“What’d you do?”
In brief detail Jett tells me about it. I listen with the returning sense that this guy is too good for me. I don’t deserve him. I know that as much as I know my own name. And it isn’t Sunshine, no matter what he sees.
“I knew he wouldn’t thank me or anything,” Jett finishes, pulling me up for a kiss. “And he didn’t.”
“How long has it been since you’ve seen him,”
Jett thinks about it a second. “Four years.”
“Your brothers, too!?”
“Nah. I see them every few months or so. The longest I didn’t was six months. Our house – not my brothers…the Ciphers’ House – it’s outside New Orleans. Really beautiful and peaceful there. South Vacherie, Louisiana. I hope you get a chance to see it.”
I bite my lips and watch him look at me.
He smiles. “You look so fuckin’ scared sometimes, Sunshine. It’s pretty funny.”
I dryly shoot back, “Oh yeah, it’s hilarious.”
He laughs and adjusts his gorgeous body, bending his knee and pulling me closer. We claim each other’s mouths in a deep kiss that we feel everywhere. It’s long and slow and never picks up speed. His cock fills up and presses against my thigh and I moan into his lips at the welcome feeling.
He smiles when we separate and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his whole life.
I’ve never cared what a man thought about my looks, but when Jett gazes at me like this, it’s a little bewitching — I forget anything exists besides us.
He’s locked on me like he’s made for me or something.
“JETT!” Tonk shouts through the door as he bangs on it with his fist. “JETT!!”
We rise up with a start. “YEAH?” he calls back, jumping off the bed. “Somethin’s wrong,” he mutters to me.
“SHE’S IN LABOR, JETT. HOLY FUCK – GET OUT HERE! I’M FUCKIN’ TERRIFIED!”
We rush to put our clothes on and Jett swears at his erection, “Shit, go down!” shoving it into his jeans and belting them up with intense discomfort.
“COMING!” I call out.
“LUNA?!!” Tonk shouts. And in a quieter voice, we hear him say, “Well, I’ll be.”
In no time we’re heading for their room, Tonk just in boxer briefs.
As the three of us storm inside, I quickly take it all in. The room is beautiful – totally deserves the name Deluxe. Poor nineteen-year-old Carmen is on the bed grimacing and holding onto her big belly through the blankets which she’s got pulled modestly over her naked body.
“She told me she didn’t want to fuck and then she fuckin’ climbed on top of me and said she changed her mind!”
“I couldn’t help it,” Carmen cries out. “I love him!”
“What was I supposed to do?” Tonk desperately demands of Jett. “I COULDN’T SAY NO!”
“I know the feelin,’” Jett mutters, pulling out his phone from his jeans. We exchange a look as I hold Carmen’s hand. “Yes,” he says to the person on the other side. “We need an ambulance. A woman’s gone into labor.” He listens for a moment, says, “We’re at the Maverick Inn.” He pauses. “Okay, thanks.” As he hangs it up, he walks to the bed, with Tonk right there, needing the support of the older Cipher.
“You ever seen a woman have a baby, Jett?” he asks.
“Nah. Now’s as good a time as any,” he grins, swatting his buddy on his back. “Probably should put some clothes on.”
Jett turns to face a wall while I help Carmen into a long skirt and cotton blouse she and Tonk bought on the Santa Monica Peer while they were getting to know each other. She didn’t have any clothes and he stepped up and changed that.
When we were spending those few days and nights together in Cedars Sinai Hospital, Jett told me the Ciphers have money. They take it from evil pricks they save people from, and some is donated by people and organizations who want to thank them. Their club isn’t new. He’s third generation. The president is in his eighties. Some men have come and gone, some didn’t like the ‘do-gooder bullshit,’ he explained. There were three factions set across the states, but it was growing in numbers. Ten men called Louisiana home and traveled from there rarely staying long.
And with Carmen giving birth right now, I probably won’t be seeing it after all, since she is the reason I haven’t run away.
Jett
You’d think no one ever had a kid before, by how Tonk and I are pacing the hospital. This place is so much smaller than the one in Beverly Hills, and it’s driving him insane like he’s not sure they’re up for the job. He keeps asking if she’s gonna be okay, to anyone who walks by. He must’ve asked me a thousand times, clutching my arm each time.