Chapter 36 #2
She’d been looking forward to taking Darcy back home, feeling Darcy’s mouth and hands all over her. Feeling the way the desire surged between them until both of them completely burned out, collapsing together.
She’d been looking forward to having Darcy back here, in her house, in her bed. Being with her while Darcy was touring, in the hotel beds, wasn’t the same as having her here.
It was symmetry in the purest form, she supposed, as she paced, wondering when Darcy would arrive. If she would arrive, the same way she’d done the first night they’d slept together.
Her heart leapt to her throat when the door opened and Darcy walked in.
Her heels were in her hand, and Juliet… loved that.
Darcy came to an abrupt halt when she realized Juliet was obviously standing right there. “How long have you been standing there? Were you waiting for me?”
She wanted to give Darcy a flippant denial. “Yes,” she shot back, instead, unable to lie. “And I’ve been waiting here since I got home twenty minutes ago.”
Darcy lowered her heels to the floor, lifting a sharp eyebrow up at her. “Why?”
“Why?” She repeated back to her, irate. What a ridiculous question. “I guess because I didn’t even know if you were coming here.”
Darcy’s green eyes glittered back at her, narrowing. And there it was, the same agitation she’d had earlier. Apparently, she’d been able to put it aside for the premiere, but it was still there.
Juliet almost celebrated seeing it, glad she and Darcy were now matching one another’s energy.
“Our plan tonight was for me to come here. Why wouldn’t I?” Darcy asked, angling her jaw defiantly. “I always do what I say I will.”
Juliet worked her jaw back and forth, the heat pulsing through her. The raw, unfiltered jealousy, something she’d never felt before. Not like this.
“Did you want to come back here tonight?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Darcy snapped, tossing her hands into the air. “I’m not the one who changed the plan tonight, Juliet.”
“The plan was always for us to leave the party separately,” she pointed out. Juliet had methodically planned that, weeks ago. “But we were supposed to leave at the same time.”
“Well, I got a little caught up. But as soon as I realized what time it was, I left. And here I am.”
Juliet wanted to – to shout. She didn’t. She wanted to cry. She certainly didn’t. She wanted… she wanted Darcy. All of her. And she didn’t want it to be like this.
Reaching up, she rubbed her temples, forcefully.
“Do you have a migraine?” Darcy asked, taking a step closer.
She huffed out a sigh, dropping her hands heavily back to her sides. “No. I don’t.”
She was experiencing something far worse.
“Do you want to be here tonight, Darcy?” She asked, her voice measured and quiet, which was the opposite of the emotions raging through her. “With me?”
“Again. What do you even mean by that?” Darcy demanded.
“Well, you were by Kerrington’s side all night. She was all over you.” Her hands clenched into tight fists, her fingernails biting into her palms.
“All over me?” Darcy echoed back, eyebrows lifting high on her forehead, the incredulity dripping from her words. “I was just talking to her. Do I have to remind you that you had someone’s arm around you all night? I certainly didn’t.”
Juliet grinded her teeth together, her blood thrumming hot through her veins. “Do I have to remind you that Kerrington is bisexual? And out?”
“Of course not,” Darcy threw back. “That was part of the appeal in talking to her.”
Juliet reeled back, feeling like the words had slapped her. She really felt like Darcy’s comment physically shoved her backward, her shoulders hitting the wall behind her.
“So, were you spending time with her to punish me?” Because it had worked. Very well. Juliet felt like she’d been put through the wringer. So much so, she’d rather have a meeting with Harrison than go through tonight again.
Darcy’s mouth fell open in clear offense. “No. But one day, I plan on also being out. So, it would be nice to have some acquaintances or friends who are, too.”
One day. Juliet didn’t even know how to describe the feeling that word inspired in her. She had a lot of thoughts about one day. One day, when her next album was out and all of her obligations were complete. One day, when she could move through the world with so much more freedom.
But did her one day and Darcy’s one day align?
She wanted, desperately, to know that they did.
“What does it matter if I spent all night at Kerrington’s side?” Darcy asked, her eyes blazing. Demanding. She walked closer to Juliet. Closer, until she was standing right in front of her, mere inches away. “What does it matter, when we both know who I’m going home to at the end of the night?”
Hearing her own words echoed back to her burned through her veins, lighting her up from the inside out. Kickstarting a fire in her core, lighting up this feral, primal part of Juliet that she didn’t even know she had.
“Me,” she stated, breathless at this sensation rocking through her. “You’re here with me.”
Darcy surged forward, kissing Juliet with such force, she was slammed back harder against the wall. It forced all the air from her lungs, and she welcomed it.
She welcomed everything Darcy gave her. Right now. Ever. Always. As long as Darcy was giving it to her and only her, she wanted it.
She brought one of her hands up, sliding into Darcy’s hair, curling into a fist to hold her close. Making sure Darcy didn’t pull away from their kiss, because Juliet needed Darcy’s kiss more than she needed air.
Needy, soft sounds that Juliet couldn’t control for the life of her escaped the back of her throat. They came to life, swallowed immediately by Darcy. Which felt right, it felt appropriate. That was precisely how Juliet wanted to exist.
One of Darcy’s hands was clasped around the back of her neck, angling her up, the other roamed continuously over Juliet’s dress-covered body. Like all of that energy she constantly had was focused in on Juliet, like she couldn’t get enough.
Darcy scratched the fingers on the back of her neck higher, into her hair, then tugged. Angling Juliet’s head up higher, so their kiss broke.
Her lips were wet and she was breathing heavily, and she opened her eyes for just a moment.
Only to slam them closed again when she felt Darcy’s lips on her neck.
Ravenous, dragging from just under Juliet’s ear all the way down to where her shoulder connected.
The softness of her open lips mixed with the heat of her breath made Juliet incredibly aware of the way her clit was throbbing.
Her hands were shaking as she reached to the side of Darcy’s dress and fumbled with the zipper, sliding it all the way down. She needed it gone, needed both Darcy’s dress and her own, gone. She needed nothing between them. Nothing and no one between them, at all.
Darcy seemed to share the sentiment, as she felt her hands slide up Juliet’s back, searching for her zipper, too.
When she found it, she jerked it down. Juliet was half-certain the fabric of the dress tore, and it shot a thrill through her. Her hips rolled sharply up against Darcy’s, then continued to rock into her, needing friction.
Juliet yanked Darcy’s dress down, uncaring about what happened to it. She didn’t know if she’d done any damage by the time it pooled at Darcy’s feet, she could only feel victorious.
She ran her hands down Darcy’s back, palm down. Feeling every inch of her, until she reached her ass.
Darcy groaned against her neck, rocking her hips into Juliet’s, hard, pinning her to the wall.
“You feel so good.” Darcy’s lips moved against her neck, making Juliet shudder.
Darcy groaned, rocking her hips into Juliet’s. She slipped her thigh between Juliet’s, pushing up against her.
Juliet dug her nails into Darcy’s ass, dropping her head back as the hard muscle of Darcy’s thigh dragged against her clit. Sparks shot through her body, already trembling, even though she needed more.
“More,” she gasped out, the word echoing through her mind. “Upstairs. Now.”
Darcy froze against her, running her hands down Juliet’s sides, firmly gripping her hips. Like she was gathering her strength to push back from Juliet to look her in the eye.
Her pupils were blown wide and her lips were dark pink and swollen, and she nodded. “More,” she rasped back. “I need so much more.”
Juliet reached down and laced their fingers together, before she determinedly started leading them to her room. She shoved the bedroom door open, walking right to her bureau and yanking it open.
Darcy reached in to grab the harness, pulling it up over her hips, and Juliet chose one of the smaller toys that she didn’t often use. Normally, she wanted something a little bigger when Darcy fucked her.
Darcy lifted her eyebrows in question, and was clearly about to ask. But all that worked out of her mouth was a gasping moan, when Juliet slid both of her own hands down, and secured the silicone in place. Firmly grasping the shaft as she adjusted it, so she rocked it into Darcy’s clit.
“Oh god,” Darcy’s voice was choked in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as she reached out to grip at Juliet’s shoulders.
Satisfaction pulsed through her. “That’s right,” she murmured, before she forcefully tightened the straps around Darcy’s hips.
“On the bed,” she demanded.
Normally, she’d watch Darcy and enjoy her view. But right now, she couldn’t take that time. Couldn’t stop herself from following right behind her.
As soon as Darcy laid on her back, Juliet climbed over her, breathing heavily, as she stood on her knees on either side of Darcy’s hips. They both looked down at the toy pointed up between her legs. Watching as Juliet lowered herself.
Well, Darcy was watching between their legs, obviously holding her breath.
Juliet was watching Darcy’s face.