Chapter 52
Chapter fifty-two
Jett
She knows exactly what the hell she's doing.
Damn, does she ever.
Izzy sways effortlessly to the beat, and every part of my body stiffens. Especially my cock. I can't look away.
"So, by the looks of it, your plan to make her jealous has backfired," Kandice chimes in, diverting my attention away from Izzy on the dance floor. "Seems to me she doesn't give a shit that you're talking to me. I'll give it to her, though. The girl has moves."
Kandice and I graduated from high school together and have always been friends. She's married to Taylor, one of the guys who works on the ranch. When I first walked up to her, I discreetly asked her to pretend to flirt with me to help get under Izzy's skin.
It was a childish plan, but I had to get her attention at any cost if she wouldn't talk to me.
The goal was that she'd get jealous and barge over after I called Kandice 'Beauty,' the nickname I have only ever called Izzy, and demand to talk to me.
Obviously, my plan went south faster than a hot knife through butter when she instead threw back whiskey like she had an iron stomach. I know for a fact she does not.
"Yeah, she sure does," I say, looking back toward the dance floor, trying to spot Izzy but coming up short.
"Where the—"
"Oh," Kandice laughs. "Yeah, your master plan has definitely failed. She's out there, look harder."
It's then that I see her—with three guys crowded around.
None of them are touching her yet, but all are admiring her hips rolling perfectly to the rhythm.
Izzy's dancing is the equivalent of a master painter with a paintbrush.
She knows exactly what the fuck she's doing, and she does it well.
Her body is like a weapon when she's in the right headspace, and damn me if I'm not a willing target.
I watch intently for a bit, my eyes never losing sight of her.
After a while, her eyes find mine across the room, and there's something playful there that lingers in her gaze—something challenging. This isn’t surprising; the woman has always challenged me.
Her eyes hold mine as she backs up slowly, purposefully angling her ass onto the crotch of the guy standing eagerly behind her.
He's a willing participant as his hand drifts to her hips, pulling her even closer while she grinds on him.
"Fuck this!" I shout louder than intended, pulling away from Kandice and quickly storming over to the dance floor.
I make it to Izzy, and she's all too proud of herself as she bends her knees, drops to the floor, then slowly rises seductively, her ass still against the guy's crotch. She flashes me a sinister smile, one that says ‘I win,’ and I couldn't give a flying fuck.
His hands are back on her, and I see nothing but red.
"Take your hands off of her and back the fuck up," I threaten in a low growl, loud enough he can clearly hear me.
The dipshit's hands fall away from her instantly just as his eyes look up, taking me in and sizing me up. His friends take a step closer to me, but I remain unfazed and unconcerned.
"Bro, I didn't know she was with anyone. She didn't act—"
"I am not with him," Izzy interrupts, her face showing every ounce of satisfaction, but also anger. Her eyes flash to mine, and if looks could kill, let's just say I'd be a fucking dead man.
The guys all back away, obviously not wanting to be involved in this shit show.
Smart.
Here I am, left standing toe-to-toe with little Miss Five Foot Nothing, who’s the biggest firecracker I've ever met. This is about to get really good. The feisty, no-shits-given, says-what-she-wants-to, won't-back-down, side of her that drives me fucking wild.
"What the fuck was that?" she demands as she steps up to me and slaps at my chest.
"I'd like to ask you the same damn thing," I say, sternly, grabbing her arm firmly and pulling her off the dance floor and away from the crowd around us.
"Oh, you can flirt with Bimbo Barbie over there, but I can't have fun?"
I can't help but laugh. "You know, jealousy is kinda cute on you, Beauty.
" Then I lean in and whisper directly into her ear as the corners of my mouth curl up into a smile, "And, if I remember correctly, you're the one in the relationship.
Right? I'm the one who’s allowed to have fun. Still single."
She gulps audibly, and a brief flash of sadness overtakes her features, but it doesn't last. Before I know it, the feisty side is right back. This is a war she isn't backing down from.
She scoffs, annoyed. "I don't get jealous. I leave that job to the Beasts. Did you not see yourself just now? Who are you to get jealous?" Our eyes meet briefly, and I can feel our constant spark of electricity that's always been there with us flicker a little brighter than usual.
"I'll always be jealous when it comes to you," I sigh.
"You wouldn't talk to me. Kandice, AKA Bimbo Barbie, is a friend.
I asked her to put on that show to get to you.
" Leaning in even closer, I whisper directly into her ear again, "But let me be clear.
If you want to drink, you fucking drink up, baby.
You want to dance, you do you. But that sweet little pussy and perfectly round ass stay untouched.
The next guy to lay their hands on you won't be warned. "
"Jett, you have no right. I'm dating—"
"Give it up, Iz. I know you guys broke up," I interject.
Her face falls instantly. "Who told you?" Her voice is small, not argumentative.
"You did when you lied to me about him being at work. You should know by now that you can't lie to me. I see right through that shit. Always have. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. He and Ander work the same schedule. If Ander’s off, he’s off."
“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath. Her eyes flash to the ground as if she's embarrassed.
I reach my hand out, cupping her chin and angling her face to force her to look at me again. "So, I'll repeat what I said. If you need to fucking dry hump someone tonight, anyone, it will be me."
"I'm not yours, Jett," she says firmly, but I see her resolve fading behind her defenses.
I let out a soft laugh that doesn't hold any humor. "Beauty, you've always been mine. You will always be mine. Sooner or later, you're going to realize that."
With that, I turn and walk away.
Making it to the table, interrupting Via and Ander's love fest, I set my phone down on the table and sink into a chair. I glance back over at Izzy. She's still standing off in the corner, trying to collect herself.
Fuck, I wish things with her were simpler. I wish she didn't fight me at every turn, but in the same sense, if so, then she wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with. When I fell for her, I fell for all of her. Exactly for who and what she is.
Pulling me from my daze, my phone vibrates on the table.
Unknown:
That was a nice show. Now we know your weak spot. Your girl sure is beautiful. I bet she would be worth a lot to you. Get my money, or it’ll be her instead.
Fuck. Me.