Jett (7 page)

I found a blanket and gently laid it over her.  Of course she was exhausted.  Not only had she traveled hundreds of miles on her bus and performed, but then she had to get dressed up again and go to a stupid party.  And all the while drinking her ass off. I shook my head as I walked out of the room, realizing I was ready for a little sleep myself.

I took my gun from the holster on my hip, and ripped the suit off as fast I could.  

“Well, that was awful,” I whispered to myself.  

I fell asleep on the couch in my boxers, my gun right next to me.
 

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She has a new man.  I hate him.  He looks so stupid in that leather vest.  When they left the hotel this morning, I followed the limo to the shopping district downtown.  

She smiles at him in a way I’ve never seen her look at anybody, in all these months of watching her.  Why does she smile at him like that?  Who is he?

If she’s fucking him, if she lets him touch her…no, I can’t even imagine it.  The filth.  Disgusting.

I watched from my car as they strolled down the street together, dipping into the fancy shops, laughing.

Why is she laughing?

She never laughs.  It’s beautiful, though.  Her smile is the smile of an angel.  A dirty, filthy, sinful angel.

Someday soon, she’ll be mine.  The first thing I’ll do is scrub her clean.  Everything is waiting.  Sandpaper, steel wool scouring pads, bleach, everything I need to scrub away all traces of everyone who came before me.

And once she’s clean?

Oh! My body shuddered as I dreamed of that moment.

She would be all mine, finally, and I could do all the things I had fantasized about for so long.  It had been years.

And now, we were so close.

So close to being together.  So close to her being mine.

I would get to smell her hair again!

My hands caressed the black leather I was wrapped in, my fingers playing with the fringe.  I lifted my arm to my nose, inhaling her scent deeply, remembering the smell of her hair the one time I was able to get close to her.  She had looked so peaceful that night, sleeping soundly, not aware of my presence at all.  I had wanted so badly - so badly! - to touch her then.  But I couldn’t risk waking her.

Taking her jacket was the next best thing I could do to stay close to her, to keep smelling her sweet fragrance until I had her all for myself.

My cock was painfully swollen, and as I watched her walk down the street, I opened my pants, wrapping my cock in the fringe from her jacket until I shuddered, the release so much more pleasurable now that I could smell her.

Soon, Jett, soon.

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Colt and I spent the morning shopping in Phoenix.  I told Rex to take the morning off.  We had a few hours before we had to get back on the bus, and I was looking for another jacket like the one Sam had lost.  I was tempted to fire her for it, but Seth wouldn’t let me.  He told me to just buy another one, but he didn’t understand how hard it was to find a vintage jacket like that.  You didn’t just pop into any store and buy a leather fringed jacket.

It was nice, though, having Colt around.  He was easy to hang out with, even if he was just a little too serious for me.  I was determined to find a way to get him to loosen up a little, and since alcohol wasn’t an option, I was forced to find another way.  It was a challenge that I was actually enjoying.  

I had woken up before him this morning, in the early hours of dawn, and when I wandered out to the living room of the penthouse and saw him sleeping half naked on the couch, he took my breath away.  Just like he had when he first walked into my dressing room.  

Colt James had grown up.  No more lanky boy from our childhood, he was now a grown fucking man.  And how well he had grown, indeed!  

He was at least six three.  He had grown out his long blonde hair, and it framed his weathered, rugged, handsome face.  His blue eyes had a way of piercing my soul, and it was almost difficult to look at him. If it didn’t feel so fucking good to see him smiling down at me, I wouldn’t have been able to take it.  And those lips.  My, god!  Those thick, full, masculine lips.  It was crazy to think they were the first lips I had ever kissed, even if it had been an accident.

We were six and seven.  It was Field Day at our elementary school, and Colt and I had been paired up together.  

We barely knew each other back then.  He had been held back a year, and was in the same grade as me and Ciara. When they paired us up on the field, I was mortified.  Every girl in the class was paired up with a boy, to somehow make things seem fair.  It was embarrassing, as I wanted nothing to do with boys at that point.

Colt must have felt the same way, because when I walked up to him, he would barely look at me.

“Hey,” I said, holding two ropes the teacher had given me so we could participate in the three-legged race.

“Hey,” he replied, his eyes darting around.  He was so skinny, and his blue eyes looked sadder than anyone else in our class, even then.  

“So, I guess we have to tie our legs together?” I said, almost apologizing.  Neither of us would have thought to disobey our teachers or ask for another partner.  We were just helpless kids there to endure the cruelty of the people in charge of our lives.

“Yeah, I guess.  Here, let me have them,” he said, gesturing to the ropes.  I handed them to him, grateful he was taking charge.  “C’mere, stand over here.”

I stood next to him, while he leaned down and wrapped the ropes around our ankles and then again around our thighs.  When he straightened up, he almost lifted me off the ground.  He was a little taller than I was already.  

“Um, I think, you know…something’s wrong,” I said, my right leg dangling in the air, my left one barely reaching the ground as I leaned to my side.

He grunted, and leaned down again, adjusting the ropes.  When he tightened them a little too tight, I yelled.

“Ouch!” I said. 

“Don’t be a baby!” he said.  “If we don’t tie them tight, they’ll just fall down when we start running.”

“Okay,” I whispered.  

“C’mon,” he growled again, taking a step before I did, causing me to fall to the ground, bringing him down with me.  

“Watch out!” he said, as we tried to untangle ourselves and stand back up.  It seemed to take forever, but finally we were upright again.  “Now pay attention!”

I tried to focus, but this was the first time I had been this close to a boy, and it was making me feel funny.  He was so hot, his body radiating heat, and he slightly smelled like sweat.  It was gross, I decided, and I put my head down to watch our legs, so I could move at the same time that he did.

After a few circles around, we got the hang of it, and were walking pretty well together.  The only way to do it properly was to wrap our arms around each other’s waists, and move as one being.  I could feel his hip bones digging into my side with each step we took. 

We waited at the starting line and when the coach blew the whistle, we took off in a flash.  Colt was skinny, but we was strong.  For the most part, he carried me along, my limbs flailing like a puppet as I tried to keep up with his quick movements.  His stride was longer than mine, and after a few seconds, our rhythm was off, and I was pulling when he was pushing, and his leg was going forward while mine was still backwards.

The crowd was filled with teachers, students, and a few parent volunteers, and they cheered us on as we made our way past them.  

The finish line seemed so far away and I looked up for an instant to measure the distance, surprised to see it was actually approaching quickly.  I looked over our shoulder and saw everyone else behind us.  We were winning!

Unfortunately, the act of me looking backwards messed up our rhythm so badly that I stumbled, mere inches away from the finish line.  We both went down. By the time we got back up, two other couples had crossed the line.

Colt was pissed. I kept apologizing, but he ignored me, sulking.  

When it came time for the tether ball event, he was almost starting to forgive me, if only out of the hope that I would shut up.  

A huge crowd stood in a circle watching the matches.  When it was our turn, my hands started sweating.  I was nervous.  I had never liked tether ball, and had rarely played it.  I barely knew what to do.  I hated that the school forced us into doing stuff we didn’t like, for the sake of promoting ‘team spirit’.  It was team humiliation, as far as I was concerned.

Colt stood on one side of the pole and I stood on the other.  He looked at me, nodded and hit the ball hard.  It spun around the pole, the string almost hitting me in the head as it flew over me.  By the time it came around again, I jumped, attempting to hit it, but missing by a foot.  This happened time and again, until the one time I finally did hit it, and it flew back in Colt’s direction.  I surprised him, and that made me happy.  He hit it again, swinging it back my direction and I ducked to miss it hitting me in the head once more.  

Over and over, we repeated this pattern, getting nowhere.  I didn’t even understand how a winner was determined, but I assumed someone was keeping score or something somewhere.  I was confused, but since everyone was watching, and Colt looked so intent on playing well, and because I had felt so badly about ruining the race earlier, I kept going, mindlessly hitting the ball, running around the pole aimlessly as I tried to hit it.

Colt was a master, though.  He hit it every time, and it seemed that with each slap of the ball, he hit it harder and harder.  I was getting a little scared, and I panicked.  I kept flailing my body around, jumping up in the air, and not paying any attention to where I had traveled to.

Before I knew it, I was right next to Colt.  He didn’t see me, and he turned around fast to keep his eye on the ball, running right smack into me, our faces smashing together because I was in mid-jump.  Our lips touched, our noses touched, our foreheads smacked together painfully, and the crowd around us roared with laughter as we tumbled to the ground and landed hard on our butts.

Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds, disbelief registering on both of our faces, before we both turned bright red and jumped up and ran in opposite directions through the crowd.

The sound of laughter and taunting voices followed me as I ran into the school, locking myself in a stall in the girl’s bathroom, knowing something terrible had happened, but not understanding exactly why.

Colt didn’t look or talk to me for a year, but Ciara and I ended up getting much closer during the next school year, and he was forced to hang out with me.  Eventually, we became friends on our own, and after that, we pretended nothing ever happened, and never spoke about it again.