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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?
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