Jetta.
The woman keeps me on my toes. Just when I think I’m making progress tearing down her concrete walls, she kicks me out and builds them back up around her.
I get that she doesn’t yet trust me. How could she when she saw me slapping her brother around and holding a gun on him?
That’s not a great second impression or a side of me I ever wanted her to see. But it is who I am, so she has to either take the good with the bad or tell me to fuck off.
I really don’t want her to tell me to fuck off, though.
Speak of the devil, I’ve just finished my microwaved country fried steak when my phone dings with a text from Jetta.
No, it’s not a text message. It’s a photo. An incredibly hot, topless photo of her followed by a reminder that she’ll see me tomorrow morning and to make sure Sean’s truck has left before I come up.
God, she’s gorgeous.
I don’t get why she’s so adamant about keeping what we’re doing from her brother, but I’m down if it means I finally get to spend some naked time with her.
Today was absolutely amazing getting to taste her and make her come. But it would’ve been nice to get some relief of my own.
I refuse to even tug on my dick tonight, preferring to wait for the real thing tomorrow. Nothing and no one is going to stop me from finally getting inside of Jetta again.
Chapter Eighteen
Jetta
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I’m up bright and early, filled with anticipation for Devlin’s visit. In fact, I’m in such a great mood that I decide to cover the blonde dye with red because I’m feeling so sexy and confident thanks to Dev that I decide to try a new, wild color. Sure, the bright red may clash with my bikini, but who cares?
I’ve just finished drying my new Ariel hair when the doorbell rings.
Not bothering to put on any clothes because there’s no sense pretending this is more than a morning booty call, I check the peephole to make sure it’s Devlin before opening it in the nude.
“Hi,” I eventually say when he just stands on the other side in his jeans, sleeveless tank and leather cut silently with his jaw gaping. “Do you want to come in or what?”
Instead of responding with words, Dev lurches forward, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder so fast the wind is momentarily knocked out of my lungs. I barely register the front door shutting and locking before he’s striding down the hall and tossing me on my bed.
Still without speaking, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans to pull out his long, thick shaft. Devlin has a beautiful cock, but the fact that he’s so hard for me turns me on even more.
When he puts a knee on the bed to mount me while still fully clothed, I prop myself up on my elbows and tell him, “Not so fast. Get naked before you get in my bed.”
Devlin groans, the first sound he’s made all morning so far, before he finally removes his cut and yanks his tank over his head and off.
“That’s better,” I tell him. “Pants too.”
“You’re torturing me,” Dev says through gritted teeth as he takes off his shoes and shucks his pants.
“Torturing you?” I repeat.
“Making me wait even longer to get inside of you after yesterday.”
“Oh, you mean when you wouldn’t let me spread my legs while you were teasing me with your tongue?”
Grinning he says, “Yeah, that. At least I let you finish while I got sent away with blue balls for the rest of the night.” Finally naked, he climbs up on the bed and hovers above me, letting just his cock brush over my mound but not touching me anywhere else. “Is that why you sent that topless photo? To make me hurt even more?”
“You didn’t use it to provide your own…relief?” I ask curiously. I enjoyed the thought of Devlin being so aroused, he had to jerk off to the photo. That was the reason I sent the picture!
“No,” he responds, which is more than a little disappointing. “I wanted to wait and be satisfied by the real thing.” He rocks forward and back, letting his cock bang around on my lower body.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask him. “Put on a condom and get inside of me.”
Devlin freezes before he says, “Oh fuck. I think I’m out of condoms.”
“You’re joking, right? Teasing me again?” I ask.
“No. Fuck!” he exclaims before he slides off of me and stands up at the foot of the bed to riffle through his jean pockets and then his wallet.
“You’re serious? Why would you come over here without a rubber since the sole purpose was to fuck me, preferably more than once before I have to go to work?”
“More than once?” Dev asks with his brows lifted. “Hell yes.”
“Not without a condom!” I huff. “What kind of playboy are you? You do use protection with all the girls you mess around with, right?”
“Of course, yeah,” he answers. “It’s just, I haven’t needed any in a while. Not since the night of the concert…”
“Really? You haven’t been with anyone else since then?” I ask, sitting up with my back against the headboard and pulling my knees to my chest. “Too bad I don’t have a lie detector test since that’s the only way I would ever believe that bologna.”
“It’s true. Who could ever live up to the purple-haired girl who let me fuck her in the front row of the Wasteland Authority concert?”
“Or after on the tour bus…” I add.
“Let’s not go there,” Dev mutters with a shake of his head. “I have mixed memories and feelings about the tour bus.”
“Agreed,” I reply since that night was hot and crazy but also a little overwhelming. “I bet my brother has some condoms. Want to go check his room?” I suggest. There’s no way I’m letting Devlin leave the apartment without finishing inside of me!
“Fuck yes. I’ll be right back,” he says before he grabs a shirt to cover his dick before leaving the room on a mission for rubbers.
Devlin
* * *
Sean’s room is thankfully right next door to Jetta’s.
I still can’t believe I came over here empty-handed. This is what this woman does to me. She makes me forget the important shit, because all I can think about is how fucking sexy she is and how good it feels to be with her.
Please let Sean have a big box of condoms. If so, I swear I’ll never say another bad word about the piece of shit.
My first stop is to the two-drawer table next to the bed, the location where every man has a stash. I open the top drawer, expecting to find lube and condoms. Both of those are in there, along with a box of tissues, yuck, but there’s also a fucking Glock.
Using my cock covering t-shirt, I pick the firearm up with the cloth to avoid leaving fingerprints and then pop the clip to see if it’s loaded. And fuck me, it is.
When I put it back down in the drawer, I also find two IOU’s signed by the meanest, craziest son of a bitch in town – Harold Cox.
Jetta may have settled up Sean’s debt to the Dirty Aces, but I have a feeling he’s getting in deep with Cox and no telling who else.