Chapter 20
Fuck! Every time I turn around, I’m hurting Julie. Why the hell can’t I come out and tell her I love her? Limping into the house, I watch Julie place the teakettle on the stove, and she looks back at me.
“Lennox is asleep. Be nice, you two,” my sister sing-songs before kissing Julie’s cheek and coming over to me.
“Be on your best behavior and don’t hurt her.” She glares at me, and the guilt keeps rising.
Kaylee leaves and I sigh, getting ready to ask for forgiveness, but Julie beats me to talking.
“You should be in bed. Therapy starts at seven.” Her voice sounds so resigned. It kills me.
“Are you going to stay up?” I don’t want to go to bed with the way things are between us. Hell, she won’t even look at me.
“No. I’m getting this ready for an easy morning. I always oversleep.”
I should tell her thank you or at least be nice and say good night. Instead, I do exactly what I don’t want to do and stalk off to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, I hear the door above me shut. Images of Julie undressing flash before my eyes. Mm. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke it slow and steady.
Clear as day, her body moves over me, touching every single inch of me. It makes me tremble as I think about her hot pussy sliding down my cock. Those sexy curves of hers bouncing on top of me as she takes my cock deep into her pussy. Fuck. I don’t last four strokes before I’m going off. “Julie.” Her name is a whisper on my lips while I watch my semen leave my still throbbing manhood.
Damn, I haven’t come that fast since I was a teenager. Groaning, I get up and clean myself. Looking in the mirror, I assess myself. Can I ever be the man she deserves? Taking a deep breath, I decide to go upstairs. I want—no, need—to see Julie. My dick throbs as I put on a pair of sweats. Slowly, I limp toward the stairs and take it one at a time. By the fourth step, my knee gives out.
I grip the banister but tumble down as my knee twists and pain shoots through me. I’m like a damn slinky, falling all the way down until I’m on the floor. My knee isn’t working, so I can’t get off my stomach. Lights flood the hallway as I lie here, feeling sorry for myself.
“Aaron!” Julie comes running down to me. Fuck, she’s only in a flimsy T-shirt and boy-short panties. This is the most I’ve seen of her body, and goddamn, her legs are gorgeous.
I want to reach out and run my hands up her legs and see if she’s wet for me. My mind doesn’t stop as she bends down beside me and helps me to my back. “Oh, A-bear, what were you doing?”
I can’t exactly tell her I was coming up the stairs to watch her sleep and jack off on her. Shit, even thinking about it makes me sound like a creep.
“I wanted to apologize.” It’s not a complete lie. She deserves an explanation.
“A-bear, you could have told me in the morning. Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”
The way she’s taking care of me and talking like she used to when we were younger makes me smile. “Thanks, Sugar Plum.” That beautiful blush creeps up on her cheeks, and she grants me a sincere smile.
Fuck. The nickname came out before I could stop it.
“What…what did you just call me?”
Her hands are crushing my arms as we stand there, looking at each other. “Julie…” My words slip from me as I wobble.
“No. You… You called me Sugar Plum.”
Do I deny it? Do I ask her why she’s acting so weird? No. I hobble over to her and pull her in my arms. “Yes, I did.” Kissing her lips, I moan into her open mouth. I’ve taken her by surprise, but I run my hands through her hair, and I plunder her mouth with my tongue.
We say nothing as she helps me walk back to the bedroom. I can hear her breathing and know she’s overthinking things. Is she going to call me out for calling her that? Will she ask me about the night at the ball? So many fucking questions when all I want to do is pull her onto the bed and fuck her.
Julie tucks me in, and I grab her hand. “Stay with me.” Dammit, the words are out of me before I can stop them. I want her to be with me more than anything, but I’m afraid I’ll never be good enough for her.
Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “I…”
“Don’t,” I say. Ju-Ju is probably trying to piece together why I would call her Sugar Plum. Her first instinct is probably to hide and wonder if I’m the man from all those years ago. I can’t have her thinking like that. Not yet. Not in this moment where I need her so fucking bad.
Screw it, I want her and I’m going to have her. I pull her down and kiss her. Stars sparkle in my eyes at the taste of her lips on mine. Sugar Plums and sunshine. “Aaron,” she whimpers against my mouth. Julie crawls on top of me, and her breasts dangle against my chest.
I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long that I almost think I am dreaming. It’s better than any damn dream I could have conjured up. She’s still inexperienced. It’s insane to me that some man hasn’t snatched her up. Julie’s a goddamn jewel of a woman, and I’m a fool for staying away.
As her hot heat settles against my cock, her butt gently rests against my legs. If she keeps dry-humping like this, I’m going to go again. “Julie,” I moan as we continue kissing.
My hands roam up to her chest, and my beautiful girl whimpers as I pull on her breasts. Her nipples are hard as pebbles, and as I pinch them, she trembles. That hot-as-hell pussy rubs up and down my cock. Fuck, I want to be inside of her and feel that hot, silky wetness squeezing me.
I grind my cock upward, and a sharp pain strikes through my knee. “Fuck, Julie. Get off me.” The second the words are out, I regret them. I meant to say something completely different, but the pain is clouding my brain. All I see is the mortification in her eyes.
She scrambles off me, and I hear her fumbling out of my room. “Ju-Julie!” I call after her, and another pain hits my leg. Dammit to hell, the hurt in her eyes is going to haunt me.
“This never happened. Don’t even worry about it, Aaron.” The door shuts and I feel my heart going with her once again. The pain intensifies, and I reach for the medicine on the bedside table, downing the pills quickly. Dammit, I hate being so weak.
That’s not the issue, though. The look on Julie’s face when she shut the door on me, it’s the same look from eleven years ago. Why do I keep messing up with her? Even with the anger and being upset with myself, my cock pulses. Closing my eyes, I try to think about the ways I can stop reverting to being such a jackass.
And whether or not Julie is going to be putting two and two together. Will she confront me? God, I fucking hope so. I want to tell her I’m James and that she’s been mine since forever.