Chapter 20 #2
That sounded good to me. This was one date I couldn’t afford to fuck up.
“Ugh,” Juno groaned. “How do I keep getting this tangled?”
My boots dug into the rocky bank when I turned from my line, brow furrowed. A laugh escaped at the pitiful and dramatic pout on her face as she messed with the knotted fishing line. Her aqua eyes cut my way, making me fight my smile. Apparently, she didn’t find it as adorable and funny as I did.
Setting down my pole, I gently took hers to inspect the damage.
“This pole hates me,” she grumbled.
“And the last two?” I chuckled.
“They’re all ganging up on me.”
“It’s okay that you’re not good at fishing, you know. That’s not a requirement for this.” I gestured between us. Setting the rod down beside the other two to fix later, I pulled her into my chest, wrapping both arms around her.
“I know, but you love it, so I’d at least like to be not terrible at it.”
But she was. She really was. Staring out over the crystal-clear water, I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips.
“I think West packed us some food.” I inclined my head to the stuffed backpack near the rest of the fishing gear. “How about you take a break—”
“Oh, snacks,” Juno exclaimed like I’d just told her something exciting. Which I guess snacks were by her response. Stepping out of my hold, she moved around me to the pack and squatted low to rummage through the contents. “I’ll eat, you fish and talk.”
“Talk,” I grumbled, bending over to pick up my discarded rod. “About what?”
“Life, you, Mattie, your nephew, anything. I want to know more about you.”
I arched a brow as I flung the line back into the water. “We have plenty of time for that, shortcake. West and I, we aren’t going anywhere.”
“Oh, chips. Yum.” The rustle of the bag had me shaking my head. Fuck, she was adorable. “Speaking of you and West, how will all this work? If we do this, that is.”
“Oh, we’re doing it,” I chuckled. “And I don’t know what you mean by that. What specifically are you asking?”
“Well,” she drawled. “After last night, I guess I’m just wondering if you two will do your own thing, or if it will always be the three of us.
” I started to respond, but she kept going.
“Does that mean that we can’t do anything one-on-one?
Does it always have to be group activities?
If so, that will get really hard to coordinate, I think. ”
“The way I see others make this work is that there aren’t any set rules on who can be with who and when.
Like any relationship, sometimes things just happen, and not everyone can be around when it does.
So you and me can have alone time like we are now, and you and West can too.
There isn’t room for jealousy or favorites in this kind of relationship.
But to answer your question about me and West, I don’t see us needing that now that you’re with us. ”
“You did last night.” She popped a chip into her mouth before handing me one.
“Yeah, well, that was more of… incentive,” I said with a chuckle. “And after eating your tasty cunt and feeling you squeeze the fuck out of my fingers, I needed him.”
“Not me?” she asked, munching on the edge of another chip.
“The way I felt last night, Juno, it was best for me to take all that out on West. He likes it, don’t worry, and so do I. Plus, last night, neither he nor I wanted to make you feel obligated.”
“I wouldn’t have,” she protested, only for her to cringe at my side-eye. “Fine, I would have. But just because—”
“We know, Juno, which is why last night happened the way it did. Are you upset at how it turned out?”
Her face flushed red. “Not at all. Hearing you two was hot as hell.” She peeked up through her lashes. “I’d like to watch instead of just listen one day.”
I hummed a noncommittal response. “I have a feeling you’ll not only be watching but participating too.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking of us three together.
” Her eyes went wide as the chip in her hand fluttered to the smooth stones at her feet.
“My favorite one is West buried balls-deep in your tight cunt while I fuck him into you.”
Her throat worked with a hard swallow. “Wow, okay… that’s….” She cleared her throat and jerked her gaze out over the water. “Holy hell, that is hot.” She shifted side to side, rubbing her thighs together.
Tossing the rod to the side, I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to me, sealing her back to my chest. Head against my sternum, she looked back at me. Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and lips slightly parted, she looked as turned on as I felt.
“Juno,” I muttered, dipping my hand beneath her shirt.
“Langston,” she breathed. Her soft gasp as my fingers traced along the waistband of her jeans had my dick twitching beneath my own. “Aren’t you supposed to be fishing?”
My chuckle was dark and humorless. “Why would I want to waste my time with that when I have you, so fucking needy for me, in my arms?”
“Am I?” Her lids fluttered shut when I popped the top button and slowly lowered the zipper.
“Let’s see how drenched you are from the thought of me fucking my best friend into you.” Dipping my fingers beneath her panties, a guttural groan rumbled in my chest when I felt how soaked her pussy was.
“Langston,” Juno pleaded. “I need more.”
“More than what?”
“More than your fingers.” She shifted to press her ass against my steel-hard cock and grinded. “I need you, Langston. Please. I want you, here, right now.”
A sharp hiss whistled through my teeth when I sucked in a short breath. “You want the first time I take your perfect cunt to be out here, right now? Not something romantic or some shit?”
I nearly swallowed my tongue when Juno added her hand to mine, guiding my fingers to her opening. “I don’t need romantic.” Rolling her head, she looked up at me. “I just need real, passion, imperfect.”
“Well, then you’re in luck, shortcake. Because I am all that.
” Pulling my hand free, I spun her around and lifted her in the air, then smacked her ass hard, making her squeak.
I scanned the empty rocky bank for somewhere somewhat comfortable for me to take my girl, gaze pausing on a downed tree.
The thick trunk was the perfect height for what I had planned.
Arm around her waist, I carried Juno in that direction, her lips brushing along my throat and jaw, making my steps falter. Heart hammering in my chest, I paused beside the fallen tree and slowly lowered her to the ground.
She twisted, brow furrowing when she looked down.
“I really don’t want bark scratches on my ass,” she muttered.
“That wasn’t the plan, but good to know.” Stepping back, I crossed both arms over my chest and hitched my chin to her top. “Strip.”
Surprising the hell out of me, Juno didn’t push back; instead, she instantly ripped her long-sleeve shirt over her head. A groan caught in my throat at her full breasts spilling out of the top of her sports bra. When her hands went to her jeans, I clicked my tongue, making her freeze.
“That too. I want to see all of you.” For a second, she hesitated, gaze snapping one way and then the other. “No one comes out here, so don’t worry about that. You trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Trust me to not let anyone see what’s mine and West’s, and if they do, then they lose both eyes?”
“This just got dark,” Juno said with a slight shiver.
My smile sharpened as I watched her nipples turn to hard peaks beneath her sports bra. “I think you like it. It turns you on thinking about me being so fucking possessive over you that I’d kill someone just for looking at what’s mine. Now, strip.”
“What about you?” she asked, gripping the bra band and tugging.
Her tits bounced free, and I didn’t stop myself from reaching out to palm both.
Her moan and my guttural groan mixed as I pinched her peaked tips.
Carefully watching her features, I applied more pressure, waiting until her lids popped open and a gasp brushed past her lips.
“Why does that hurt but feel so damn good at the same time?”
“It’s a fine line, one that we’ll explore together—a lot,” I murmured. Reaching down, I grabbed my rock-hard cock and squeezed, hoping to ease the throbbing pain. “Are you on birth control?”
Juno stilled. “No, shoot. I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
With a feral growl, I gripped the back of her neck in a commanding hold and yanked her to me, our lips colliding together in a violent kiss. I devoured her words, nipping at her lips and tongue in punishment for even thinking she should apologize.
“Your body, your choice,” I said and nipped at her lower lip again. “But for even thinking you needed to apologize… turn around and put your hands on the tree trunk.” When she didn’t move, I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “Now, Juno.”
Eyeing me with suspicion, she did as I asked.
When both palms were sealed to the rough bark, I gripped the hem of her jeans and ripped them down her thighs, taking her soaked panties with them.
The scent of her desire wafted in the faint breeze, making me bite my lip to keep from diving between her thighs and licking her clean like I did the night before.
No. I had other plans.
Popping the top button of my jeans, I released a sigh at the instant relief from the pressure on my throbbing cock. Looking over her shoulder, Juno’s eyes went wide at finding me palming my cock with one hand as I worked my jeans down my thighs.
“Langston, that’s….”
“Going in your soaked pussy very soon.”
“I don’t know how I’ll take all of you,” she whispered, sounding both a little horrified and in awe.
“Oh, you can and will.” Searching the back pocket of my jeans, I pulled a condom free and smiled. “I was a Boy Scout. Always be prepared.” Ripping it open with my teeth, I slowly rolled the condom over my cock and tossed the trash to the side to pick up later. “Now for that punishment.”
“But I—”