Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
DEAN
T he bedroom is dark as I slip inside. I sigh. Just like the rest of the penthouse, Juliette’s asleep. As they should be at three in the morning but I kind of hoped she’d wait up for me. It’s selfish of me but I just miss her so much. Now I’ll have to wait until morning.
With disappointment and acceptance sitting in my chest I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. Making it hot enough to turn the room steamy in minutes. I look at myself in the mirror. Recognizing myself for the first time in a long fucking time.
Shedding all of my clothes, I step under the heated spray. My muscles sag in relief with every pelt of water. It washes away the long day. I’m almost tempted to jack off. Just to relax but I’d rather wait and fuck Juliette in the morning.
Exhaustion starts to sink in as I finish my shower. I slowly towel off and slip some boxers on. Climbing into the bed with Juliette, I’m excited to finally hold her. Asleep or not.
My body molds around hers, spooning her. I snake an arm around her waist and pull her back into me. Juliette moans in her sleep as her back hits my chest. My cock instantly wakes up. Suddenly, the rest of my muscles don’t ache so badly.
I lift my head. She’s still asleep. But from the look on her face, I’m pretty sure she’s having a really good dream. She grabs at the sheets by her head, letting out a whimper. Like I said, a really good dream.
Conflict wars inside me. My dick is hard as fuck but she’s asleep. Back in Vegas we sometimes practiced consent non consent. But we usually had a conversation beforehand.
She grinds her ass over my cock. I should take that as a sign, shouldn’t I? She might be mad if I don’t. Like what if she really wants an orgasm and that dream just isn’t as good as the real thing?
Juliette whimpers my name, and I snap. Call me a bastard, but she needs to be fucked. As gently as I can with shaky hands I pull her long shirt up. I slide my hands into her shorts, teasing her clit with my fingers. Her cries grow louder. I wait for it to wake her, but she stays asleep. Taking my hand out, I take her shorts and panties off. Kicking them away from us beneath the comforters. She shivers next to me. I rush to pull a comforter over both of us and take my boxers off at the same time.
Desire is furious in my veins. I need to get inside her before I come out of my own skin.
Juliette owns me. She’s like an addiction I’ll never kick. I grab the base of my cock and guide towards her. Gripping her thigh, I push her legs open a little more. She’s so fucking wet. My cock practically slips in all by itself.
“God,” Juliette gasps as I slide my dick in deep.
That first thrust only makes me desperate for more. I’m always going to be ravenous for Juliette. I learned that a long time ago.
She shifts her body closer towards me. Letting me have better access to go harder. Her thighs are coated with her arousal.
“You’re being such a good little fuck toy for me,” I tell her.
Her moan is louder than the last. I fuck her harder, rougher. I don’t know how she can sleep through it all. But she does. Her pussy gets tighter and tighter. The sobs coming from her mouth reach a high pitch. She’s so close to coming. I don’t relent as I watch her fall.
Blissful cries fill the room like some kind of prayer.
Placing my lips next to her hear, I whisper, “Come on my cock.”
Her orgasm hits her hard, shattering her in the most beautiful kaleidoscope. Watching her come undone has me pounding into her harder, demanding every ounce of pleasure she has in her.
“Baby,” I groan.
Her eyes pop open. The icy blue irises immediately finding mine. Everything stops. I pause, mid thrust, just waiting to see how she’ll react. For once, her eyes aren’t giving anything away.
“Don’t stop.”
With two little words, she blows me away. She’s so fucking perfect. I roll away from her and her face settles into an adorable pout as I plant my knees on the mattress.
“Get up.”
Juliette listens without much of a fight. Her eyes are drenched in lust as she climbs onto all fours, putting her ass up in the air.
“Good girl.”
She smiles at my praise, and I run a hand down her spine, positioning myself right behind her. My hands grab hold of her hips as I shove my cock into her. I squeeze hard, my nails digging into her creamy skin. Her pussy is soaked yet with every plunge she becomes wetter.
There’s a tingle at the base of my spine. She’s fucking me as hard as I am her. Her ass hits my thighs with a slap as she meets me thrust for thrust.
I can’t resist the primal urge to take over. Gripping her hips, I stop her from moving as I plow into her. I use her body as a vessel for my pleasure while still giving her hers.
Sliding a hand along her body, I cup her breast with my hand. With her nipple nestled between my fingers, I pinch and pull, trying to get one more orgasm out of her before mine takes over.
“One more time,” I demand. “One more time.”
Juliette whimpers, but her complaints are lost as I pound into her with abandon. I can feel my orgasm coming. Like a small storm, it gains more traction with every passing second. Juliette’s cunt tightens around me, coaxing everything I’m worth out of me.
Her body tenses beneath me just as I feel my orgasm crash. She moans, her body quaking as she finds another release. I smile as I slip my cock out of her and fall to the bed, exhausted.
Juliette cuddles up beside me, pulling my arms around her so we’re spooning once again. My hand settles on her stomach. I’ve never been a religious man, but I am a desperate one. What God do I need to pray to for my seed to take root?
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” I pant. “Anything.”
“Where do you want to live?”
I wince. “I take it Gemma talked to you?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Declan wanted me to talk you into going home. He pretty much said I could come back to the family if I convinced you to return to Vegas.”
“What an asshole,” she scoffs.
“Can’t disagree there. But maybe we don’t talk about your brother while we’re naked?”
“Right.”
“But to answer your question, I’ll live wherever you want, Bluebird. You tell me.”
“I want to go home.”
She answers so fast she surprises herself. But she doesn’t take back what she said. Instead, she just looks relieved.
“Then, back to Vegas we go.”
“Are you going to take the job?”
“I don’t know. Honestly, I hadn’t let myself think about it since I didn’t know what you wanted.”
“You should probably start thinking about it,” she replies, closing her eyes.
I should. She’s absolutely right. But I feel like before I can take a job protecting the man, I should mend the fences I can. Otherwise, I’m not sure the McBride family is the right fit anymore.
Later that night at dinner, the aroma of garlic cheese sticks and pepperoni pizza swirls in the air. Tonight is the first time everyone has been together in six years. Every McBride child is seated at the table. If I said it was tense, that would be an understatement.
But I’m honestly too hungry to give a flying fuck. Unless it involves my girl, it’s none of my business. Juliette and I barely got any sleep, and today we’ve been running errands, so I’ve hardly had time to eat. I’m not going to let some sibling rivalry interrupt my date with pizza.
Declan places a slice of pizza and more than a few cheese sticks in front of Gemma.
“She craves these.”
I shrug. “Can’t blame her. They are great.”
He hands me the box. I fill Juliette’s plate before moving to PJ and then myself. Once everyone has their food, silence falls over the room. It’s like everyone is too fearful to disrupt the fragile peace.
The pizza is hot enough to burn my tongue, but I can’t stop eating it. Despite the pain, the greasy pie is perfect. My eyes scan the table, unable to help it. Kaz, Dmitri, and Mikhail are too enthralled with Vivienne to see anything else around them. If they were smart, they’d have a rotation for safety reasons. Vivienne is watching Warren, who can’t take his eyes off Declan. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such vivid hatred in someone's eyes. I’m not sure I want to see what is coming next.
“Hey dad,” PJ says.
My brain comes to a screeching halt. Tears spring to my eyes as I process what he called me. Dad. I didn’t think one word could affect me so much. But like his mother, he’s always surprising me.
I look down at my son and realize he is waiting for me to answer. He’s not aware of the bomb just dropped on me.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“Kane asked me what superpower I would want today.”
“Oh yeah? What did you say?”
“Super strength so I can fight every bad guy like you.”
Juliette winces next to me. I know she’s worried about PJ’s mental health after the Arnie incident, especially since he’s taken an interest in beating up bad guys.
“I have an even better question,” I reply.
“What?” PJ tilts his head.
Everyone at the table is watching him now. He has that appeal. The kid could draw anyone in. It’s hard not to love him.
“What animal would you be if you could turn into any animal?”
PJ’s face scrunches as he considers my question before he answers.
“A butterfly.”
“A butterfly?”
That’s not what I expected.
“Yeah, they smell with their feet, and I think noses on feet would look funny. I want them.”
The entire table bursts out laughing at the mental image my son creates. All the tension melts away, and I realize something. Maybe PJ is exactly what this family needs to come together again. He’s living up to the name he was given. Patrick was always the glue of the family, and right now, we need that more than ever.