Chapter 36
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
LOOT
Being inside Juliette is an out-of-body experience that I didn’t even know was possible. I understand why men would kill, maim, hunt, and conquer for a woman. I would do that for her, to be with her, to be near her, to feel her this way.
My gaze stays connected to hers as I press her body against the wall and begin to move inside her. It’s not fucking. I don’t know what this is, but it’s not fucking, that’s for damn sure.
One of her hands curls around the back of my neck, her fingers gripping the strands there as she holds on to me. Her other hand is wrapped around my bicep as her nails dig into me there through my shirt.
“Please, Slade,” she murmurs.
“You feel fucking amazing. I don’t want to come too soon,” I grind out
That’s a fucking fact, too. This night has been goddamn wild, and I did not expect this shit to happen. I wasn’t planning on her even being here, let alone standing just outside the clubhouse, almost as if she was waiting for me.
Like she knew I needed this… needed her.
I’m not sure if that’s fate or whatever it is, but I do need her right now more than she could ever know, more than I would ever fucking tell her. She’s primed and ready to come, her body warm and wet, waiting for me, begging for me.
Grinding my pelvis against her clit, I hear her breath hitch. I pull almost completely out of her before I slam back inside, grinding my pelvis against her clit again. Even though my control is hanging on by a thread, I’m fueled by both adrenaline and desire.
I don’t stop. I continue to move, my eyes never leaving hers. I was serious when I said I wanted to watch her come. The only problem is, this position is great for me getting off but a little more difficult to give her clit the attention it needs to finish her.
I continue to move inside her, grinding my pelvis again before I release one of my hands from her thighs and slip it between us. My thumb finds her clit, and I work her there, drawing circles and pressing firmly as I continue to move, harder and faster with each thrust, and then I feel it.
She opens her mouth, gasping as her eyes widen. I know she’s there, right on the edge, and it’s my job to tip her over. Clenching my jaw, gnashing my teeth together, I don’t stop moving. I don’t stop the pressure on her clit. She’s so close, I can almost taste it.
Then I feel my back tingle, my balls draw up, and I know I’m close myself. Almost too damn close. But then her head falls back, her eyes close, and I feel her pussy squeeze me.
Her cunt strangles me.
“Fuck,” I cry out, the sound echoing around us.
I don’t know how or why, but the orgasm rips through me like it never has before, my cock pulsing as I empty inside her. Stilling, I bury myself deep as I come. I fill her with my release, then bury my face against the side of her throat as I let out another groan—unmoving.
Lifting my head slightly, I look at her face, watching as her eyes open. Her lips curve up into a smile, her blue eyes searching mine for a moment. Then she leans forward, and I feel her lips press against my own.
I shift my head back slightly, breaking the kiss, and my gaze searches hers. “I have a son,” I announce. “He’s ten.”
She blinks. Once, twice, three times. I don’t move away from her, though. Even as my cock softens, I can’t seem to leave her body. I like it here. I like being this close to her. Fucking fifty years old, and goddamn, but I’ve never felt this way.
“A son?” she asks. Then, before I can respond, she continues. “So that’s who was on your bike tonight?”
“You saw that?”
She hums, placing her hand on the center of my chest before she slides it up my body, her fingers curling around the side of my neck. My gaze flicks from hers to her lips, then back to hers again.
“I saw that,” she whispers.
I can’t help but wonder if she saw Destinee being hauled off to the house in the back. I don’t ask her that, though. I don’t want to know, and I don’t want to admit what I’ve done, at least not to her. The last thing I want to do is scare the shit out of her.
Slipping from her body, I decide that I can’t have this part of the conversation when I’m balls deep inside her. Tugging my jeans up, I watch as she finds her shorts and shimmies them up her legs.
Reaching down to the ground, I grab her torn panties and shove them into my pocket. I don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but they’re mine now.
“I have full and complete custody of him, or I’m working on it anyway. I had partial, but his mom vanished, abandoned him. Cade is mine, and he’s going to be part of any woman’s life who shares mine.”
Her lips slowly curve up into a soft smile, then she reaches out and takes the corner of my cut between her fingers, moving them back and forth against the leather. I watch her, wondering what she’s thinking and, for whatever fucking reason, hoping that she’s all in on this with me.
I don’t even fucking know her, yet here I am, hoping that she’ll be cool with being in Cade’s life. Not that I want them to be best friends or have her replace his mother, but I want them to at least know one another, because even after being inside her minutes ago, I already want her again.
She gives me a small smile as her gaze searches mine. “I don’t know much about kids, but if he’s yours, I bet he’s great.”
“He’s better than I could ever imagine being.” And that is the fucking truth. “That being said, maybe we can do something this weekend, the three of us?”
“I would like that,” she whispers. “I would like to spend time with you, any time with you.”
Chuckling softly, I shift closer to her, brushing my lips across hers. “You can spend the night with me, Jules. All fucking night.”
She lets out a shaky breath, and it’s the sexiest thing ever. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me, then touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside.
I taste her thoroughly, then lift my head, my gaze on hers. “I’d like that,” she whispers. "A lot."
“Pack a bag, Jules. You’re staying at my place this weekend.”