“Jett!” she ground out and rolled her ass back into me.
“Say it, Pix. Tell me you understand.”
“Fine. I understand, you prick.”
She didn’t. Not really. But I was going to make sure to teach her.
31
Jett
The sun shinedin on my woman, and my mind played tricks on me because she looked better under it. She looked better every time I looked at her. Long blonde hair and smooth sun-kissed skin. Her bruised lips were evidence that I’d kissed her enough last night. Still, I wanted another taste.
I shifted up on to an elbow to stare at this perfect specimen of womanhood. She’d fallen asleep not long after I’d brought her to a final high of many. Then she woke me up by straddling me and admitting that my dick was the only thing she wanted. She told me she wasn’t taking no for an answer. Suffice it to say, I let it happen.
My dick didn’t give me much of a choice.
The white sheets were tangled around her now and I had every intention of taking her again before we joined the family downstairs for breakfast.
“Man, my flight got delayed and you should have seen this guy—” Jaydon swung open my bedroom door.
“Jesus.” I pulled the comforter over Vick whose eyes popped open at Jaydon’s voice. Then she smiled like it was no big deal.
“Jaydon!” She grabbed the sheet and leapt up to hug him.
Naked.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I grumbled and wiped a hand down my face.
“Vick, you can’t be serious. You’re sleeping with Jett?” He pulled back from his hug but kept his arms around her waist to puppy eye her like he could win her over. “I lost Brey to Jax. Jett’s worse, babe.”
She gazed up at him and laughed. “Maybe if you hadn’t left us for LA and the big screen.”
“I’ll fly you out any time you want.”
“Prove it,” she replied coyly, like proving it wasn’tourprivate joke.
“Vick, go put some clothes on,” I grunted.
“Or leave your clothes off.” Jaydon waggled his eyebrows.
“Jaydon, get the hell out of my room.” I leaned over the bed to find my shorts.
He kissed Vick’s cheek. “I’ll see your fine ass and his grumpy one downstairs for breakfast soon.”
“Sounds good.” She beamed and once the door was closed, she turned to glare at me. “Don’t tell me what to do like that in front of someone ever again. It’s disrespectful and rude.”
“Don’t hug men in front of me while you’re naked then.”
“First, I’m not naked. I have a sheet wrapped around me. Second, even if I was, it isn’t something your brother hasn’t seen before. Three,”—she dropped the sheet—“you want to keep seeing it, don’t be an ass.”
She turned and slipped into the bathroom before I could compile my thoughts.
I heard the shower turning on and barged in. I whipped open the shower door. “What do you mean my brother has seen you naked?”
“Exactly that.”
“If you screwed him, Vick …” Warning heated my voice. I didn’t have a threat to follow through with though. Water cascaded off her hair, tits, waist, and ass. I drank in the picture, the glistening pebbles and tracks decorating her skin. I wanted to lick them off and fuck her against the shower wall.