Falling Away
Page 62
There was just too much shit to process. She constantly looked at me as if she expected better behavior, we always fought, and to top it all off, there was a ton of things she would never know about me. But … I liked her. I definitely liked her.
She pulled back, weightless in my arms as she looked up at me. “I like you, too.” She smiled. “Was I okay?”
My jaw itched with a smile that I didn’t let show. “I’ll let you know when we’re done,” I replied in a cocky tone, and jerked her into me again.
“You’re still hard?” she blurted out, looking scared. “But … but,” she stuttered, “they’re coming!”
I thrust my hips into her, shutting her up.
“Look at me,” I urged, pressing my forehead to hers and sliding my cock in fast and hard, again and again.
She raised her eyes, her chest rising and falling a mile a minute.
“Juliet!” Fallon called from somewhere in the building.
“Oh, God, Jax!” Juliet called out, and I didn’t care who heard her.
“Say it again,” I gritted out, running my thumb over her lips, all the while fucking her like a machine. “Say it, baby. Say it.”
“Oh, God?”
I shook my head, laughing. “Not that.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, and then realization dawned in her eyes, and she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, drawing it out slow. “Only ever you,” she whispered.
“Again.” I thrust harder, her moans vibrating through my skin as her tits bounced up and down.
“Only ever you.”
“Again.” I leaned down to her lips. “Who do you want?”
“Only ever you, Jax,” she whimpered. “Ah! Oh, Jax.” Her eyes stayed fixed to mine, her summer green burning against my blue. “Only ever you,” she barely whispered.
My lips covered hers and we both came, swallowing each other’s moans.
Fallon burst in. “Oh, my God!”
“Out!” I yelled, buttoning up my pants. “Tell everyone she’s in line for the Porta Pottis or something.”
“Jax!” Juliet scolded, still naked and hiding behind me. “Gross.”
I rolled my eyes and Fallon snorted.
“Okaaay,” she choked out. “Just send her out soon. It’s getting weird.”
And she barely waited until she was out of the room before she started laughing her ass off.
I grabbed my shirt off the floor, the one I’d used to clean Juliet up and then myself before getting dressed. It was a disaster, and I kind of felt bad.
I’d told Katherine not to buy me expensive shit, but she reveled in it. When she tried to do nice things for my brother, he simply scowled and then rolled his eyes. Graciousness with gifts was not his strong suit.
So, in turn, she spoiled me, because I, at least, knew how to pretend. Even though I didn’t need nice stuff—and could certainly buy it for myself if I wanted to—I liked having someone dote on me the way she did. I took her gifts, and while I didn’t need them, I loved that she gave me things.
I rolled the shirt, covering up the evidence, and stuck it in my back pocket before I fastened my belt.
Juliet looked shaky. I stepped over, snatching up her shorts.
“Here, baby,” I offered, handing them to her and then asking, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, a smile in her eyes. “I’m okay. Just a little sore.”
I bent down to pick up her shirt, dusting it off.
Everything was dirty in this place, and there were wet spots on her shorts. Looking down at the floor, I saw small puddles of water, probably from a rainstorm, and that was when I noticed the cobwebs in the corner where the wall met the ceiling.
I looked down at Juliet, her smooth chocolate hair now matted and stringy, and there were red blotches on her hips from where I’d gripped her.
She flipped her hair over the top of her head, and I offered a small smile that I wasn’t feeling.
What the hell was the matter with me? This was what I wanted. What I’d dreamed about for years. But she deserved better.
I ground my thumb across the insides of my fingers, feeling the grime that I’d wiped all over her, and taking in this filthy place, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this all should’ve happened differently. “You’ve only ever been with Liam?” I looked down at her, the sweat on my skin becoming a weight in my stomach. We needed a fucking shower.
She nodded slightly. “Could you tell?” she ventured, looking embarrassed. “I can’t say that I had a lot of experience. Even with him, it wasn’t like this.”
I touched her cheek. “You don’t have to say that. It’s okay if you loved him.”
She shook her head, tears pooling. “I didn’t. That’s what I mean. It should’ve been you. This—right here— should’ve been my first time.”
I stared at her, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Come here.” I hooked a hand around her neck and brought her into my chest, forcing her chin up. “I didn’t push you, did I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m being serious,” I chastised. “Our first time should’ve been in a bed. In a clean bed without people around. I pushed you too hard.”
A wicked smile cross her lips, and she trailed them along my jaw, finally catching it in her teeth.
I sucked in a breath, feeling my dick jolt to attention again.
She pulled back, weightless in my arms as she looked up at me. “I like you, too.” She smiled. “Was I okay?”
My jaw itched with a smile that I didn’t let show. “I’ll let you know when we’re done,” I replied in a cocky tone, and jerked her into me again.
“You’re still hard?” she blurted out, looking scared. “But … but,” she stuttered, “they’re coming!”
I thrust my hips into her, shutting her up.
“Look at me,” I urged, pressing my forehead to hers and sliding my cock in fast and hard, again and again.
She raised her eyes, her chest rising and falling a mile a minute.
“Juliet!” Fallon called from somewhere in the building.
“Oh, God, Jax!” Juliet called out, and I didn’t care who heard her.
“Say it again,” I gritted out, running my thumb over her lips, all the while fucking her like a machine. “Say it, baby. Say it.”
“Oh, God?”
I shook my head, laughing. “Not that.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, and then realization dawned in her eyes, and she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, drawing it out slow. “Only ever you,” she whispered.
“Again.” I thrust harder, her moans vibrating through my skin as her tits bounced up and down.
“Only ever you.”
“Again.” I leaned down to her lips. “Who do you want?”
“Only ever you, Jax,” she whimpered. “Ah! Oh, Jax.” Her eyes stayed fixed to mine, her summer green burning against my blue. “Only ever you,” she barely whispered.
My lips covered hers and we both came, swallowing each other’s moans.
Fallon burst in. “Oh, my God!”
“Out!” I yelled, buttoning up my pants. “Tell everyone she’s in line for the Porta Pottis or something.”
“Jax!” Juliet scolded, still naked and hiding behind me. “Gross.”
I rolled my eyes and Fallon snorted.
“Okaaay,” she choked out. “Just send her out soon. It’s getting weird.”
And she barely waited until she was out of the room before she started laughing her ass off.
I grabbed my shirt off the floor, the one I’d used to clean Juliet up and then myself before getting dressed. It was a disaster, and I kind of felt bad.
I’d told Katherine not to buy me expensive shit, but she reveled in it. When she tried to do nice things for my brother, he simply scowled and then rolled his eyes. Graciousness with gifts was not his strong suit.
So, in turn, she spoiled me, because I, at least, knew how to pretend. Even though I didn’t need nice stuff—and could certainly buy it for myself if I wanted to—I liked having someone dote on me the way she did. I took her gifts, and while I didn’t need them, I loved that she gave me things.
I rolled the shirt, covering up the evidence, and stuck it in my back pocket before I fastened my belt.
Juliet looked shaky. I stepped over, snatching up her shorts.
“Here, baby,” I offered, handing them to her and then asking, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, a smile in her eyes. “I’m okay. Just a little sore.”
I bent down to pick up her shirt, dusting it off.
Everything was dirty in this place, and there were wet spots on her shorts. Looking down at the floor, I saw small puddles of water, probably from a rainstorm, and that was when I noticed the cobwebs in the corner where the wall met the ceiling.
I looked down at Juliet, her smooth chocolate hair now matted and stringy, and there were red blotches on her hips from where I’d gripped her.
She flipped her hair over the top of her head, and I offered a small smile that I wasn’t feeling.
What the hell was the matter with me? This was what I wanted. What I’d dreamed about for years. But she deserved better.
I ground my thumb across the insides of my fingers, feeling the grime that I’d wiped all over her, and taking in this filthy place, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this all should’ve happened differently. “You’ve only ever been with Liam?” I looked down at her, the sweat on my skin becoming a weight in my stomach. We needed a fucking shower.
She nodded slightly. “Could you tell?” she ventured, looking embarrassed. “I can’t say that I had a lot of experience. Even with him, it wasn’t like this.”
I touched her cheek. “You don’t have to say that. It’s okay if you loved him.”
She shook her head, tears pooling. “I didn’t. That’s what I mean. It should’ve been you. This—right here— should’ve been my first time.”
I stared at her, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Come here.” I hooked a hand around her neck and brought her into my chest, forcing her chin up. “I didn’t push you, did I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m being serious,” I chastised. “Our first time should’ve been in a bed. In a clean bed without people around. I pushed you too hard.”
A wicked smile cross her lips, and she trailed them along my jaw, finally catching it in her teeth.
I sucked in a breath, feeling my dick jolt to attention again.
