20. Chapter 20
Mine.
That was either the smartest or the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. The jury’s still out. But I feel happier right now than I’ve felt in months. Maybe years.
Ten more days . That should be enough to get this obsession with Juliette McNamara out of my system, right?
My hand rests on her bare thigh as I navigate through the thicket of trees, my thumb drawing lazy circles on her smooth flesh. Juliette’s wearing her silver bikini top and those hot little fringed shorts that had me biting my knuckle when she walked out of the cottage with them on this morning.
“What’s your favorite animal?” she asks.
“Hmm, dogs are cool, I guess. What about you?”
“Goats,” she replies without pause, and it makes me laugh. I’ve begun to expect the unexpected with Juliette.
“What do you like about goats?”
“Besides the fact that they’re freaking adorable?” she asks, squeezing my forearm. “Well, they’re nature’s weed eaters. Just put a couple goats in your yard, and they take care of everything.”
“Do you have any goats?” I ask.
“Oh, heavens no. My backyard is way too small. One day I’d like a big backyard where I can put a couple goats and sit on the back porch and watch them run and jump and play.” She giggles, and damn, she is so cute . “I may or may not follow, like, ten different goat accounts on Instagram.”
“I hope you—” I’m cut off when the vehicle begins to make a whining noise. “What the hell is that?”
Juliette scrunches her face. “Might be the starter.” She leans over and looks at the display before tapping her finger on a lit up symbol. “Uh-oh.”
“Battery light,” I groan, pulling the car over again.
Popping the hood release switch, I hop out of the vehicle and lift it.
I’m not a mechanic, but maybe I can see if there’s anything obvious going on.
Juliette appears beside me, peering in at the engine.
A quick glance beneath the hood tells me I have no fucking clue what’s wrong so I pull out my phone.
“I’ll call the resort, and they’ll send someone to get us.” I tap on the screen and frown when I’m unable to get a signal. “I’m going to walk up on that rise and see if I can get my phone to work. Stay right here,” I tell Juliette, giving her a reassuring kiss on the lips.
Turning to the right, I make my way up the hill, praying I can get in touch with someone. If not, we’ll have to walk back. It would be faster if I just ran the last couple miles, but I’d feel uncomfortable leaving Juliette by herself. Nope. Not doing that.
Five minutes later, I trudge back down the hill, annoyed that I still couldn’t get a signal.
Probably because of all the damn trees. When I reach the road, my feet falter when I see Juliette with her head beneath the hood, and I break into a jog.
What the hell is she doing? She’s going to hurt herself.
“Hey,” she says, shooting me a look over her shoulder when she hears me. “I found the problem. The alternator belt slipped off.”
“I, uh, what?”
“Alternator belt,” she repeats, turning her attention back to the engine. That’s when I notice she’s holding a socket wrench.
“Where did you get that?” I ask suspiciously.
“Toolbox in the back,” she says all nonchalantly. “Can you turn on the light on your phone, pretty please? ”
I should tell her not to mess with anything, but all I can do is hold my light up and stare dumbfounded while she loosens a bolt on what seems to be the alternator.
Then she stuffs the wrench into the back pocket of her jean shorts and starts to work the dark-gray belt back over the pulleys.
A faded red rag hangs out of the other pocket.
What in the fucking fuck is going on right now?
My eyes return to her backside. The bottoms of her cheeks are hanging out the bottom of her shorts, which is sexy enough in itself, but then I focus on the tool in her pocket.
For some reason, this whole scene—Juliette bent over with her legs spread, working on the Jeep’s engine with a socket wrench in those tiny shorts—makes my cock lengthen in my swim trunks.
It’s so effing hot.
“Almost done,” she updates, tilting her head a little to smile at me, and I notice a smudge of grease on her cheek.
Apparently, my dick also finds this incredibly sexy because it hardens to full mast. Then she pulls the wrench from her pocket, flicks the lever to reverse the direction, and proceeds to tighten the bolt back in place.
Goddamn, I think I’m in love.
“How did you learn how to do this?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes off the curve of her back, the sway of her hips, the muscles bunching in her shoulder as she works.
“Dad’s a mechanic,” she replies, giving the most adorable grunt as she finishes tightening. “I used his office at his shop to do my homework after school because my younger siblings were kinda rowdy and distracted me. After I was done, he let me work with him. I picked up a few things.”
“A few things,” I repeat as she slams the hood down.
Juliette turns and looks up at my face, which I’m sure looks pretty stunned right now. “Yeah, and when I was a teenager, he gave me a part-time job to make spending cash, so I learned a little more. Plugging tires, oil changes, stuff like that. Why are you looking at me like that? ”
“Because I’m so fucking turned on right now, I could put a dent in this vehicle with my cock,” I growl.
Her eyebrows rise, and then a sly smile creeps across her lips. “Is it this?” she asks, lifting the socket wrench and stroking the handle of it in a very suggestive manner with one fist.
I chuckle. “It’s all of it.”
“You should see me with an impact wrench or a power drill,” she shoots back sassily.
“Huh. Did I just hear you say you want to get drilled?” I ask, stepping closer and resting my hands on her bare waist.
Juliette giggles and runs her hands down my stomach, leaving streaks of grease in her path. “I do believe that’s what I said.” She cups my crotch. “Wow, that’s quite a drill bit you’re packing, sir.”
Mother of god… this woman.
She completely matches my sexual energy and brings a playfulness to our interactions that I haven’t experienced before. I lean down for a slow kiss.
“There’s nothing sexier than a capable woman, Juliette.”
Her eyebrows form a shadow over her pretty eyes. “Glad you think so. I’ve been told by men that it’s not very feminine to work on cars.”
“Fuck them and their insecure asses,” I bite out, rubbing the frown lines between her eyes until they fade away. “I’ve never seen anything more feminine than you with a wrench in the pocket of those little shorts. Or with engine grease on your face.”
“Oh crap.” She reaches up to swipe at the smear, but I still her with my hand around her wrist.
“No. Leave it.”
“So you’re into capable femininity?” she asks skeptically, and I nod before placing my palm on the vehicle’s hood behind her. The metal is hot to the touch.
“If the drill bit in my pants hasn’t convinced you, I guess I’ll have to show you how much it turns me on.” I smack her ass, and she squeals in surprise. “Be right back. Lose the shorts.”
Taking the wrench from her, I round the Jeep and put it back in the toolbox. Then I snag a few towels and leave my phone in the console. When I come back to the front, I see Juliette has followed my order, standing there naked from the waist down.
I lay out the towels on the hood before lifting her to sit on them. “Lie back and spread your legs,” I command, and my cock surges when she complies, giving me a gorgeous view of her pink pussy.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, bending my head to drag my tongue straight up her center. She tastes so damn good. There’s a slight saltiness from our swim, but I can also taste myself in that little spot of paradise between her legs.
And that’s something I’ve never experienced since I’ve never come inside a woman before. Not even Leia. Because I didn’t trust her. At this point, I can’t even remember why I’d been with her in the first place, much less why I’d almost married her.
It had never been like this with Leia, this overwhelming connection that made me want to lose myself in another human. Give her all my time and attention. Watch her fall apart on my mouth. Sure, I’ve always tried to be a generous lover, but with Juliette…
Fuck, I’ve been taken over by her. She’s woven a spell around me that I find impossible to break. Not that I want to break it. No, I relish the fact that she fucking owns me.
I drive my tongue inside her sweet channel, and she cries out my name. I’ve never heard a more enthralling sound than my name on her perfect lips.
With her hands clenching my hair, I bury my face between Juliette’s legs, tongue-fucking her slowly before sliding up to lap at her clit. The little button pulses to the same beat as my heart, and I ease two fingers inside her hot little cunt.
“Fuck, Reno. That’s… that’s so good.”
“Eyes on me, dream girl. I want you to watch me devour this pussy while you come all over my goddamn face. ”
She moans and rises up on her elbows, locking eyes with me as I go back to the very important task of driving her to that peak of bliss. I lick. I suck. I fuck her with my fingers as her nostrils flare and her bare heels dig into my shoulders with her impending orgasm.
When I can tell she’s right on the precipice, I wrap my lips around her clit and curl my fingers to press against that most sensitive area inside her, sending her over the edge.
A flock of birds takes flight from the trees when Juliette screams my name. Her eyelids droop, but she never breaks eye contact with me as she pants out the rest of her release.
The bottom of my face is soaked with her desire when I finally lift my head and give her a final soft kiss. Then I lift her, set her on her feet, and spin her around to face the Jeep.
“Bend over and spread your legs,” I tell her gruffly. My dick is straining for her, and I lower my shorts to give myself a few rough pulls. Juliette's ass is presented beautifully for me, round and supple as she lays her chest against the towel-covered hood. “I’m going to fuck you raw again.”
“Yes. Please,” she whimpers, and I stroke a hand up and down her back while swirling the head of my dick through her wetness. Then I push in on one swift thrust, groaning at the heat and snugness of her.
“Goddamn, you’re like silk around me,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “And so fucking tight.”
Juliette flashes a pretty smile over her shoulder. “Because your drill bit is enormous.”
“Smartass,” I tell her, smacking the globe of her ass, and she clenches around me. Hmmm. “You like when I spank you, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Be rough with me.”
Fuck me .
Gripping her hips, I pull out to the tip and slam back in. She pushes back against me, and I swat her butt again. “You want me to treat you like a dirty little slut, dream girl?”
“Mmm, yes. I’m such a slut for you.”
Another spank, another rough thrust. The sunbeams seeping through the canopy of trees highlight the gorgeous pink of her ass from my hand. “Only for me. Say it.”
“Only for you,” she agrees.
I trace each bump of her spine with my fingers until I reach her head and wrap my fist around her long blonde braid. “Put your hands behind your back,” I order, and she does. With my free hand, I clasp both of her wrists and hold them against her lower back.
“God this is so hot,” she pants, her cheek flush against one of the towels beneath her.
“Say my name while I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” I pull almost all the way out and pause, waiting for her response.
“Reno,” she whines, “my pussy is yours. Only yours.”
Those words turn my cock into a tool made for her pleasure. Holding her hair in one hand and her wrists with the other, I ride her hard and fast. My desire to make her mine morphs into its own entity, an unrelenting need.
“You. Are. Mine,” I growl. And right there on a deserted island road, I claim her, fucking into her with so much force the Jeep rocks and creaks with each movement.
The aroma of hard sex blends with the sweet flora surrounding us and drives me further over the edge of obsession. “Mine, mine, mine,” I chant as I rail her from behind, my hips making loud slaps against her perfect ass.
“Yes, yours. And you’re mine,” she demands right back, effectively topping me from the bottom.
“Damn straight,” I agree, releasing her wrists and leaning over her back. Despite the crude roughness of the act, I need to be close to her. Need to feel the sweat of her skin mingling with my own.
Because even though the impending deadline of our time together grows closer with each passing moment, right now, we do belong to each other .
Juliette’s fingers close around the towels as I put every muscle in my thick thighs and muscled ass into the pounding I’m giving her. I’m claiming her body, but I crave more. So I take her mouth in a searing kiss as we both near our completion.
And when we both fall into the sweet oblivion of our mutual orgasms, I whisper against her lips one more time…
“Mine.”