Jett barks out a laugh. “Smoke and Stack? No bloody way. Ihave their triplet. Swear it. Tell me you like giant men who don't say much until they start singing like Marvin Gaye and Bruno Mars had a baby?”
She's redder than a lobster now, her head nodding at the speed of light. Isnort.
“Oh Kel baby, please tell me you're not married to living in London. All you need to do is hop on a plane, doll face, I’d have your life made. You know how happy that'd make us?” He glances my way and my head tingles. The way he would do anything to make me happy, even take up a second job as a matchmaker. Sigh.
“Let me just…” Kel taps at her phone, “look up flights now!”
I'm on cloud nine just thinking about the idea but Idon’t miss how Jett instantly stiffens when the car in front of us stops, letting out Ace and a few others. Even though I’ve known Jett for eight years, there are still plenty of things he does that makemeblush. The main one right now ishow fucking overprotective Jett is of me when Ace is in the room.
Or in this case, basicallyoutside, because this castle isn’t really standing well, from what Ican see. I’m not sure how much of theinsideis left. Lush green lawn surrounds the bleached-out, crumbling stone structure from the 1300s. It’s about as mystical as an ancient, mostly ruined Castle can possibly be, and yet Ace’s presence is about to suck all the magic out of it.
Jett not wanting Ace anywhere near me is far from a secret; like the entire cast and crew know, it’s that obvious. Ilove how his black-lab boyfriend presence, as in a black cat/black lab/golden retriever boyfriend hybrid, makes everyone around me just a little on edge.
Jett is kind and personable. Jett is playful and sweet and cute. But not around Ace Archer, and the way he stands like a bouncer in all black likehis hair with black shades on, crossing his arms with a slight pout – and a devastating flex of his biceps and triceps – just ruins my panties every time.
Jett helps me out of the car and then Kel.
“How do Ilook?” Iask her. She whips out some gloss and highlighter and after a little application proclaims I’m photo ready. She gives me an air kiss before sneaking off to go touch up the others.
Jett takes our autumn leather jackets, not to be confused with our summer ones, out of the car and slams the door closed. He helps me into mine and shrugs into his. His eyes dance over me, noting the contrast of tough black leather over the sophisticated burgundy satin dress that hugs every curve.
“Aren’t you going to ask me? The answer will be quite different,” he says, hands on my hips.
My lips quirk into a smile, “How do Ilook, Jett?”
He shakes his head, eyes darkening. He yanks my hips so I’m flush against him, lowering his voice to that gravely, desperate level that sends heat sliding down my spine. “No, Baby. Not Jett. Not anymore.”
My glossy lips hover just above his ear, “How do Ilook,sir?”
“You look like the devil designed you with me in mind. You’re the most gorgeous fucking creature that has ever walked the earth, and your beauty has ruined every other woman for me. You’re so beautiful, Matilda. You don’t understand the way everyone else pales in comparison, just one of so many reasons Iplan to make you my fuckin’ wife, Baby.”
My hands shake as Ipress them to Jett’s chest, and the scent of leather, his dark, musky cologne, his hungry eyes, and his sweet words make my head float heavenward. Iwant to kiss him, Iwant him to fuck me against this crumbling castle, Iwant to be the only two people here. But we’re most definitelynot,and the photographer whistles for Jett and me to break it up and join the group.
He threads his fingers through mine, and we start to walk over.
“Do Ihave rockstar wife vibes right now?”
“Shit, Baby, that’s an understatement. You belong on stage with me, or stage left, with thatvery important princessbadge strung around your neck. Not here with these losers, save for Kel.” He looks around and sighs. “I wish tohave you all to myself here, babe, should Iarrange that?” his husky whisper low in my ear, “Tonight. Alone? Look at all the places you could hide from me. But I’d still find you.”
I gasp as my nipples harden and desire instantly soaks through my thong. My cheeks flush, and Iworry about the state of the satin dress, and Jett arches an eyebrow. One look at my reaction is all he needs.
“Oh, well that’s a fuckingyes.”
Chapter 33
Maddy
Honestly, Ican’t believe that Ithought Ace was romantic when we were together because he would put out a blanket on the living room floor of our flat and make a little picnic with Yorkshire puddings he’d make for us. Not that it wasn’t cute, itwas,but poor Ace. What romantic gestures hediddo still pale in comparison to what Jett has planned for me tonight, something Ididn’t even think was possible.
I am sitting at a table for two, but this is not a restaurant, and we’re not inside. Where are we? Well, it’s a runner-up to being one of the seven wonders of the world, and I’m not just being dramatic this time.
The table for two is at Stonehenge.Thefucking Stonehenge, and somehow Jett convinced them to let us have a catered dinner after tourist hours, right in front of it as the sun begins to set. The fading light bathes the ancient stones, and Igasp as the muted sun shines straight through the clouds and between the rocks. Ihave toured this marvel as a child and again as a teen, but it has never felt as magical as it does with Jett here. We swapped our leather for thick peacoats, and our server lit candles and iced the champagne. He served us our first course and immediately disappeared into his catering truck to give us privacy. He was just adorable.
I try to focus on the incredible present and not the very near prospect of what will happen tonight when we have the Old Wardour to ourselves, but an anticipatory chill wracks through me anyway.
Jett pours the bubbles into my glass and proposes a toast, “Just wanted to say how proud Iam of us, Baby, for being so busy and working sohard to get our way to the top, while still being together, pretty much all the time. No one thought we could do it, but Ithink we’re absolutely killing it at this wholebeing in lovething.”
I clink my glass to his. “We’re like, really fucking good at it.” Igrin and sip.No, no, no, Itell my brain, don’t even think about the dreaded season three call and how your heart will feel like it’s in the blender on the puree setting when you’re stuck filming and Jett’s on stage in Tokyo, Paris, Rio …
