Chapter 22
Juliette twirls her fork, adding spaghetti to the tines with each twist. “Your pasta has been one of my favorites since forever,” she says, taking a bite. After she swallows, she brings the napkin to the corner of her mouth and blots. “Did you know that?”
I shake my head. I didn’t know that. But what I do know?
Juliette is beautiful all the time. And I was so aware of that fact before that I never allowed myself to casually take her in, for the fear of getting aroused in the wrong setting.
I stroke my curled knuckles over my chest as she talks, ranking my pasta dishes from favorite to most favorite.
We return to bed after eating, because the cycle of happiness requires a lot of fucking, refueling and resting, and I’m so goddamn happy to be in this cycle. It’s been so long since I felt this insane flutter, this electric kick, the urge to stay at her side and not leave… ever.
After an intense lovemaking session where Juliette’s body tested my willpower, we now lie in my bed.
My legs are tangled in the sheets and one of hers is thrown over mine, while early evening leaves a lemony glow along the silhouette of her resting body.
I stroke my fingers through her hair, and drag the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip.
“Sweetheart,” I start, keeping my voice slow and low, the way I plan to wake her.
It occurs to me, as her eyes flutter open and a stretched moan echoes in her chest, that I get to wake up Juliette Wilson.
For the rest of our lives.
“Hmm?” she yawns, blinking up at me from where her head is tucked against my pec. She strokes her fingers over a tattoo on my ribcage, one of a sun cresting a mountain peak. It’s small, and in a place with bare skin around it. She uses the pink tip of her fingernail to trace the edges.
“I’m having a grand opening at the new Velvet location tonight,” I tell her, peering at the clock on my nightstand with one cracked eye.
“I don’t have to go,” I continue, because there is nothing that would make me leave whatever room she’s in.
Now that I have her, I feel the possessive monster inside me rear his head, and though I know I can’t be everywhere she is at all times, for a while, I can try. “But–”
She lifts her head from my chest, sleepy, sex-drunk eyes softening my senses as she peers up at me. “It’s been open for a few months, right? Why the grand opening now?”
I smile down at her, tugging the free portion of sheet down to expose the nude curve of her hip, and her delicate, bare feet.
“We go through a few iterations of the staff before we get it right. You know, getting people who understand the vibe, wanting to stick to the theme and character of it all, be in the spirit,” I explain.
“We don’t always find the right fit out the gate, but a few months in, we’ve found the folks who really want to be part of the magic of Velvet Whisper, and the right people make for the right moment. ”
She smiles up at me. “I would love to go.” Her cheeks flare with color. “If you want me to go. I mean if you want to go stag, I can always wait here. Or go back to my place–”
My body weight is pressed against hers in a flash, our bare skin kissing, my cock already rigid from the friction.
My lips dust hers as she giggles softly, squirming only slightly beneath me.
“Go stag?” I repeat her words, tisk-ing them as I shake my head.
“If I go, you’re going with me. On my arm.
To make every man in this fucking city jealous of the goddess I managed to snag. ”
Juliette’s eyes veer away, to something in the room, it doesn’t matter what. I know what’s happening. I catch her chin in my hand, cock pressed to her groin, and demand her truth. “What did I just say that you have a problem with?”
She smiles, but her eyes grow wet in just a matter of a moment, and I hate it, because it’s not a happy expression that rests on her face. “You’ve attended a million events with some really beautiful women, Ford.”
I see the ugly place where these thoughts end, where her sentence ends, and I don’t like it. And I don’t want her going there ever again. I slide inside her, even though we made love twice already in the last few hours. Still, I’m hard, and she’s wet, and the world makes sense when we’re like this.
She moans as I fill her full. “Ford,” she coos, tipping her head back, exposing her beautiful, lick-able, bitable throat. Nipping and kissing at her flesh, I feather the truth over her body, hoping it soaks in, knowing I’ll be there everyday to keep trying.
“You are fucking hot, Juliette. But not just hot,” I tell her, finding her breast with one hand, bringing her nipple to my mouth.
Nibbling, and sucking, she moans, linking her ankles at my lower back to urge me inside of her deeper.
“You are beautiful, you’re classy and elegant, but sexy.
God Juliette, do you know how sexy you are?
Do you feel how hard I am? Hm?” I slam my hips against hers as her bare hands come down on my shoulders, slapping, clawing, begging for more.
“You turn me to steel. You make me want more babies.
A wedding. You make me want to be a husband and a father all over again.
You make me wild with possibility, and that's all you, my beautiful, sexy, talented fucking goddess.” I find her mouth, whimpering and moaning, and press hot, passionate kisses to it, our tongues swirling like two flavors of ice cream meant to be together.
Peeling one of her hands off my shoulder, I place it over my chest, made slick from sweat and desire. “But this,” I explain, “this is alive again, because of you, do you understand that? Do you understand what you do to me, sweetheart?”
A tear escapes, disappearing into the soft flurry of blonde hair strewn around her.
“And furthermore, there is no going back to your place.” Another jarring thrust that leaves her gasping, and I bite my bottom lip, searching for restraint.
She’s so goddamn tight, she envelopes my cock and takes me like her body was made for mine, and it makes it hard to fill her with promises of forever when I am dying to fill her with cum.
“You don’t want to go? That’s okay. Then we don’t go.
We stay here and I make you a delicious dinner and fuck your brains out, sweetheart.
But there is no you going back anywhere alone. ”
She smiles, and though it’s small and new, it makes my chest absolutely ache. “Okay.” Another soft smile. “But I do need to go back to my place to get something to wear.”
Sliding my hand down her thigh, I collect her leg by the underside of her knee, and lift it, gaining wider access to my favorite place. My balls slap her tight hole as I drive deep again, over and over. “So you want to attend the opening, with me? On my arm? Show the world you’re mine?”
My cock throbs inside her soaked channel, swelling with impending release. “Say yes, Juliette.” I want her to read between the lines. It’s not about one event at Velvet, but the bigger picture. I’m ready to have the world know that Juliette Wilson is mine.
She nods, smiling. “I’ll go, I’ll go,” she pants, “just… please, I’m so close.”
Another few thrusts, sloppy, losing finesse, my hips wild and erratic, cock harder than ever, we unraveled together.
Juliette gasps, clawing at my shoulders as her cunt spasms and tightens all around me.
I can’t hold back, and I can’t fight it any longer.
“Oh Jesus, baby, you’re.. You.. fuck, I love you,” I groan as my cock pulses and spits, filling her so full that cum spills out between our joined bodies, splashing up her thighs and dripping into the sheets.
She tightens and I throb, and when we have not even a single twitch left between the two of us, I slide out of her and clean her up.
She peers down at me as I wipe between her thighs with a towel, and smiles.
My sticky cock, aware that naked Juliette is still in the room, hasn’t got the message that we’re done for now, and stands between us.
After cleaning her up, I lie flat on my belly and bring my mouth to her cunt, bare and swollen from me, my use. Fuck, I can’t even believe that Juliette Wilson is mine. Cupping my mouth to her pussy, I rest my tongue on her clit, soft but passive, and nuzzle my face into her.
She giggles, spreading fingers through my hair. I pull my face away. “I’m gonna rest my mouth here, and I want you to tell me about our life. Everything we haven’t lived together. What you see for us. What you want, for yourself. And with me.”
“You are what I want. You are the only thing I’ve wanted my whole life,” she explains, propping herself up on one elbow as the light spilling through the curtains turns tangerine.
I shake my head. “I’ve wanted you for so long, too. But what I mean is, when you envision us together, what comes next? What life do you see us living?”
She shakes her head now, swallowing thickly, emotionally. “I never planned that, or fantasized about it. Getting you, a man like you–that was fantasy enough.”
A fracture erupts in my heart. “I’ve never been happy to tell someone they’re wrong. But I’m yours, and all yours. So it looks like you were wrong, sweetheart.”
I cup my mouth to her pussy again, loving the way she relaxes into me without question. “Now,” I kiss her clit. “Tell me about our lives together.” I bury my tongue inside of her, unafraid of the lovemaking left behind.
As I keep her cunt warm, she strokes fingers through my hair, and begins laying out the most beautiful portrait of what’s to come.
“Family, so many family dinners and get-togethers. I’ve never really bonded with my parents, but I am so bonded to the Mercers, so lots of family time. The Mercers are my family at this point.”
My cock presses into the mattress as I keep my mouth tight on her cunt, keeping her warm and swollen while she fills my brain with the most beautiful, perfect plans.