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“Jett, you we can’t do this here.”
A stifled moan comes crawling from my throat, and I remove a hand from the rack to cover my mouth.
“Hands on the bar,” he demands.
“Jett,” I whine.
“I do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want, to what’s mine.”
I look down just in time for his tongue to make direct contact right at my entrance.
“God—”
“Fix the name or I’ll stop.”
“Jett, please,” I plead, needing him to keep doing whatever the fuck he’s doing.
Lapping at my entrance, Jett moves swiftly to my clit and back with the most agonizing precision. Popping his plump lips from my pussy, he trades them for his fingers.
His fucking ungodly talented fingers.
“You think you can come in the next three minutes.”
“I-I don’t know,” I whimper, praying my body betrays me and I get more time in here with him, even though the tightening at the bottom of my stomach tells me I might not even have three minutes.
“Please, baby, I need it,” he whimpers.
Jett Parker is on his knees, all six-three of him, whimpering because he needs me to come.
What the fuck is my life?
“Jett, don’t do that,” I cry, panicked that my heart is threatening to become one with my pussy.
“What, baby, can’t a man beg for his lady?”
And that sends me.
My head falls back as my hands remain attached to the rack, all while Jett’s tongue chases my tumbling orgasm, not missing a single drop he just begged for. His moans vibrate against my sensitive center as he keeps licking and sucking until my body stills, and as one final whimper slips from my lips, Jett finally rises.
Kissing the top of my head, he reaches for my clothes on the sink, holding them out for me, but not letting go before saying.
“Just as flushed as I want you. If anyone asks why we’re leaving, your stomach is upset. I need more of you, and I won’t wait a moment longer.”
CHAPTER 41
JETT
“I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well, Fia. Come back and hang with Sienna whenever you’d like. Our door is always open.”
“So nice to meet you, honey,” my mom says politely from the other side, with Dad right by her side.
As Duke and Sienna give concerned smiles, they walk us to the door, and part of me thinks about staying longer. Seeing Fia with my family was something I didn’t think I needed to see. It was magical, memorable, and a gentle reminder that with anyone else, it will never feel this good. She fits perfectly with us, I let my hand fall to the small of Fia’s back to guide her closer to the exit.
A fake cough rustles from her throat, and her friend scrunches a wavering eyebrow. Their nonverbal communication is impossible to read, but none of it matters. I just need to get us out of here.
I have to have her to myself.
Through a small nod, I smile and wave goodbye to my brothers.
