Jett (10 page)

“Let’s forget about all that, and just have a good time, huh? This place has a state of the art stereo system, let’s use it!”  Within moments, the music was blaring through the walls, and the three of us were dancing around the room while Colt sat watching stoically.  I winked at him, and he shook his head and smiled.  

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud!” I yelled to him, walking over to him and pulling him up. “Dance with me!” 

“No way, Jett, what the fuck?” he growled.

“Fine!” I said, pushing him away.  He sat back down on the couch, and I began dancing with the girls, our bodies undulating together to the pounding of the music.  I turned to Olivia, looking into her eyes, and then sunk my fingers into her blonde hair, pulled her head back and kissed her full on the lips, my tongue twirling with hers deliciously.  I pulled away, and kissed Ginger just as passionately.  

I knew Colt was watching.  I knew it was turning him on.  I wanted him to watch.  My body was finally feeling alive for the first time all day, and if he wouldn’t kiss me, then I would do my damnedest to make him pay for it.

The girls and I sank into the soft carpet, our clothes falling away, our limbs tangling together as we caressed and kissed and licked each other for the next few hours.  After a while, I forgot Colt was there, and I lost myself in the softness of their skin and the sweet sound of their moans echoing in the room. 
 

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When I woke up, my cock reminded me of last night’s events.  It hadn’t forgotten for a second, and I had tossed and turned, trying to ignore the images that were running through my mind.  

Jett, drunk.

Jett, naked.

Jett, tangled up on the floor with two of the hottest chicks I had even seen.  It was like a fantasy come to life, and it took strength that even I didn’t know I possessed to resist joining them on the floor in front of me, and fucking all three of them until they couldn’t walk anymore.  But I didn’t. 

But, watch?  You bet your ass I did.  I couldn’t tear my eyes away, no matter how painful my throbbing cock had become. I was determined not to get involved with Jett, and apparently she was determined to make that as hard as fucking possible.  Along with my aching cock.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into?  I groaned, and pulled myself from the couch. The girls had retreated to the bedroom when the sun came up, and I checked on them quickly before getting in the shower.  

They looked like sleeping goddesses.  I shook my head.  If the guys in my club knew what I was dealing with here, they would have kicked me out of the club on principle alone for resisting. Maybe I was an idiot after all.

I jumped in the shower, trying desperately to forget my raging erection. Finally, I gave up, and gave it the attention it was demanding. Visions of last night danced through my head, and I let them.  Jett, her head buried between Olivia’s thighs, her moans echoing through the room.  Jett, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Ginger fucked her, her fingers disappearing into her pussy.  The three of them kissing, their tongues tangling together as their tits pressed together.  It was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen, and the image that pushed me over the edge, my body finally finding a release from the built-up tension that I had been ignoring for hours.  I felt like fucking Superman. To resist a scene like that, I must have some kind of crazy superpowers.

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I ordered room service.  If those girls weren’t ravenous when they woke up, I would be surprised.  When the knock came, I walked over to the door, and saw an envelope on the floor.  Apparently, it had been slid under the door at some point.  I picked it up, let the waiter in, tipped him, and closed the door behind him.

I heard rustling in the other room as I opened the unmarked envelope.  When I saw the contents, my stomach turned.

Jett, 

You’re too good for that biker. 

He’s filthy. 

Soon, you’ll be clean again, and you’ll be all mine.  

Soon, pretty lady, very, very soon.  

I love you, Jack.

Rage raced through my veins.  So this asshole was watching us.  He had seen me.  Good.  Because the motherfucker had better get used to it.

I hope you got a good look, prick, I thought to myself, because I’m going to rip your eyes right out of your head when I catch you.

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“I’m bringing in reinforcements,” I said to Jett after we boarded the bus for the drive.  “And I’m firing Rex.”

“Reinforcements?” she asked. “Who?”

“I’m going to have one of my brothers come join us.  We need someone to stand guard outside your hotel room, your green room, wherever you are, twenty-four, seven.  Crazy Jack is getting too fucking close.”

“Okay, whatever you think is the right thing to do.”  I had showed her the note I found when she woke up, and the fear in her eyes killed me. In the bright morning light, she wasn’t drunk anymore, and she quickly kicked the girls out of the room and sent them on their way.  “Rex’s shift ends at midnight.  I guess he has to sleep, too.  I usually just let Seth make those decisions, but you’re right, Colt.”

“Damn right I’m right,” I said.

She looked at me shyly, drinking coffee, her eyes clear and serious.

“I’m sorry about last night.  I needed to blow off a little steam.”

“I saw that,” I said, images of last night threatening to wash through my head again, my cock twitching in my jeans. “Let’s just forget about it.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“There is one thing, though, Jett.  That shit isn’t safe, you know?  Maybe you should lighten up on having strangers brought to your room?  Maybe lighten up on the drinking too?”

Her eyes clouded over with anger, and she stared me down.

“Don’t try to tell me what to do, Colt.  I cope with this shit as best as I can.  You don’t know what it’s like to be me, goddammit!” She was almost shouting, which caught me completely by surprise.  Apparently, this was a sensitive topic.  I reminded myself to attempt to be a little gentler next time, even though I had been far from harsh.  

She walked away from me, mumbling something about sleeping, and locked herself in her bunk.  I sighed, letting her go.

She was right.  None of this was easy on me.  I could only imagine how hard it was on her.

I pulled my cell phone out.  First, I called Rex.  When I told him he was fired, he almost sounded relieved.  I think he stopped himself just before he started to thank me.  I shook my head as I hung up with him, grateful he had been a man about it.  Next, I called the club.  Rusty answered his phone on the first ring. 

“Colt!  How’s it going, man?” he asked.

“Brother, I need some help.”

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The lobby of the Four Seasons in San Francisco was bustling with activity.  That was a good thing. It was easy to blend in as I sat here, my face hidden behind my newspaper as I waited for Jett to arrive.  Yesterday, I slipped the note under her door, and by the look on her face when she emerged from the Hilton, she had received it.  She wasn’t wearing her sunglasses that time, and I could see those pretty eyes clearly through my binoculars.  She looked troubled.

I was glad.

Hopefully, she was beginning to think about her vile behavior.  Hopefully, she was realizing just how filthy she was.  Especially now.  I was annoyed to see that dirty man with her that day, his hand resting on the small of her back as she climbed onto the bus.

He was disgusting. He had to go.

Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more disgusting, I looked up right as she strolled through the hotel lobby with not just one, but two sleazy bikers.  One on each side!

Oh, Jett!
 

What is she doing to herself? Why does she insist on going farther down such a sinful road?  It’s as if she doesn’t know how pure she can be.  

She needs reminding.  She needs me.  She needs me to show her, to clean her, and then I can possess her.

And if she wants to put this disgusting scum in between us, I will just have to do away with them.  

No, no…this simply won’t do.

After she disappeared into the elevator with the two men, I picked up the package laying on the table in front of me and walked to the front desk.

“Excuse me, sir?”  

“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” the suited clerk asked.

“I have a package for Anna Silver.  Could you please deliver it for me?”

“Anna Silver?” he raised an eyebrow, but pulled the gift-wrapped package across the counter.  “Certainly, sir.  I’ll see she gets it.”

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Colt wasn’t kidding when he said he was calling for reinforcements.  The next day, I was being escorted through the hotel lobby in San Francisco by not one hot, leather-clad man, but two.  

Jesse was huge, even taller and broader than Colt, but nowhere near as handsome.  He was all business, but you could tell he and Colt were close. His short black hair and stocky build were impressively intimidating, and his intensely focused deep, black eyes scared me a little.

“Jett, this is Jesse, Sergeant-at-Arms of The Loyal Bastards MC, and one of my best friends,” Colt said, introducing us that morning.  He had flown in right away after Colt called him.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Jesse said, shaking my hand.  

“Thank you for coming, Jesse,” I said.  “Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”

“I will, thank you.”

The plan was for them to trade shifts so that I had around the clock protection, and someone was always outside my door at night.  Colt wasn’t willing to leave my side, and since Rex hadn’t been as vigilant as Colt would have liked, I respected his decision that he needed someone he could trust.