Chapter 14
Lowie
The moment we reach Juno’s beat up truck, I climb into the passenger’s side, lips twitching at the funny look she gives me. I only catch it from the corner of my eye, but it’s no less amusing. In fact, I’ve been more amused in the last forty-eight hours than I have been in the past eight years. Of course, it’s all down to my Angel, because nothing has been right without her.
“Did you lose your car? Or bike? Or whichever of the fancy transportation machines you all have tucked away on that fancy driveway of yours?” she asks as soon as she’s seated behind the wheel, the engine running with a spluttering sound that has me frowning in concern. One Juno catches, too. “You can wipe that look off your face. This truck is more reliable than the weather forecast on Google. She’s just a little old.”
I give her a look that screams ‘way to state the obvious’ but keep my mouth sealed. It’s clear the thing means something to her, and I’ll be damned if I disrespect that just after she agreed to let me stay with her. Instead, I give her the answer to her question. “I took a ride share here, so my bike is safely tucked away in the garage at home.”
“Oh, so you were banking on getting lucky?” she teases, pulling out of the lot with a cheeky grin I love .
Snorting, I scoot over on the bench and drop my hand to her thigh, simply wanting to hold her. To touch her and reassure myself, not for the first time, that she’s real. That she’s here, with me. “No, you shit. I hoped you’d say yes, obviously, but the intention was to make sure you got home safe and then I’d get a ride share home if you decided you didn’t want my company.”
“I always want your company,” she mutters, running a hand through her dark-purple hair that suits her just as much as the dirty blonde did. More so, actually. It’s very Juniper, and I like to see her being her. “Never doubt that.”
My chest tightens and I smile over at her, even if she doesn’t see it while she focuses on the road ahead. Just knowing that she’s as desperate to be around me as I am her, soothes a whole lot of somethings inside me, that she’s easily accepting us already has hope filling me from head to toe. This is going to work. We’re together now, and there’s no way I’m going to let go of her again. I already did that once, and I suffered for eight years for it. I’m not going to suffer any longer when she’s right here and extending an open invitation to be around her always. An invitation I will accept at every turn.
“Good, because you’re never getting rid of me,” I inform her, squeezing her thigh and getting comfortable in my seat while Juno navigates the roads flawlessly. It makes me wonder who taught her to drive, when she passed her test, and a whole boatload of other questions that I’d love the answers to if it means knowing my girl that bit better. Knowing what she went through.
“Bold of you to assume that’s what the plan was,” she counters, flicking her gaze in my direction for a split second to catch my smile before she focuses back on the road with a pleased little smirk that does things to me.
My hand slides a little further up her leg, fingers squeezing her lush thigh once more, and I hear the slight hitch in her breath that has a sudden rumble vibrating through my chest. My purr is a little rattled and raspy, unused and unpracticed, but it seems to have an effect on Juno. She sighs and her whole body relaxes under my touch, a faint whine crawling free from her plump lips, and my purr seems to grow in volume while my pants tighten at the sound of her. They only tighten further when the scent of pineapple, coconut, and vanilla thickens in the air around us, filling the cabin of the truck with her mouth-watering, addictive scent that I’d love nothing more than to roll around in like a cat finding a mound of catnip.
The rest of the drive is torture on my self-control. I only allow myself to helpings of Juno’s thigh, relishing in the feel of her beneath my palm and every gasp or bottled whine that she tries and fails to hide from me. We remain silent, but there’s an intensity in the truck, a charge that thrums through my veins, like we’re both fully aware of the yearning and want that spans between us both. Her scent is thick and heady around us, want and desire filling every space around us, and I’m practically lapping it up like a dehydrated man in the desert who has just found his first drop of water.
By the time she parks, leads me to her dorm building, and has her keys ready to unlock her door, I find that my control snaps the moment I hear the latch unlock and she swings the door open.
I have Juniper in my arms quicker than a blink, her toned legs wrangling my waist, while her arms find a home wrapped around my shoulders. One of my hands finds the beautiful curve of her ass, and I hold her close to my body while the other sinks into her plum-colored hair then tug her into a desperate kiss that I pour everything into. Desire, longing, desperation, and everything in between. With that kiss, I tell her how much I’ve missed her, how much I’ve needed her, and how fucking happy I am to have her back.
Sure enough, I receive the same level of energy, her hands suddenly sinking into my hair and gripping tight while she kisses me back, nipping at my lip and moaning when I deepen it to better consume her. I’m like an addict taking a hit of my drug of choice, welcoming the tug of my hair, the way her thighs tighten around me, and swallowing the needy moans and whines that begin to break free before we’ve even crossed the threshold to her room .
The possibility of anyone hearing the sounds that would unman me if I wasn’t so focused on Juno has me marching into her room, my foot kicking the door shut with a muted thud. Then I’m tearing her jacket away like it’s offended my ancestors, dying to feel her skin on mine, wanting her heat and scent all over me.
Juno breathlessly laughs against my mouth, helping me shed the leather from her body before moaning when I tighten my hold on her ass and stroke my tongue against hers, needing her taste and scent to fill every single one of my senses.
It takes some herculean effort to pull back, but I manage it, only to growl, “As fucking gorgeous as you are in ass-hugging jeans, I need you out of them. Out of everything, actually.”
“You’ll have to put me down to make that happen,” she tenses for a whole two seconds before she forces herself to relax and murmur against my mouth, like she’s just as reluctant to part as I am.
A grin teases my lips, but I do as I’m told, awkwardly navigating the small space until I find the edge of the bed. It’s only then that I release my hold on my girl, lying her on the bed before crawling on top of her. My mouth is latched to hers the in the next breath, her addictive lips luring me in before I can peel any article of clothing from her body.
As soon as I’ve pinned her to the bed, Juno’s hands begin to wander. It’s almost innocent at first, her fevered touch roaming over my back over my shirt at a pace that’s completely contradictory to the way she’s kissing me. It’s as though she’s reminding herself that I’m real, much like I had before, and I can’t help but prove it to her by resting some of my weight on her, effectively pinning her to the bed. It’s only then that the little minx sneaks her hands beneath my shirt.
The first touch of her skin against mine sets my insides on fire, and a fierce need damn near bowls me the fuck over. My purr rattles out of my chest at the first touch, and Juno moans against my mouth as she flattens her palms over my back before she explores every ridge and divot, mapping me out with her touch alone as she melts beneath me.
“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted your hands on me,” I breathe once I’m able to finally pull my lips from hers.
“Since I came back?” she pants, pretty blue eyes glassy as they blink up at me.
I shake my head. “Since I hit puberty and learned what sex was.”
Juno blinks at me for a moment, stunned, before she suddenly laughs so loud that I can’t help but grin, my heart soaring at the sound and sight I never thought I’d be blessed with again.
“I was always touching you before I left,” she reminds me, that soft, happy little smile on her face that makes me feel like the richest man on the fucking earth. I want that smile to stay for always, and I’d give my left nut sack to make that happen.
I lean in and rub my nose against hers before confessing, “And as much as I loved that, how comfortable and at home you were with us, I’ve wanted you touching me and me touching you in far less innocent ways since I discovered boobs.”
“Is this you saying you want to touch my boobs?” she teases breathlessly, the air thickening around us further still with her sweetness, her perfume full of sugar and sex and everything I want to devour.
I flash a grin. “I won’t ever turn down the opportunity to touch your boobs, Angel.”
She laughs again, and my heart warms at the sound, my lips brushing hers while she soothes my soul with her amusement.
Surprising me, Juno nips at my lower lip, and a growl vibrates through my chest at the same time I start purring for her again, and I swear her eyes roll to the back of her head. But then she’s wrapping her legs around me, tugging me close, and whispering, “Then you should probably do something about it. ”
“Gladly,” I respond, giving her a hard kiss before tearing away from her, sitting on the heels of my boots before eyeing the vision before me.
Lying on dark-purple sheets, comforters and fluffy blankets that match her hair, Juno looks up at me from desire-filled eyes, her full lips twitching with a suppressed smile. Her shirt has ridden up enough to reveal a strip of bare skin, pale in complexion but not entirely smooth. My jaw clenches, and I make a note to mention it when I’m not about to fall into everything that is my girl, and focus on the vision before me. Hip bones are prominent above the waistband of the jeans that have been wreaking havoc on my control all night, and toned thighs remain snug around my waist like she’s almost afraid to let me go.
Taking the offer for what it is, I reach out to touch her, my hands instantly going to her bare stomach. Juno sucks in a sharp breath the moment my fingers trace several raised scars, and my gaze flicks to hers, finding her watching raptly as my hands trail slowly upward, taking her shirt with them. Her lip is tucked between her teeth with worry, but I can’t seem to pull away, to reassure her with words. Instead, I let instincts rule. If I’m going to show her how fucking beautiful she is, it’ll be with actions instead of words.
So, with my heart beating thunderously with every inch of skin revealed and a want so desperate forcing my breaths out in pants, I splay my whole hand against her, my purr intensifying when I feel her flesh beneath my palm.
My cock is already hard and aching from what little I’ve teased her with tonight, just one look from her turning me rigid, but now? Hell, I’m falling apart at the seams. I’m hard enough that the zipper of my jeans has become my mortal enemy, the knot at the base of my shaft already begging for her. And that right there snaps whatever slow and gentle tactic I was attempting. If my girl wants slow and gentle, she can find it with my brother or packmates, because right now? Right now, I just fucking need her and whatever the hell she’s willing to offer .
With that thread snapped, I practically shove her shirt up and over her head, revealing lace-encased breasts, no more than a handful, but the perfect amount to have my mouth watering and my hands twitching to touch.
Sensing the urgency, Juno doesn’t bother wasting another second with her worry, her nimble fingers unlatching the button and lowering the zipper to her jeans before she starts shoving them from her body. Creamy and slightly marred skin is revealed inch by inch, and I’m transfixed by the sight. Tight jeans cuffed around her thighs, she lies in nothing but matching lace panties that beg to be torn off. I have to swallow hard to beat back the urge to grip them in my fists and shred them, baring her completely.
“You’ll need to help if you plan on doing anything more than stare,” Juno quietly informs, a note of teasing in her words, but there’s something else there. Something soft and vulnerable and mine .
Gaze snapping from the part of her body I’ve only been acquainted with once and plan on rectifying, I peer at her from beneath my eyelashes and my purr kicks up once more when I find her watching me with hints of insecurity and worry.
That won’t do.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Juniper,” I rasp, hands reaching for her, fingers trailing over her stomach and ribs, the pads of my fingertips teasing the underwire of the bra that toes the line between sexy and sweet. “Fucking stunning.”
Sure enough, her perfume spreads all through the room at the compliment, and I can’t help but grin down at her, enjoying the way she blushes enough to stain her cheeks and chest a pretty pink color that suits her just as much as her purple hair.
“My girl likes compliments, huh?” I wonder, my voice sounding like I’ve been gargling on gravel, laced with arousal.
Juno shakes her head, and my hands pause and my eyebrows pinch, but she washes away the confusion when she admits, “As nice as they are, it’s the way you’re looking at me while you offer them that does it for me.”
“And how am I looking at you, Angel?” I push, finding myself desperate for the answer.
“Like I’m yours,” she whispers.
“You always have been,” I confirm before I’m pressing my lips against hers, trapping a gasp between us as I pour my soul into the kiss to drive home the truth of my words.
Like that kiss flips something in her, Juno kisses me just as hard, unlatching her legs enough to kick off her heels and jeans, all without once parting her mouth from mine. The moment she’s free, she bands those glorious legs back around my waist and tugs me against her, my body lining with hers in a way that makes it obvious to her, to me, and to the man on the fucking moon how badly I want her and how deeply she affects me.
Moaning against my mouth when she feels the hardened evidence that I’m absolutely losing my shit, Juno tears her mouth away and breathlessly demands, “Get naked, Lowie. Right fucking now.”
It’s the slight whine in her voice that has me backing away and making quick work of my clothes. My shirt is on the floor in a matter of seconds, my boots and socks kicked off in whatever direction they fly, my pants following moments later. It isn’t until I’m down to my boxers that I take a moment to appreciate Juno sprawled over her bed, looking like every single wet dream I’ve ever had. A wet dream made even better when she reaches behind her and unlatches her bra, peeling it away and throwing it to the floor to join the rest of our clothes.
“Jesus, Juno,” I grit, biting my lip as I trail my gaze all over her, all while breathing deeply enough to take in heavy hits of her perfume that welcomingly clings to my skin. She’s sin incarnate in nothing but black, lacy panties, her chest heaving with her needy pants as she eyes me just as thoroughly. Her gaze almost feels like a physical touch, caressing every inch of skin she devours .
But then she goes and bites her lip as those pale eyes dip lower, finding my shaft straining against the material of my boxers, and I’m absolutely done for. Ruined. Fucked six ways to Sunday. Colossally folded for this fucking girl, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kneeling on the bed between her splayed legs, heart thundering painfully in my chest, I slowly crawl over my girl, enjoying the way her own chest heaves with her quick breaths. I smirk, knowing she’s just as affected even without a heat spike, before leaning over her pelvis and pressing a kiss to the skin just above the line of her teasing panties.
The swift inhale and release of perfume makes me groan against her, my kisses turning into small nips as I make my way up her body, creating a trail of bites and open-mouthed kisses along every inch of scarred skin I can reach.
By the time I’m lying over her, her chest is heaving, and those sparkling blues are filled with enough arousal that my dick twitches with a desperate need to be inside her. Just remembering the thought of my fingers plunged into that incredible slick heat has my entire body tightening with longing, the same longing painted over every inch of Juniper’s gorgeous face.
Leaning close enough that my mouth brushes hers when I speak, I damn near plead as I say, “You’ll have to tell me how far you’re willing to let me take this, Angel. I need you desperately enough that I’ll have you on all fours and screaming my name before you can take your next breath, but only if you tell me that’s what you want. At this point, I’ll do whatever the fuck that pretty mouth asks, so tell me what you want.”
The breath stutters out of her in a whoosh of warm air that licks my mouth with her sweet scent, and my chest rumbles in approval. Her chest is pressed snugly against mine while her tight part that little bit more before her legs band around my waist, the heels of her dainty feet tugging me closer with a strength that surprises me for only a moment before I’m grinning down at her .
“I want you,” she breathes, eyelashes fluttering closed, a pretty blush staining her cheeks as though she’s embarrassed of how breathy she sounds. Not that I fucking mind, because any sound she makes gets me harder than steel. But it’s only when she opens those pretty eyes and makes a sweet little stutter that I understand the pink stain that begs to be kissed. “I want all of you, Low, but I’ve never— this is— Fucking A, why is this so awkward?”
I freeze on top of her, my lungs clenching off their air supply while my heart stalls painfully in my chest, all while my brain tries to grasp exactly what it is she’s trying and failing to tell me. It takes a solid five seconds before the lightbulb goes off in my head and I stare down at my girl in equal parts shock and animalistic approval when I rasp, “You’ve never been with anyone?”
Slowly, Juno shakes her head, that plump lip tucked between her teeth again, and I want to beat my chest and scream from the fucking rooftops at the sight of her. The mere knowledge that no one has had the precious gift of taking her for the first time. And she makes it all the sweeter when she confesses, “Other than last night with you and Leylan, that’s the closest I’ve been to being with anyone at all. I’m not much of a people person, if you didn’t already know, and no one ever felt right getting to know well enough to go there. Plus, the hiding from the psycho family kind of ruined any attempt I would have made if I had been interested. As it was, you five have had my attention, heart, and fucking soul since—”
I can’t even let her finish, the need that’s coiling tightly in my body like a readying serpent gearing to strike leading my movements. My mouth is on Juno’s so quickly that she gasps in surprise, her words cut off by my mouth devouring hers. I should probably slow down now that I know she still blissfully has her virginity intact, but I’m a bastard, because all I can think about is the tightness of her body and how it clenched down so tightly that I could only just about keep moving thanks to her slick. And now I know why she fit around my fingers like a vise, blood roaring in my ears with the rush of pleasure that sends through every molecule of my being .
We’re both breathing hard when I pull away, and my voice comes out strained when I tell her, “You sure you want me, Angel?”
“I’m sure,” she rushes, like she didn’t even have to think about it. My heart warms, even as a bone-deep worry burrows beneath the surface of my need for her.
“It’s your first time,” I try to reason, giving it my best shot despite the roar of disapproval that rings in my head at the idea of anyone but me being her first. Like I said, I’m a bastard. It’s why I have to grit through my teeth as I try again. “It should be soft, and slow, and sweet. Maybe of the others—”
Juno’s laughter interrupts my efforts, a beautiful, lazy grin blooming over her face, and I relax instantly even as my chest tightens at the sight.
“Lowie, when have you ever known me to do something I didn’t want to do?” she asks with a place of sweetness and a side of sass. “Leaving not included, because that wasn’t my decision.”
I sigh like I’m troubled, rubbing my nose against hers with every ounce of affection I have for her, and mutter, “You make a good point. You’re as stubborn as a mule.”
“Exactly,” she almost whispers, her legs tightening around me before she continues. “So, trust me to make this particular decision, knowing it’s exactly who I want, what I want it with, and how I want it. Your cock. Inside me. Hard, deep, and mind-numbing. If I’m not chanting your name or silently screaming before coming hard enough to see stars, then I’m having a redo. As many times as it takes until I get what I want. Which, again, is you .”
Fucking. Hell.
I knew Juno got off on dirty talk. I felt the evidence myself, her body clamping down with every filthy word uttered. What I didn’t know is that she could dish it out just as well, rendering me speechless for all of five seconds before I choke, “Game fucking on, Angel.”