Conquer Your Love (28 page)

Did he have to be so blunt? My cheeks caught fire. I opened my mouth to
protest, but he shut me up with a hot rich kiss, his talented fingers
continuing to do their magic tricks, bringing me closer to the edge.

Holy cow.

The guy was good.
Really good.

Higher and higher waves of arousal washed over me, and my head began to
spin in the vortex only Jett could create. I didn’t mind the
vulnerability—lying naked on the kitchen counter. I didn’t mind that the
kitchen had two large windows and anyone could see me in the heights of lust.
Hell, I didn’t even mind Jett watching me circling my hips shamelessly against
his talented hand. What I minded was not having him inside me when my orgasm
was near. From the even thrusts of his fingers, I knew his little torture would
get me there fast.

As if sensing my thoughts, Jett’s fingers pulled out of me. ”Are you
ready for a deeper plunge?” His voice dripped with insinuation, as his thumb
continued to circle around my clit.

I felt the prod of his erection against my sensitive entry and ran my
hands down his chest, exploring the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingers.
He kissed me as he spread my legs wider, his tongue tangling with mine, sucking
it, nibbling my lips, while the length of his erection rubbed against my entry,
spreading the moisture of our arousal.

“You have me but are you mine?” Jett whispered, his deep voice sending
another delicious pull through the depths of my sex. Did he have to talk when I
was balancing on the edge of insanity, waiting for him to give me the final
push? I was wet and in need of release; if he wouldn’t give it, then I’d go for
it and take it.

“I’m yours, Jett.” I moistened my lips, the lust savaging my body
throbbing so hard I was ready to
demand
his rawness fill the emptiness inside me. I lifted my legs higher, my hips
silently pleading with his hard shaft to enter me.

“I’ll take you at your word.”

His large erection slid deep into my wet sex, filling me, taking every
inch I had to offer. I quivered with delight at the way his shaft felt inside
me—moving, thrusting—slow but immensely deep. His groans became
louder and faster as I matched his movements. With every pound my nerve endings
caught fire anew, until my sheath contracted around him, sucking him deeper
into me, creating a feeling of closeness and intimacy as he impaled and
stretched me. Lost in him, I let go of everything but the sensation of him
slamming into me.

Jett dipped his tongue into
my mouth, mirroring the fast movements of his hips, his hard flesh plunging
deep inside me. He told me how tight I was, how beautiful I was in my need for
him, and how he felt my orgasm building as I arched my back to welcome his
thrusts.

“Brooke,” he moaned my name, a moment before my vision blurred and I
bucked against him. Waves of pleasure rocked my body.
A
moment
later thick hot moisture exploded inside me and he climaxed
against my damp body, consumed by the pleasure my body had given him. And I
drowned in the sea of release, the air heavy with our scent mixed with herbs.

***

We were still panting when Jett buttoned up his jeans and helped me off
the counter. I wrapped my bathrobe against my shivering body and tied my wet
hair at the nape of my neck.

“Are you okay?” Jett placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

I nodded, figuring I didn’t need a mirror to know that my cheeks were
red and I was smiling, matching the grin on his face. I had never made love in
a kitchen so another first for us.

We cleaned up the mess and erased any proof of our intimate session in
silence, enjoying each other’s presence without the need to talk. By the time
we were done it was a little after ten. Jett followed my glance to my watch and
wrapped his arms around me whispering, “Tired?”

“Very.”

“It’s been a hard day. Do you care for a pre-midnight snack?” His eyes
twinkled with mischief and for a moment I wasn’t sure whether he was talking
about food or sex—until he drained the pasta in a sieve.

 
“I’m starving,” I
said,
ready to take whichever of the two options he offered.
“You finish dinner while I get changed.”

“Don’t take too long, woman.” He slapped my butt playfully. I giggled
and moved past him.

Upstairs, I slipped into a clean pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
I was halfway through the foyer when I noticed Jett standing near the window,
in the darkness of the living room.

“You scared me.” I laughed uneasily.

“
Shhh
.” He pressed a finger against his mouth
and motioned me to step closer. I tiptoed to him, wondering what the heck was
going on.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered because his paranoia was contagious. He
pulled the curtain aside so I could look. It took my eyes several seconds to
adjust to the darkness and my brain another few seconds to process what I was
seeing. A man was standing near the house, his features blurred in the
moonlight, so I couldn’t make out his face.

“Stay here and be quiet,” Jett whispered.

“Are you crazy? I’m not staying behind,” I whispered. He shushed me by
placing a finger on my lips, motioning me to stay. I watched him sneak to the
door his hand wrapped around a gun. It had to be the same one I had seen in the
car. He must have hid it in his jacket or in the grocery box. My hands covered
my mouth to stifle a scream.

Oh god!

He was going to shoot and someone would get hurt.

My heart hammered so hard all I could hear was my blood rushing through
my veins. And then my mind began to spin with possibilities. What if the other
guy carried a gun too and he shot Jett? What if Jett killed him and we’d end up
in even bigger trouble? What if there were more people outside just waiting for
Jett to walk blindly into a trap?

I wasn’t going to let my guy die. He had to stay inside—with
me— and keep that door closed so that nobody could enter and we could call
for help.

 
“Jett, no.” I whispered
after him, shaking my head, signaling to stay. But he ignored me. Before I
could move an inch, he was outside. Paralyzed by fear, I pulled the curtain
aside. The intruder was gone and Jett disappeared out of my vision.

I wasn’t going to stay put and wait for disaster to strike. Before I
could change my mind, I dashed out the door as quietly as I could, aware that
my breathing sounded like I had a saxophone inside my chest.

The night was pitch black. The moon hid behind thick clouds but the air
was surprisingly balmy. Apart from the chirping of crickets, I could hear no
sounds. I moved past the white balustrades, down the stone stairs, gravel
crunching beneath my feet as I took a left turn toward where I
thought
I had seen Jett disappear
through the window. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness—good
enough to show me the way, but too weak not to mistake tree shadows and
branches for people. Still, my courage was stronger than my fear. It was true.
Love gave me courage.

I walked around the house, almost reaching the front porch, when Jett
and another guy appeared in my line of vision.

“Drop your weapon before I shoot you.” Jett’s voice was cold,
unrelenting. A voice that would not hesitate to hurt someone, a voice I had
never heard before. A voice so damn sexy I would’ve smiled with pride at the
fact that he was my man—if I wasn’t so scared. A twig snapped under my
feet. Jett turned his head sharply and in the darkness his gaze fell on me. I
could almost see the angry lines around his mouth.

“What the fuck? Go back inside, Brooke.”

Holy cow, he was hot when he was angry. His tone kept me transfixed to
the spot, unable to follow his command.

“What did I tell you, Brooke? Get back inside,” Jett hissed.

My feet felt like they were glued to the spot.

“Turn around,” Jett ordered the man.

“Jett?” Holding up his hands, the guy spun around. The first two things
I noticed about him were his black leather jacket and the tattoos on his naked
arms.

It was the same guy from the bar—the one Sylvie couldn’t keep her
hands off.

I blinked several times as I tried to match the man standing in front of
Jett to the memory inside my head. Strong jaw. Pierced eyebrow. Sturdy build.
And he was tall
;
almost as tall as Jett. Yeah, it was
definitely the same person and he still looked like a drug dealer.

“He must have followed us from the club,” I said. “Should I call the
police?”

“That’s your girl?” the guy said. I couldn’t help but notice the
amusement in his tone. “I’m glad you found her, man.”

“Kenny.” Jett slapped his shoulder. “I was about to shoot you. Yeah,
that’s her.”

“You know him?” I inched closer. Jett wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me close, grinning.

“This is Kenny. We’re going way back,” Jett said.

He stepped closer to me and extended his hand. “I’m Kenny. Jett’s
friend.”

“Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand, my heart still pounding because,
in all honesty, I couldn’t shake off the feeling he
was
involved in some shady business.

Your girl.

My mind circled around Kenny’s words. Was that how Jett had titled me
around his friends?

“What are you doing here?” Jett said, oblivious to the sudden burst of
affection invading my heart. “Now it makes sense why I couldn’t reach you.”

“Went on a date.” Kenny grinned.

I blinked because the answer was so obvious and yet I had to ask. “A
date? With whom?”

“A blond girl—Sylvie,” Kenny said.

Sylvie went on a date with
him
and didn’t tell me? “Where is she?” I asked.

“She told me she couldn’t use the front door, because someone was home,
so I walked her around the house. I had no clue you guys were in there. I
thought she was living with her parents.” Kenny seemed like a nice guy.
Friendly. Good manners. Definitely not how I pictured him at all. And he was
Jett’s friend. I found myself warming up to him.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked. “We were about to eat but there’s
enough food and drink for everyone.”

Jett raised his brow. I shrugged and smiled at Kenny in the hope he’d
accept my invitation because I wanted to get to know Jett’s friends. I wanted
to know everything about him.

“Thanks,” Kenny said.

We switched on the lights in the hall and were halfway to the kitchen
when I spied Sylvie through the open living room door. At the sight of Kenny,
she smiled and opened her mouth to explain. I cut her off.

“Yeah, I know. He told us already. Turns out he and Jett are friends.”

“How long have you been involved?” Jett asked.

Sylvie’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do I look like
I’m crazy and participating in a sect?”

“It’s a club,” I said. “And I think Jett was asking about Kenny and
you.”

Jett turned his head back to me, mild annoyance shimmering in his eyes.
“I told you not to tell anybody.”

“She didn’t,” Sylvie said. “I’m just psychic.”

I laughed at her sarcasm. My laughter died in my throat at Jett’s glare.
“We’ve been best friends forever. She’d never betray my trust.”

Sylvie’s chin shot up and her eyes sparkled with pride. “That’s true.
I’m the
most trustworthy
person in the world. Your
secret’s safe with me—even safer than with the CIA and I’ve heard they
keep secrets pretty well.”

“Right,” Jett muttered.

We were in the kitchen when Kenny said to Jett, “You pulled out a
fucking gun on me. Were you trying to impress her, man?”

“No need to. Done that already.” Jett grinned and winked at me.

Earth
swallow
me up whole!

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you guys,” Sylvie whispered.

“You didn’t.”

I forced a smile to my face and prayed she would mistake my blush for
the beginning of sunburn. If she had entered the house a few minutes earlier,
she would have caught us in the middle of an intimate sex act.

“We were busy with cooking. Right, Brooke?” Jett said. “I was teaching
her how to prepare meat.”

Kenny let out a low chuckle.

“Aw, that’s nice,” Sylvie said, oblivious to the shame burning inside me
at Jett’s double meaning and the way his hand rested possessively on my ass
like it belonged there.

I woke up
to the chirping of birds. The
sun was shining, bathing the bedroom in a golden glow. Jett’s side of the bed
was empty but he had left a note on the nightstand.

I’ll be back around 4. Stay in and
keep your phone switched on! And thanks for dessert. It was THE best. Jett x.