Chapter 8
LANGSTON
I’d never been so close to coming in my pants as I was now, not that I would tell either of them that. West shifted back, pressing his ass to my crotch, and ground against me. My grip tightened around him in warning, making a depraved groan vibrate in his chest.
Juno watched as I worked his jeans over one hip and then the other, never releasing his cock. Her desire-filled gasp had me watching her parted lips; the way she licked the lower and then top made me want to grip my cock to ease the pressure.
“What are you waiting for, Westly? Your girl needs your fingers filling that needy pussy of hers.”
Pumping my hand up and down in slow, tight strokes, I watched his hand dip beneath that damn dress that hugged her luscious curves. I knew the moment he touched her, even though I couldn’t see it. Juno’s lashes fluttered shut as her head fell backward, hitting the shelving keeping her upright.
“Tell me what she feels like,” I whispered in West’s ear as I brushed a thumb over his head, swirling the cum leaking from the tip down his shaft.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever fit,” he rasped. “She’s so fucking tight, I can barely get two fingers in. And she’s squeezing so damn hard too. Fuck, that will feel amazing.”
“But not tonight.” I pinched his head just enough to make him twitch, his knees giving out before he caught himself. “Tonight, it’s just your fingers working her soaked cunt and you fucking my hand.”
“Please,” Juno whispered, peeling her lids open to level her glassy-eyed gaze at me.
“Please, what?” I pumped my hand faster, making West’s hand move faster beneath her dress.
“I want to see.”
I hummed a contented response. “You want to watch me jack off my best friend?”
“Fucking hell, do it, Lang. Fucking show her,” West ground out, barely holding it together. This was more worked up than he’d ever been when we shared women before.
“Only because you said please,” I said with a grin as I tugged his boxer briefs down with my free hand. I had to hold back from sliding beneath her skirt to add my fingers with West’s in her pussy.
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 expose her 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 smacked against 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?
Mattie: No, the fucker. He keeps fighting over more time with Trace, which we all know he’s only doing to make himself look like a good dad.
Mattie: Which anyone who actually knows the situation knows he wasn’t.
Me: If his team wouldn’t miss their goalie, I’d take him on a boat ride he wouldn’t come back from.
Mattie: But they would, and the cops would subpoena these texts, and you’d go to jail. Forever. I can’t have Trace’s uncle in jail. Gotta run, going on the air in 10.
Swiping to a missed text from West, I tapped on the picture and choked on my spit. It was of him, in bed with the sheets tented by his massive, hard dick.
West: Last night only made this fucking worse.
West: You need to get on board with us three fast, asshole. That was so damn hot I’ll be hard for the rest of my fucking life.
Me: You have one good hand. Use it.
West: Come home and make me.
“Excuse me.” I slid my glare up to the asshole interrupting me. “Are you Langston Allen from Uplift?”
A somewhat confirming grunt escaped as I pocketed my cell phone. Time to work and earn my pay. I moved to the front of the boat and leapt off, rubber soles slamming onto the wooden planks.
“All this is yours?” I hooked my thumb toward the four bags waiting beside them in a neat little row. “For two days?”
“We overpacked just in case we decide to stay longer. I’m Eric Adler.”
I eyed the man’s extended hand before running an assessing eye over his pressed khaki shorts, wrinkle-free polo, and wide fake-as-shit smile. There was something behind the overly friendly mask he wore that I couldn’t read, which only added to my suspicion.
Smile faltering, he slowly lowered his hand, realizing I wasn’t the hand-shaking type. At least not with this asshole.
Grabbing their luggage—all matching, of course—I tossed it onto the boat with little care and gestured for them to climb on board.
He cautiously stepped onto the bow before heading to the cabin, finding a spot along the row of seats protected from the elements by the surrounding glass.
With a disgusted headshake, I turned to the woman attempting to board the boat without help, one wrong step from slipping into the freezing water.
“Here,” I grumbled, jumping onto the bow and extending a calloused hand to help her board.
She offered a soft smile before sliding her much smaller hand into mine. A squeak of surprise sounded over the lapping waves as I hauled her off the dock and safely onto the boat. “Thank you. I’m sure he would’ve helped; he’s just distracted.”
I cast a dubious glance at the man who clearly didn’t give two shits about anything other than the phone in his hand.
She shrugged. “Work is busy right now. You know how it goes.”
Not waiting for an answer, she ducked into the cabin and sat beside Eric, who quickly tucked his phone away. Seemed suspicious as fuck if you asked me.
After untying the boat, I climbed into the cabin and cranked the engine, eager to get back to Anchor Bay.
I debated how to talk to them, ask the questions about Juno I needed answers to, but came up blank.
I wasn’t the outgoing, friendly type, and actually starting a casual conversation was way outside my comfort zone.
Not far from Anchorage, my plotting was put on pause when the two behind me started talking, their voices barely carrying over the engine’s whirling hum.
“I’m just not sure this is the best idea. You know she hates surprises,” Stephanie said.
“You’re overthinking this, babe. She loves surprises. Remember, I know her a little better than you.” I tilted my head to the side at that remark, hoping to get a better angle to hear more clearly. “And I know it might be a shock for Juno, but she’ll understand. We deserve to be happy, Steph.”
“It’s just the way things ended, how she found out about us and how hurt she was—”
My knuckles went white around the wheel. What the fuck were they talking about?
“Steph, we’ve talked about this. You know things between her and me weren’t great, neither of us happy. I don’t understand why we have to keep coming back to this. We’re together, and happy, and I bet she’s fine now. Can you let the past stay there and stop bringing it up? It’s done.”
“Okay, yeah. Sorry, you’re right.”
Anger thrummed through me at not only the asshole’s words but the condescending tone he took with her. Those bits and pieces of their conversation consumed my thoughts the rest of the ride home, making me wonder what the hell they did to Juno.
And if it was as bad as I assumed… what would I do to them in return for hurting my girl?