An Owning Jett Bonus Scene

I recommend reading this short after finishing Owning Jett. Enjoy!

Locke

When Jett played his requesting pawn before reaching for his spelling pawn and tapping the letters D-I-C-K, I realized I was in over my head.

“You promised,” I reminded him before playing my negative pawn and following it up with a strong move with my contact bishop to get him refocused on the actual game.

“I promised I would be a diligent student. I’m simply demonstrating my prowess.”

I glanced at him without looking up from the game. His “prowess” was tenting his pants. Jett’s bare chest was golden brown from the week we’d already spent here at the villa, him lounging around in the sun trying to get me to play and me mostly ignoring him to finish up the critical contract renewal negotiations regarding Yokohama port access.

Now that it was done, we had several days to ourselves. I’d already told Minnie to run interference and let me have uninterrupted time with Jett. She’d been shocked.

“That was what I was going to tell you,” she’d sputtered. “To let me handle shit while you actually took a few days off.”

“Yes, well. Maybe I’m learning.”

She’d laughed.

I’d had Concetta arrange to move the Paxis table and chairs out of the secure storage room and place them in the game room so I could teach Jett the true game. The one the council played for global stakes.

But now that we were on our second game, he was losing focus.

He took his home rook and slid it into the same square as my king. “These two look good together,” he murmured. My heart thunked stupidly in my chest.

“You smell like sunscreen,” I murmured, feeling dizzy with the combined scents of coconut and Jett’s clean sweat. “I thought you were going to shower before we came in here?”

The edge of his lip curled up. “I was, but then you said not to put that fucking body wash on myself again because it was distracting.”

I glanced at him, noticing the smug look in his eyes. “Mpfh.” I glanced back at the board and tried to focus. “You should find a different kind.”

“It’s yours. Whenever I use yours instead of mine you get this funny look on your face.”

My stomach tightened with familiar need. How was it possible to still feel this insatiable need for him when I’d had Jett Marian every which way since arriving here a week ago? Hell, in the last few months of being together. Hadn’t my balls had enough? When would it end?

He shifted in his seat and reached for the waistband of his shorts. “Hot in here.”

I glanced at his face and saw the knowing twinkle. “You shit.”

His laugh made my chest expand, my agitation ease. My heart both race and settle.

“Naked Paxis, Johnny,” he said in a sultry voice. “It’s the next big thing.” He pushed the shorts down slowly, making a production of it.

“These are museum-quality chairs,” I reminded him. “We’re not fucking on them.”

He shook his head as he tossed his shorts over his shoulder and toyed with the edge of his underwear waistband. I blinked down at it, noticing absently that he was sitting on his T-shirt instead of the chair itself.

“Are you wearing a jock?”

Jett tilted his head, his hair still windblown and cheeks rosy from the sun. “You like it?”

I glanced back up at his eyes. “You were wearing that when we met.”

He nodded, the easy grin wide on his face. So familiar now. And mine.

“I was. It was my dirty trick, and it worked.”

“Except it baited the wrong fish,” I said with a laugh. He’d long-since told me about Ronald Gillen. About dancing in that club for several days in hopes of luring him into a private room to clone his phone.

About cloning mine. The little shit.

Jett’s eyes widened and his lashes dusted his face as he blinked innocently. “Did it?”

“Get over here,” I said, yanking him into my lap and moving my palms to the rounded muscles of his ass. By now the shape and feel of him was imprinted on my skin. 

“Are you going to do dirty things to me on your Paxis table?” he teased. “Because I could tell you exactly where to put your little horsey…”

I sucked a mark onto his neck in retaliation. “You’re ruining this game for me forever,” I warned with a grin.

“You can shove it deep into my rook, baby. My home rook.”

I groaned and leaned my forehead on his shoulder. “I changed my mind about this. About you. About all of it.” I turned to the doorway of the game room and raised my voice. “Concetta! Didn’t you say you had a lovely niece you wanted to set me up with?”

Jett grabbed his T-shirt and whisked it around himself, covering the jock in case she came in. She didn’t. Instead she muttered as she walked past the cracked door. “As if you will find better than Jett.”

His grin was smug and he did a little wiggle in celebration of her support. The movement of his sweet ass over my hardening dick was enough to put Paxis out of my mind completely.

“Bedroom,” I growled. “Now.”

Jett stood up and turned back to the table, leaning forward to lay my king down. “Check mate,” he said with a little too much smug satisfaction in his voice. “Distraction wins every time with you, babe.”

I wasn’t really listening though. Because he had deliberately leaned over the table in nothing but that damned jock, leaving his clean, pink hole visible.

Blood rushed to my cock. The memory of that first night at the Candy Bar swooping in to remind me of the first time I ever got hard for Jethro Davis.

Jett Marian.

Soon-to-be Jett Maris, if I had anything to say about it.

And, let’s be honest…

I did.