Of course that gets strait-laced Wirth’s attention, causing him to sit up in his lounge chair and peel off his sunglasses. “James as in one of the Aces biggest debtors, Sean James?” he asks.
“Yep, that’s the one,” Fiasco tells him before I can stop him.
“How does the lifeguard know James?” Wirth asks.
“He’s her sister,” Fiasco replies, causing us all to turn to stare at him.
“What he meant is that Jetta is Sean’s sister,” I explain. “I didn’t know that when I fucked her. I didn’t even know her name until the second time we fucked.”
“Malcolm’s going to be pissed if you’re going easy on James because you want his sister,” Wirth warns.
“I’m not going easy on him!” I exclaim.
“Yeah, Dev told James this morning he has a week to get us half of what he owes.”
“I smell trouble,” Silas says he trades a look with Wirth who adds, “Me too. Women are nothing but trouble.”
“Best not to catch any feelings,” Silas tells me. “That’s why I don’t even look at a woman’s face when I’m inside them. Just fill them up and get out of there.”
“That’s…incredibly fucked up,” I tell him. I knew the dude was colder than an iceberg but Jesus.
I didn’t convince my boys to come with me to a waterpark so I can see a girl because I’ve caught feelings, did I?
No. That’s insane.
I had fun fucking Jetta and just want us to do it again – like a million more times and in my bed, without a creepy ass rock star participating or watching.
Jetta
* * *
“Why did you tell Devlin where I worked if you didn’t want me to see him again?” I ask my brother that night when I get home.
“He likes you,” Sean says. “The least you can do is screw him a few times, so he’ll lay off of me.”
“I am not going to go out with a guy to help you pay off your debt!” I tell him, not even touching the trading sex for money part of his statement.
“You don’t understand, Jetta. These guys are dangerous.”
“No kidding,” I mutter. “They really know how to clear out the waterpark.”
“Dev didn’t show up alone?” Sean asks.
“Ah, no, he came with three other big, tattooed guys.”
“Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t think he would bring the whole crew to the park,” he apologizes.
“Hopefully he won’t come back again either because I need this job. You could at least warn me if you’re going to give people information about me!”
“Sorry,” he says again. “I’m just so stressed out, working my ass off and still only able to come up with a few hundred, which doesn’t even make a dent in what they say I owe them.”
I notice his phrasing, and how he still hasn’t admitted he owes them money or why he owes them, like the Dirty Aces have made the whole thing up.
Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t.
But later that night, when I’m in bed, I debate whether or not I should contact Dev to see if I can help Sean. Finally, I decide to send him a text message.
Come by the house in the morning and I’ll give you $200 toward what Sean owes if you’ll leave him alone for the rest of the week.
The three dots appear, and then there’s an instantaneous response from Devlin.
Deal, baby. Tell me what time you want me to come over.
I type back, Nine a.m. before I have to go to work.
I’ll be there at 8:59 a.m. Until then… Devlin responds before a picture of his dick pops up. This time, his member is wearing a tiny blue tie and looking so formal, like it’s going to a job interview.
Oh crap! Am I the interview? Does he think I was asking him to come over for something else and using the money Sean owes as an excuse?
No. That’s ridiculous.
But still, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m making a mistake asking him to come over at a time when I know Sean won’t be here to babysit. Which is kind of the point, though. I don’t want Dev and Sean in the same room together because that’s when guns and fists apparently come out.
I just have to figure out how to help pay off Sean’s debt so that the Dirty Aces will leave my brother alone once and for all.
The next morning, I’m showered, dressed in a tank top and denim shorts covering my required company bathing suit, and ready with my hair braided before the doorbell even rings. My stupid heart is all worked up, but I tell myself I’m just nervous before I open the door with his cash wadded up in my other hand.
“Here,” I say, holding the money out for Devlin to take and trying hard not to glance up at his handsome face.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asks when he pushes the door open and marches right past me into the apartment.
“This isn’t a social call,” I remind him. “I’m giving you money you claim my brother owes, so take it and leave. I have to be at work in an hour.”
Spinning around to face me, Devlin grins and says, “An hour is plenty of time. You know how fast I can make your legs shake…”
“No!” I yell at him. “Just take the money and go!”
“Make out with me for half an hour and I’ll let you keep your cash and I won’t hurt Sean for a week,” he says in a rush.
“What? No way. I don’t negotiate with terrorists!” Storming up to him, I shove the cash into his jean pocket. While my fingers are stuck in the tight pocket, Devlin grabs the side of my face to tilt it up, and then the jerk kisses me!
The worst part?
I not only part my lips to allow his tongue entry, I stupidly kiss him back.
He tastes so good. I know I should stop, but I can’t seem to peel my lips away from his yet.
Soon. I will soon. Just a little bit longer.
Oh god, Dev’s getting turned on too. How do I know? Well, his dick is long and hard pressing against my thigh. It would be so easy to yank his zipper down and let him fuck me against the wall before I have to leave for work. He’s right. I bet he could make me come at least three times in an hour, and it would feel so damn good…
Chapter Thirteen
Devlin
* * *
I fucking knew it!
Jetta wants me even though she doesn’t want to want me. But her prodding tongue doesn’t lie, and neither do her hard tips poking me in the chest through both layers of our clothes.
And while she’s good and distracted, I remove the wad of cash she shoved into my pocket and gently cram it into the back of her denim shorts while acting like I’m just grabbing her ass. I’m also grabbing her ass too, though, so it’s a genius plan.
She’s grinding her pussy on my thigh, her palms rubbing my chest one second, and the next she’s pushing me away.
“No, no, no!” she gasps. “Leave me alone, Dev!”
“Nice! We’re at that familiar stage when we use abbreviated names for each other,” I remark while catching my breath. “Should I call you Jet, or do you prefer baby?”