“I need you inside me now,” she pleaded.
I grabbed a condom from my pocket and dropped my pants.
Her gaze drifted to the packet in my hand and she shook her head. “I’m clean and on the pill. I need to feelyouinside me.”
She didn’t even ask if I was clean, and that spoke volumes about how much she trusted me. I’d never been inside a woman without a glove. Not once. I didn’t screw around with that shit. Yet the need and vulnerability written across Julia’s face made me drop the condom beside my pants. As I climbed on top of her, my lips found hers again. I lifted her skirt and used the tip of my cock to tease her clit.
“Please?” she asked.
Unable to deny her, I positioned myself at her entrance and slid in. Holy shit! Her pussy felt like silk as it wrapped around me, so tight and perfect. She let out a gasp and hooked her legs behind my back, taking me in deeper. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d fucked a girl missionary style, but as Julia drew comfort from my lips as well as my cock, I couldn’t bear to break the connection. Something between us seemed to shift, to deepen as I slowly slid in and out of her while our tongues danced. We weren’t fucking. This was different. More. Something I’d never experienced. There was no desperate frenzy to find release, because neither of us wanted it to end.
Her hands drifted up my shirt, rubbing over my muscles before exploring my back and drifting down to squeeze my ass. Content to let her play, I braced myself on my forearms on either side of her head and continued to explore her mouth as I slowly slid in and out of her. We kept it up for a while before neither of us could hold back anymore. I grabbed her ankles and rested them on my shoulders, getting impossibly deeper. She threw back her head and moaned. The sexy sound encouraged me, and I plowed into her until we both found release.
After we finished, I moved to roll off her, but she wrapped her legs around me, keeping me still and inside her. “Please, just stay here a minute more.”
Her eyes were watering.
The sight made my chest tighten. “Hey, it’ll be all right, Jules,” I said, smoothing her hair away from her face. With her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed, she was radiant. Even as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She closed her eyes, releasing more tears. She ducked her head against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as she sobbed. It made me want to find this Wesley fucktard and beat the shit out of him. But Julia needed me present, so I pushed thoughts of her ex away. Keeping us connected, I rolled over so she was on top of me. Then I patted her back and brushed her hair out of her face, encouraging her to take all the time she needed.
Eventually her tears dried up. She pushed off my chest and released my cock to sit up, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Sorry. I made a mess of your shirt.”
I shrugged, joining her as my arm snaked around her shoulders. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. “It’s okay, babe. We’re going to my house and I can change. You need to get some jeans and boots on, though.” I squeezed her thigh. “We’re taking my bike, and I don’t want anything to happen to these perfect legs.”
Giving me a shy smile, she said, “Thanks. For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Needing to lighten the mood, I replied, “Of course. Anytime you need to punch that benefit card, all you have to do is ask. I’ll be more than happy to put it on you.”
Rolling her eyes, she gave me a little shove before standing to go clean up and get dressed. I got myself together and watched as she packed a bag, strangely excited about taking her home.
Julia
SITTING ON HAVOC’S bed, I stared into the mirror above his chest of drawers and gave myself a little a pep talk to prepare for the day. In less than ten minutes, Havoc and I would be leaving for his club. There, I’d meet all the guys he referred to as brothers and I’d wait on homeless people. No big deal. Only it was. It would be my first social gathering since Laura’s wedding, and I honestly didn’t want to people anymore. Possibly ever again. In fact, if I could just go back to my bookstore and read for the rest of my life, I’d be perfectly happy.
Well… as long as Havoc dropped by daily to rock my world.
That line of thinking started me down a bunny hole as I thought of how we’d christened every room of his house. I say christened, because apparently, he’d never brought a woman home before.
I laughed when he told me, figuring it was a joke. Only he didn’t join me in my laughter.
“You’re saying you don’t have sex?” I asked, eyeing him skeptically. We were in the laundry room, where we’d just discovered that the top of the washing machine was the perfect height for me to sit while Havoc fucked me, made only more exciting by the spin cycle starting in the middle of the act. Now I was still sitting on the washer, but it had stopped spinning and I was folding shirts while Havoc paired socks and folded pants.
“Nope. Didn’t say that at all. I have a room at the club I take broads to.”
“Is this like some kinky sex club?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nope. Some kinky sex goes down in the club, but it’s more about men being free to be men. Some of the guys like to fuck in public. Some of the club whores get off on that sort of thing.”
“Do you?” I asked.
“The thought of it holds some appeal, but I told you, I don’t share. When you do shit like that in public, people start thinking they can join in. I will lay out any motherfucker who lays a finger on what’s mine.”
“Yours, huh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Possessive much?”
“Like a fuckin’ treasure-hording dragon.” The look he gave me was packed with heat as he added, “Jules.”
The insinuation that I was his jewel activated a whole new set of warm and fuzzy feelings inside me. My cheeks heated as I grabbed one of my dresses out of the dryer.
