Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends (6 page)

“No, no, no.” Jett latches onto his back. And in moments he feels her sweet center tighten around his cock and then watches her face as she falls over the edge of ecstasy.

Kam’s right behind her, feeling his orgasm blossom. He sits back on his heels and pulls out right before he’s about to blow and begins stroking himself, closer and closer to the edge. Jett continues to cry but keeps her eyes on him, and within seconds he’s spilling onto her abdomen and grunting his pleasure.

“Thank you, Kam. Please never wear a condom again.”

And in that moment he knows he just made love for the first time in his life while staring into the eyes of his wife. There’s no other woman who would ever own him.

Kam places a tender kiss on Jett’s cheek and then hops from the couch, still holding his softening cock while his other hand catches their liquids falling from it. He walks into the bathroom, drawing a bath in Jett’s oversized tub, and then quickly cleans himself up before heading back into the living room to find her still lying on the couch in tears.

He picks her up, cradling her to his chest like a newborn. Knowing he’s said everything he needs to, he simply kisses her forehead. By the time the couple makes it back to the bathroom, plenty of water has filled the tub. He gently places her in the water and notices her tears still falling. He’s never felt so helpless. By making love to her, he thought he healed a piece of her, but did he just tear off a nasty, ugly scab to her past?

Kam turns to go back into the living room to double check her doors are locked and to grab his phone. This time he’ll keep his brothers up to speed.

“Oh my god.” Jett covers her mouth in horror.

“What?” He turns back to her.

“Your back.”

Kam looks in the mirror, peeking over his shoulder at the trail of nail marks and the blood beginning to dry on his skin.

“I am so sorry.”

He makes his way to the tub and kneels beside it. “If that’s what it took to get you to open up, then a few scratches are very much worth it.”

“What if it scars?”

“I’m pretty sure I never want to forget this moment.”

Kam forces himself to leave the bathroom before he gets lost in Jett again. His heart sinks when he sees the three new locks on the inside of her apartment door. Son of a bitch, how could he have been so self-absorbed? He checks his phone before walking back to the bathroom and quickly types out a text to his three brothers, asking for a meeting.

When he reenters the bathroom, Jett has her black hair bundled up in a pony high on her head, lying back with her arms stretched out on the tub. The water barely covers her nipples. She’s the picture of relaxed, and Kam tries to retreat before she notices him there.

“Join me?” Jett rolls her head to the side and meets his eyes.

Kam walks over and enters the tub. He straddles her body, and then pulls her back into his chest.

“Come with me to Denver.”

Jett places her hand back on his shoulder. “I can’t. He’ll find us.”

“Go to work, Jett, for these final five days. Do what you’ve been doing to avoid him. Activate your old number and let me handle it, please.”

“You won’t win.”

“Oh, baby, not only will I win, I’ll crush the fucker, but you have to promise to go with me to Denver.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby, just trust me.”

Jett sits up, forcing Kam’s arms away. He watches as she stands in the tub, baring her backside to him. For the first time, he notices tiny scars covering her back and ass. He’s seen this view so many times before and never paid them a lick of attention, but now it hurts him. She turns to face him, and Kam’s not sure what her next action will be. He tries to speak, but no words come out.

Jett lowers her body over his and straddles him.

“Make me forget again. Make me feel the way you used to. Just love me, Kam, that’s all I ask.”

His hands grab her ass as she settles on him, and they fit perfectly. Jett throws her head back and moans, staring up at the ceiling. This time Kam lets Jett set the pace for herself.

“I flipped my shit when I saw you enter that limo because I loved you, and I guess I’d never felt love until you and didn’t know how to cope.”

Jett keeps her face toward the ceiling, while tears roll down her cheeks onto her neck. Kam laps up every single escaped tear as a sign to Jett. In moments her hips are moving and the water is sloshing over the sides of the tub. The feeling is overwhelming and threatens to make him come in a matter of seconds.

He tries to process the situation and knows it won’t be easy pulling out of her since she’s on top and they’re in a tub. He has no problem fucking coming inside her and probably wouldn’t have thought twice about the action, but he pictures Eli and the turmoil he’s gone through and knows adding a baby to the mix wouldn’t be good.

Kam and Jett have way too much to settle up on before making babies.

“Baby, I’m going to come. You need to slow down.”

Jett reaches up and plucks both of her nipples and moans loudly. It’s a clear sign she refuses to get off him. Kam struggles to hold back his orgasm as he throws his head back and bites down on his bottom lip.

“I’ve been on birth control since I was fifteen.”

The words hit him like a ton of fucking bricks slamming into his chest. He looks up and continues to watch Jett. She doesn’t let her words affect her as she continues to ride him. It’s the pleasure on her face that brings him back from the edge. He holds on, but this time for her, waiting for her to come.

“Tell me when to go, baby.”

Jett picks up her pace, fucking his cock hard. She begins to slam down on him. More and more water sloshes over the side, and when she begins yelling out his name, he goes with her.

***

“Dax, we need to meet when you guys have a chance,” Kam whispers into his cellphone.

“What’s up?”

“We have a situation and need you guys’ help. Talk tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll meet you at Jett’s at ten. Kam, everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect. I just need backup.”

“We’ll be there.”

Kam hangs up the phone, tossing it to the nightstand, and cradles Jett with both arms. He inhales the scent of her freshly washed hair, mentally berating himself for fucking treating her the way he did. Her comment from the night before about doing up his fly haunts him. She fucking watched him fuck another woman, and all out of his own selfish need.

“You’ll never have to worry about your father again, Jett. The Sterling boys will make sure of that.”

He seals himself as close as possible to her, drowning in her scent as sleep overtakes him.

“Kam.”

“Kam.”

The voices in his head become louder and louder. It’s as if an earthquake shakes the bed and the room surrounding him. Her voice won’t turn off. Then a stinging slap lands across his face, waking him up.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles.

“Someone is knocking on the door.” Jett slaps his chest, bringing him up into a full sitting position.

Kam rolls out of bed and tries to gain ground and think straight.

“Kam.”

He stands and turns to see Jett, frightened and trembling naked underneath her sheet.

“Calm down, baby, it’s just my brothers. I added them to the list with Fred last night after you went to sleep.”

“Fuck.” Jett plops back down on the bed.

“Baby.” Kam places a light kiss on her lips. “Nobody is going to get you now.”

The pounding on the door increases.

“Fine, but you might want to get that before they beat that shit down.”

Kam chuckles and then slips on his jeans. He opens the door and finds all three of his brothers. Birdy peeks around Dax’s shoulder and smiles her toothy grin, holding up a bag of pastries. Kam opens the door a little more and allows them in.

“Where’s Chloe?”

“She’s coming up in a second. She’s feeding Martha.”

Kam gives Eli a worried glance.

“Steve is with them. Chloe’s fucking pissed at me, so I gave her some space.”

“Is Steve getting overtime for that job?” Kam clears the dining room table.

“I’ve been waiting for him to quit the job, the moods Chloe has been going through.”

“Eli, you were smart hiring security.” Cole reaches into the bag and pulls out a maple doughnut.

“I don’t think so, fucknut.” Kam reaches over and snatches the doughnut and stuffs half of it in his mouth.

“Motherfucker.” Cole whaps him upside the head.

“Morning, men.”

Kam smiles up at a very sexy and sleep-rumpled Jett. She slipped on his white V-neck t-shirt and pulled on some tight booty shorts. He’d do anything for that woman, and he’s about to prove it.

“Morning, sexy.”

Kam punches Cole in the gut for that comment, and the other two brothers laugh. Another light knocking on the door distracts everyone.

“It’s Chloe.” Birdy hops up. “I get the baby first.”

Eli wasn’t joking. Chloe was not in a good mood. The anger covering her face is clear as she walks in, grabs the bag of doughnuts, and asks Jett where her room is. Birdy scoops Martha from her arms, and the four girls walk down the hall. Kam follows them, peeking his head inside the room.

“You girls good in here for a while?”

Jett looks around at the other women and nods. “I think we’re good.”

“Wait.” Chloe jumps from the bed. “Did you two bump uglies in these sheets?”

“No, we did it on the couch and in the bathtub,” Jett points out.

“And up against that wall,” Kam adds.

“Thank god, that would just be wrong to sit on your sex-soaked sheets.”

Kam shakes his head at Chloe. He’s known her since grade school and knows she can turn into one mean alley cat. It’s clear lack of sleep and motherhood are taking a toll on her.

“I’m going to shut the door. Boys and I have business to discuss.”

“Kick Eli in the nuts for me. I swear I’m never having sex again.”

Birdy places a tender kiss on Martha’s forehead, swirling her hair around. “Why? It can’t be that bad being a momma.”

“No, I like that part. It’s the ripped vagina and aching boobs wearing on me.”

“And I’m leaving now.” Kam shuts the door, trying like hell to get the image of a ripped and bleeding vagina out of his mind.

Man, he feels for Eli and what he must be going through at home. When Kam returns to the living room, he sees Eli on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and his head thrown back with a throw pillow covering his face. Kam’s very tempted to go get Chloe and show her where Eli’s sitting. She’d for sure rip his ass for sitting on a couch he and Jett fucked on.

Dax is rummaging through Jett’s fridge since Chloe snatched the food. “Fuck, what does this girl eat? Steve, go find us food.”

“Eli, is that okay?” Steve, who is standing by the door, turns to Eli on the couch.

“He ain’t the fucking boss. If I say go get food, then you go.”

“Fuck, Dax, diva much? Go get food, Steve. I’m sure no one will fuck with Chloe today with the mood she’s in.”

Steve closes the door, and Kam wastes no time getting down to business. He’s a little relieved that Steve left. Fewer ears for what he’s about to say is the best.

“The night of my OD, I saw Jett get in a limo with what I had assumed was another man. It sent me over the edge.”

Eli sits straight up on the couch. “Why would it?”

“I had been MIA a lot before that due to being shacked up with her. She kept our relationship secret.” Kam stands and begins pacing. “Actually it wasn’t a real relationship. It was a fuck-fest.”

“You don’t have to do this, Kam. None of us hold anything against ya. Shit happens,” Cole says.

“I fucking hated her when I saw her at Made To Sin the other night. Like a hatred I’ve never felt, and soon I realized it was a broken heart trying to mend.”

“So you guys are a couple now? Get to the fucking point, bro.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dax, I am. I don’t want Jett to know that you guys know, but her dad runs an escort service, and she’s been forced to work for him since she was sixteen. He found her again, and that night she was going out on a job.” Kam watches his brothers as they digest the information. He knows firsthand it’s not an easy thing to do. “He wants her back and won’t take no for an answer. Before I knew any of this, I gave Jett lots of money. She’d never tell me what it was for, and I even bought drugs for her.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kam, have you lost your mind?” Cole is on his feet and in Kam’s face.

“They were all to pay her dad off, but I didn’t know that then.”

“I don’t fucking care. What about the club and our image if you’d been caught? I can see the headlines now. Sterling sleeping with a whore and buying drugs.”