Keanna
As I watch Jett and his team be interviewed on a national TV show, I find myself becoming just as obsessed and giddy as his many adoring fans. It’s one thing to watch him on TV, but it’s another to watch it being filmed. I’d be terrified to be in front of the cameras that huge, but Jett takes it all in stride. He doesn’t seem nervous at all.
Everyone in the room has to be extra quiet and they’ve warned everyone to keep their phones off and their mouths shut. I stand very still, not wanting to accidently trip over something and make a noise that would ruin the filming.
Jett looks so cute in his Santa hat, and although all the guys on Team Loco are handsome, muscular, and talented, mine is the best one.
I watch him answer questions and chat with the guys, and I know all of the people who will watch this at home will fall even more in love with Jett when they see it. He’s so charming and sweet and his smile makes me melt.
Eventually, the show is over and my boyfriend is free to leave that blue couch. He walks right up to me and kisses me on the lips. I wrap my arms around him and breathe in his scent.
“Hey lovebirds,” Zach says, smacking Jett on the arm. “We’re all going to the bar for a drink. Want to come?”
Jett gives me a questioning look. “What do you think?”
I shrug one shoulder. I don’t really want to go, but if he wants to, then I will too.
“Nah, we’re good,” Jett says, reading my mind. He tells everyone goodbye and then walks me out to my dad’s truck, which I’d accidentally parked across the entire lot from where Jett’s truck is parked.
“I wish we could ride home together,” I say with a pout that turns into a shiver because it’s cold out here.
“Me too,” Jett says, rubbing his hands up and down my arms to warm me up. “It’s only an hour drive, and then you’re all mine.”
I can’t help but grin. “Promise?”
His gaze turns so sexy that I almost melt despite the cold. “Promise,” he says, pulling me in for another kiss.
***
I follow Jett’s taillights and I jam out to some upbeat music to keep me awake. Eventually, we get home and I leave my dad’s truck in our driveway then I run over to Jett’s house, shivering from the cold.
He answers the door in his boxers.
“Wow, you undress quickly,” I say, poking him in the stomach.
He grins. “I was putting on pajamas.” He gives me a look over. I’m still in the clothes I wore to the hotel because I didn’t think to change. “You’re staying over, right?”
“If you want me to,” I say, poking him in the stomach again.
“I always want you to stay,” he says, sliding an arm around my waist. “But when the house is empty, it means we can make as much noise as we want. So…you better be staying tonight.”
“You know I’m not a loud love maker,” I say, rolling my eyes.
Jett grabs my hips and tugs me against him to where I can feel the boner beneath his boxers pressing into me. “That doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying,” he whispers against my neck.
I close my eyes, the touch of his lips against my skin sending a shiver down my spine.
Then I grin. “I’ll race you to your room.”
I shove him out of my way and run through the kitchen and up the stairs, knowing he’s right on my heels. I grab the banister at the top of the second floor and swing around, dashing down the hallway to his bedroom.
I make it inside just half a second before Jett does. “I win!” I say, throwing my hands in the air. I’m panting from running so hard, but I won, and that’s all that matters.
Jett laughs and closes his door behind us. “You won because you cheated,” he says, kissing me on the head as he walks over to his futon. He grabs a pair of flannel pajama pants and starts to put them on.
“Wait,” I say, reaching out for them. I toss them across the room and they land in the corner. “You won’t be needing more clothes tonight. Just less clothes.”
I lift up my shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the floor. Jett’s eyes widen, a smirk appearing on his lips as I pull off my jeans and kick them to the side, too. Now I’m in a pink bra and black underwear.
“Should I keep going?” I ask, taking a step backward toward his bed.
He nods slowly. “You should definitely keep going.”
“You first,” I say.
He pulls off his shirt with one hand and in the time it takes me to blink, he’s now wearing just his boxers. I unhook my bra and let it slide down my shoulders and fall to the floor. Jett hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers.
I turn and pull down the covers of Jett’s nicely made bed and slide underneath them. “Hurry up, I’m getting cold.”
The lights turn off and I smell Jett’s cologne as he slides into bed next to me. I feel his hand, warm and calloused, as it grabs my thigh and tugs me closer. I reach out in the near darkness and touch his chest, feeling over the muscles he’s worked so hard to get.
Goosebumps trail down my skin as Jett’s hand slides up my thigh, then his fingers wrap around my panties and tug them off. I wiggle my feet to kick them down and to the bottom of the bed.
I reach for his boxers but feel only his erection. “When did you get naked?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I am really fast.”
And then his mouth is on mine, kissing me soft and so slowly it makes me want to beg for more. He lowers his body on top of mine, his hands feeling over the curves of my chest, and then down to my butt where he moves me into position. I scratch my nails down his back and hold onto him as he grinds against me, my heart pounding with excitement. “This is way better than drinks at a hotel bar,” I whisper against his chest.
He moans softly as he slides into me. “Yeah, baby. It is.”
***
In the morning, I wake up to the smell of coffee. I open my eyes and see Jett looking hot as hell in his pajama pants and no shirt. He holds out a cup of coffee for me. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“You had time to make coffee?” I ask, sitting up against his headboard. “And I didn’t wake up?”
“You were passed out.” He chuckles and sips from his mug. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re ravished by a sex god the night before.”
I grin. “There was a sex god here? I don’t even remember that.”
Jett puts a hand to his chest. “Oh come on now! Rude!”
“Oooh,” I say sarcastically. “You’re the sex god. I get it now.”
He rolls his eyes and sits next to me. We drink our coffee and watch some television until it’s time to head to the airport. The place is just as busy as it was yesterday, and Jett and I hold hands as we make our way through all the people and to our terminal. I’m glad I let my parents take the suitcase with my ski clothes in them yesterday because now I just have my carry-on bag and it’s hard keeping track of it with how many people are around here.
Still, I’m getting really excited for this vacation. Even though I’m not the biggest fan of cold weather, staying at a fancy resort with my family in the beautiful Colorado mountains will be amazing. Plus, we’ll get to spend Christmas morning together, one huge family of Jett’s parents and mine.
We make it past security and get on the plane, and my coffee isn’t helping much because I’m still tired. I probably shouldn’t have stayed awake until three in the morning with Jett last night. We get a row to ourselves and I lean against Jett’s arm as I turn on my Kindle and open an eBook to read. It’s a four hour flight and I have the perfect book for the occasion.
“I’m getting excited for the trip,” I say as the plane starts to take off.
“Me too,” he says. “I liked the challenge of getting small gifts for everyone.”
We’d all agreed to buy small gifts for each other so they can fit in our luggage. The only exceptions are with my little brother and Jett’s baby sister, who have a ton of big toys waiting for them under the Christmas tree at home.
“I got you something awesome,” I say, nudging his shoulder.
“It’s not as awesome as what I got you,” he says back, sticking out his tongue.
“How do you know that?” I’ve been very secretive about my shopping so he has no idea what he’s getting.
He shrugs and gives me this arrogant smirk. “Because I’m awesome.”
I roll my eyes and open my eBook. Jett puts in his headphones and plays a game on his phone. Before long, I’m totally into my book, and yet it feels like the plane is slowing down. I check the time. It’s only been an hour.
I look over at Jett. “Does it feel like we’re slowing down?”
He frowns and checks the time on his phone. “Weird.”
The speakers overhead crackle to life. “Attention passengers. This is your captain speaking. I have some unfortunate news. We will be making a stop at the Dallas airport due to weather conditions in Colorado.”