could never get with that.”
“Good to know.”
“What about you? Have you porked anyone lately?”
“How I’ve missed how eloquent you are,” Jett teased. “And, no, I haven’t been able to take my mind off of this little one I know.”
“Is that right? So, have you slapped the salami lately to this little one you speak of? Maybe stroked the log in the shower? Fondled the old fiddle? Playing a little five on one? A little hand to gland combat?”
“Are you asking if I’ve masturbated to your gorgeous face?”
Feeling a little caught off-guard by his bluntness, I cleared my throat and replied, “Umm, yeah.”
“What do you think?” he asked, his voice going an octave deeper. I knew that fucking voice, that was his Bourbon Room voice, that was the voice he used right before he took me up against the wall.
