Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Juliet pictured Harrison’s face as she lunged forward at Laura while they fenced, using far more force than she typically did.
Oh, she always wanted to win, and she always tried her damndest. But Laura had been fencing since she was a child, and it was rare for Juliet to outdo her.
Today, she’d suggested it because she’d needed a physical outlet.
She’d returned from her second-to-last tour date – the final would be the day before Christmas Eve, in a week and a half – only to find that Harrison had rearranged her schedule. And, technically, he could. Because technically, she still was obligated to give him one more show this year.
And, of course, he’d scheduled it on Christmas Eve, for his Christmas at the Ranch Festival.
All because of the sky-high success of “Porchlight.” Of course, he would never invite Darcy there to duet with her.
Not that she wanted Darcy anywhere near her family with a ten-foot pole, for the sake of everyone involved.
Juliet detested holidays in Texas with her family.
Every year she went and put on the expected happy smile because otherwise she knew she’d have hell to pay.
But normally, Harrison had already cashed in on all of his contractual obligations by the end of the year, and she could resolutely not go to his stupid – she parried – fucking – she riposted – festival.
Laura called the end of their spar, breathing heavily as she tilted her foil down and took off her mask. “Are you actively trying to injure me or…?”
Juliet whipped her own mask off, feeling sweaty and entirely unsatisfied. “Sorry,” she bit off, genuinely feeling remorseful, but she was so damn keyed up.
She detested it. She detested Harrison. Sometimes, like now, she detested her mother for marrying him. And she detested even herself because – because she knew she owed a lot to him. He reminded her of it enough, didn’t he?
Ugh.
Laura’s expression shouted with sympathy. She held her arms open. “All right, go for it. But you’re obviously going to pay for the hospital bills.”
Juliet’s lips pinched together. “As much as I appreciate the offer, you are far from the person I want to tear apart right now. But thanks.”
Laura’s lips pulled into a soft look that was between a smile and a wince. “You want me to do something unhinged? Send one of those glitter bombs to his house?”
“Yes, I would. But Harrison never opens his own mail,” she muttered, darkly.
Laura blinked back at her. “Who the hell opens his mail for him?”
“His assistant.” Juliet turned around and took an angry pull from her water bottle.
Harrison did very little himself. He had people all around him that he controlled like puppets on strings to do whatever he wanted.
To play with his power and feel satisfied at his control over as many people as possible.
“Have I ever told you that I’m appreciative you don’t have me open your mail?” Laura asked.
She snorted, before she reached up and rubbed her temples. She was trying to physically work out her stress and frustration to ward off the migraine she felt brewing, but…
“At least I have it on good authority that a certain trio is still in town, finishing up filming their music video…” Laura teased, a hopeful edge sliding into her voice.
Admittedly, Juliet did perk up at that.
If she’d learned anything over the last month, it was that Darcy really could take her mind off of just about anything.
Juliet – 2:22P.M.
We’re still on tonight
An eager satisfaction worked through her when she saw Darcy look at her message right away. Even more so when she saw Darcy typing a response right away.
Juliet had started responding to Darcy’s texts alerting her when she’d be in L.A. – and once, when Darcy had been in Houston coinciding with the same night Juliet was performing there – without hesitation.
Mostly because she’d responded late once, and Darcy had ended up getting roped into a dinner with some producers from the label. Juliet had been left sour and unsatiated, and Darcy had needled her about it.
So it felt really damn good to see that Darcy felt the same urgency to get back to her.
Thief – 2:22P.M.
Is that a question or…
Juliet – 2:22P.M.
No. I’m telling you
Unless you have a better offer again.
Thief – 2:23P.M.
It was literally one time
I need to go back to the shoot
Yes, to answer your not-question, I’ll be there tonight. What time?
Juliet – 2:23P.M.
As soon as you’re done there
“Is your friend coming over tonight?” Laura joked, her eyes glinting.
Juliet wrinkled her nose at the term friend to describe Darcy. Maybe it wasn’t wrong. She supposed? But it also didn’t feel right.
“Don’t call her that,” she said, simply. “But yes.”
“Thank god. I’d have kept going with you if you needed me to, but I really didn’t want to.”
“You’re released from your duties,” Juliet granted.
She would soon have a far more enjoyable way to release her frustrations.
Darcy loved to make Juliet come in her mouth.
It was apparent to Juliet by now that sustaining herself by licking and sucking every ounce of pleasure from Juliet’s pussy was Darcy’s favorite thing sexually.
She’d never said so outright, but it was made clear by the sounds she always made, and that glassy, almost intoxicated look in her eyes during, and the way she whined in complaint when Juliet inevitably had to stop her.
The same sound escaped Darcy’s throat, now. A little low, a little desperate, a lot wanting, as she reached for Juliet’s hips.
She pushed Darcy’s hands away, firmly, as she scooted up on her bed and got to her knees to get to her bedside table. “Enough.”
After all, she’d really had to face the fact that she never really knew when was going to be enough with Darcy.
With Darcy, once certainly never was. She’d wondered the first couple of times if it was because of the newness of it all.
But now, she knew. Usually, it was only truly enough when Darcy ended up falling asleep, hours in.
Darcy knew how to play Juliet’s body the way she expertly played guitar or piano. And, much like the instruments she’d now watched Darcy play, she sang for Darcy exactly as was intended.
She almost wished she could be annoyed about it. Unfortunately, she was too busy coming so hard she could barely breathe.
Darcy was already naked, her body like an ancient Greek sculpture as she stood from where she’d been kneeling next to Juliet’s bed. Her chin was soaked as she frowned at Juliet. “Just one?”
There was a fucking pout on her lips, and Juliet chuckled, lowly. “Greedy.”
But she couldn’t deny it; there was nothing headier, more arousing than being wanted so badly.
Than knowing that if she would let Darcy, she’d spend the entire night between her legs, likely until Darcy fell asleep down there, cheek on Juliet’s inner-thigh.
And… something about that was very enticing.
Both sexually and in the way that made her feel a little too soft.
Maybe one day, she’d test that theory to see how long it would take.
Not tonight, though.
“For now,” she threw Darcy an arched look over her shoulder. “Because I want this.”
She turned, presenting Darcy with the harness they’d now broken in several times, and a new dildo she’d bought this afternoon after confirming Darcy would be coming over.
Darcy’s pout faded in an instant. Gone. Replaced by a hunger that matched the one Juliet felt roaring inside of her.
Thankfully, because she was still so – so – so worked up.
Normally, she could shake off whenever she felt this kind of way about Harrison or the stunts he pulled. Normally, she would silently rage, but then let it go.
Tonight, she just…
Tonight, she craved Darcy fucking it out of her.
She handed Darcy the strap, then stayed exactly where she was to watch her put it on. There was something so utterly, mind-meltingly hot about Darcy wearing the harness around her curvy hips. Juliet licked her lips.
She might have just come, but her clit hadn’t stopped throbbing with need.
Darcy paused after adjusting the straps, holding the toy in her hand as she cocked her head. “Bigger,” she commented.
“A little,” she acknowledged, feeling herself clench from the anticipation. Her throat ran dry, her hands shaking slightly from what she knew would be coming.
Her, specifically, all over Darcy buried deep inside of her.
She’d known going into tonight that she’d wanted bigger, and she wanted it hard, fast, and right on the good side of pain/pleasure.
“I think you can handle it,” she murmured, reclining down onto her mattress, pulling a pillow down under her hips, unable to take her eyes off of Darcy as she got situated.
Darcy’s eyes were dark, the color high in her cheeks as she climbed back onto the bed. “I never said I couldn’t.”
As Darcy moved over her, bracketing Juliet’s thighs with her knees and her head with her hands, Juliet reclined even lower, until she was supine against the bed.
This position already made the tension build in her core. She fucking loved this, she thought, as she brought her hands up, smoothing them down Darcy’s soft back. Feeling her lithe muscles shifting slightly.
Yes, Darcy was the one wearing the strap. Yes, Darcy was on top of her. Yes, Darcy would – physically – be controlling things. But Juliet was in charge.
Darcy Kincaid was settled between her open thighs, the tip of the strap pressing her clit in a way that already made her shudder, but she didn’t move, yet. She didn’t do anything until Juliet told her to.
She dug her short fingernails into Darcy’s shoulders, watching the way Darcy’s lips parted on a gasp. Because – possibly the most arousing thing – Darcy liked it this way. Maybe even more than Juliet did.
“What do you want?” Darcy’s voice was like smoke as she dipped her head down, pausing just before she touched Juliet’s lips with her own.
Her fingernails dug into Darcy’s back again, a whine escaping the back of her throat before she could stop it.