Juno whimpered as she watched my hand move up and down West’s thick cock.
He trembled against me while she writhed from side to side, head rolling against the shelves. I knew they were both close, but I wasn’t done with them yet. I had one more order to hand out to ensure this was a night neither of them would forget.
“Flick her swollen clit, Westly. Make her come so hard she needs those fingers in her pussy to keep her standing.”
With a string of pleading and mumbled words, Juno came hard, her whole body shaking. Her whimpers were still echoing in the space when I lifted her dress high enough to exposeher creamy white thighs and bit down where West’s neck and shoulder met.
He came with a barked shout, his cum spurting right where I wanted it. It dripped down the insides of Juno’s thighs; her ragged breaths matched his own as I carefully rubbed it into her skin.
No one said a word, both of them staring at me until I was done and licked what remained off my fingers.
“There,” I said after popping my fingers free from between my lips. “You marked her; she’s yours now.”
Stepping back, I tried to hide my wince of pain.Fuck, maybe West was right and I will die of blue balls.Turning to the door, I paused with my hand on the knob to look over my shoulder.
“Don’t you dare clean up, either of you.” They both gaped at me, and I shrugged. “I’ll go make sure that fucker is long gone and get us a table.”
“A table?” they both repeated at the same time.
I hitched my chin at Juno. “She didn’t have time to eat earlier, and neither did you,” I said, sliding my gaze to West, who was attempting to pull up his jeans one-handed. “And I need a fucking drink.”
Leaving the room, I waited outside the door, listening to see if they did as I’d instructed. And to my surprise, their combined laughter filtered through, making my lips quirk upward. Now to get them fed, me a drink, and then get home to take care of my own needs, because fuck, that was hot.
I just wished I trusted her enough to join in.
We would see how tomorrow went. Hopefully, the mystery couple would shed some light on Juno’s past and help me see her as someone I didn’t have to suspect.
And if that happened, if I could trust her, then Juno Jones was fucking mine.
Well, ours.
All ours.
Heavy waves smackedagainst the hull, attempting to shift the boat off course. The rough seas weren’t uncommon but were annoying as hell. Looming gray clouds hung low in the sky, giving the early morning an ominous feel, which didn’t help my mood one damn bit.
No matter how many times I jerked off in the shower to the erotic memories from last night, I still woke up pissed at the world, edgy and horny as hell. Even now, despite the soothing lapping of the waves and peaceful silence, their combined groans and moans that had echoed in the closet were like a damn song that I couldn’t get out of my head no matter what I tried.
And I had tried everything, even turning on some old Taylor Swift music that Mattie had downloaded on my phone forever ago. It was catchy, sure, but even Taylor couldn’t drown out the memory of their passion.
Downing a gulp of lukewarm coffee, I aimed the boat toward the docks outside Anchorage, where I was to pick up the mystery couple. Soon, I would have over an hour alone with this Eric and Stephanie, giving me ample time to crack the Juno mystery. Then maybe I could finally find relief—deep inside that soaked pussy that smelled so good last night in that small room, I almost dropped to my knees and forced my face between her thighs just for a taste.
Not yet though. But soon.
At least I fucking hoped so.
After last night, my restraint had worn paper thin, the need to make Juno mine making me desperate.
By the time I pulled the boat alongside the dock, I’d shaken off my foul mood and slipped into my normal skeptical-asshole persona. An overdressed man and woman stood on the weathered planks, clearly waiting for me. Like I’d done hundreds of times, I tossed the guy a rope, which he caught midair with a wide smile that instantly put me on alert, and killed the engine. While he secured the boat, I slid my phone free to check for any missed texts now that I was back in cell service range.
Mattie: I told you she was prickly. That’s why I gave her to you. Even though Trace was disappointed.
Mattie: Nothing has happened with my #1 fan recently. I think he or she has given up.
Me: You’d tell me if I need to come to Vegas and help, right?
Mattie: I would, but I’m good. We’re good.
Me: How is that asshole ex of yours? Has he signed the papers yet?
