Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
“Darcy – fuck!” Juliet cried out, one of her hands buried in Darcy’s hair, gripping her tightly, holding Darcy’s mouth right against her cunt as she came on her tongue for the… third? Time that morning.
Her entire body sang, pulse pounding in her ears. She was so fucking wet, she’d made a mess of the sheets, of Darcy’s face.
“One more,” Darcy breathed into her, her voice low and throaty, and Juliet shuddered at merely the sound.
“I can’t – oh!” She arched down into Darcy, her eyes rolling back in her head as Darcy flicked her tongue over Juliet’s clit, fast and unyielding. “N-no,” the word escaped her on a moan, as she weakly pushed Darcy’s head back.
“Okay,” Darcy murmured, even as she pouted.
Juliet’s wetness dripped down her face, and that…
that was sometimes enough for Juliet to decide she might be able to come again.
Especially when Darcy leaned in, gently running her nose up and down Juliet’s inner-thigh, so close to her pussy but not touching her.
Then she pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, scraping her teeth teasingly against her skin.
“Darcy,” she muttered, exasperated. Half in reproach, half begging.
“Mmm,” Darcy hummed back against her.
“You have your meeting with the label today,” Juliet stated, firmly. Doing her best to keep a clear head.
Darcy made a small, dismissive sound in the back of her throat. “I have time for this,” she declared, dragging the tip of her tongue up Juliet’s thigh, closer… closer…
Juliet wasn’t a saint, either.
If Darcy wanted to spend her entire morning making Juliet come in her mouth, why should she argue?
Darcy had officially come to L.A. nearly three weeks ago, and in that time they’d existed in a very… hedonistic bubble.
And Juliet loved every fucking second of it.
Almost every night and most mornings, they were able to luxuriate in one another. Neither of them were in the middle of any marketing or promotional campaigns, no tours, nothing that demanded their time out of the house.
It hadn’t taken very long for Darcy to get her belongings unpacked; she didn’t have many physical possessions. Juliet had never made space in her closet for another person in her life, but she wanted to see Darcy’s clothing with hers. It lit up a very specific, primal part of her mind.
Plus, Darcy loved to steal her clothing, so it made sense, anyway.
They’d gone to the beach, to various restaurants, on several long walks.
They were seen out and about, a lot. They’d had pictures posted online, in tabloids. There was no speculation about anything other than friendship, which didn’t shock Juliet. People still believed she was “mourning” Robbie.
A part of her was almost… insulted. Why wasn’t there any speculation?
No, she didn’t want to actually take any chances or get into any hot water with her morality clause. But – but a part of her was excited by the prospect.
She’d been nervous at first, but it quickly morphed into enjoyment. She liked being seen with Darcy, even if no one knew the truth right now. It gave her a thrill, filled her with an electricity that was addictive.
She wasn’t pretending. She might have to stop herself from touching Darcy when they were in public the way she wanted to touch her. But… she was done putting on an image.
And it was more freeing than she’d have ever anticipated.
Darcy scratched her nails down Juliet’s thighs, and –
And they both paused, hearing the doorbell.
Not even the buzzer from the gate, but the literal front doorbell. Which meant it had to be someone who had the gate code.
Baffled, Juliet snapped her head up, locking eyes with Darcy. Who lifted her eyebrows up at her, as she asked, “Are… we expecting anyone? Laura has the day off, right?”
“She does,” Juliet confirmed.
She wanted to ignore it. But she couldn’t.
Not many people had access to her – their? – house. And unlike Darcy, she was concerned about safety.
Heaving a heavy groan, she slid her leg from where she’d had it over Darcy’s shoulder, then pushed herself up the bed to reach for her phone. She never really had any understanding of how far down she moved while Darcy was eating her out within an inch of her life.
Darcy pushed herself up onto her knees, her lips in an adorable frown, her hair messy from Juliet’s grip.
Juliet unlocked her phone to check the camera, but stared at Darcy. She lifted her leg and nudged Darcy’s shoulder with her foot, arching a teasing look down at her. “You have to be at the label in less than two hours, Thief. I’ve already indulged you enough.”
“You’ve indulged me,” Darcy echoed, scoffing.
But her eyes glinted right up at Juliet. They both knew. And Darcy had come while eating Juliet out and grinding herself down against one of their vibrators ten minutes ago, because – to Juliet’s point and pleasure – Darcy fucking loved it.
“Mhmm,” she sighed back, loftily, tilting her head toward their ensuite. “You don’t even have much time for a shower.”
Darcy acquiesced with a sigh, sitting back. “Okay, I’ll shower. But who’s at the door?”
Right.
Juliet opened the camera app, her mouth falling open.
“It’s… my mom?” It wasn’t a question, but it felt like it should be. Because what the fuck was her mother doing here?
Her mom never showed up unannounced. She’d barely ever showed up here, announced.
That snapped through the aroused haze Darcy had clearly still been in. Her eyebrows drew up on her forehead, her mouth dropping open. “Your mom?”
At that exact moment, a text came through.
Mom – 10:13A.M.
Hey Jules… I’m in L.A. for a meeting with the charity board I’m on!
I thought maybe we could have a chat?
I brought muffins!
What the hell?
Juliet hadn’t really talked to her mom since Christmas beyond a very short text exchange here and there, as was their norm.
Their norm being that her mother reached out to her to make some sort of inane comment, about something that did not matter – like an outfit she saw Juliet in online somewhere – and she responded in the same manner.
“Do you want me to get rid of her? I’d be happy to go do that,” Darcy volunteered, moving to sit next to her.
For a second, Juliet briefly contemplated it.
Before she sighed, shaking her head.
“No. I appreciate it, but no.”
Frowning down at her phone, she messaged back.
Juliet – 10:14A.M.
I’ll unlock the door. I’m upstairs, though, and about to shower. I’ll see you down there in a few minutes.
She went into her security app and remotely unlocked the door, as promised, before she dropped her phone back down, staring blankly across the room.
“You want to shower, first?” Darcy asked, reaching up and gently massaging her fingertips against her neck. “I’ll go after? And I can, uh, like sneak out after? If you want to bring your mom to the backyard or something and then text me, I can–”
Everything inside of Juliet came to a screeching halt, something insistent and heated. She turned to face Darcy, unequivocally telling her, “No. You’re not sneaking out of here. This… this is your home. Anyone who comes in here is going to have to get okay with that, not the other way around.”
Juliet’s emotions where her mother was concerned were complicated; she wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.
But she wasn’t going to compromise Darcy’s comfort here for anything or anyone. That wasn’t what a relationship was. And Darcy… Darcy was the one who made her feel that way.
Darcy’s sweet, soft smile meant everything to her. “Okay. Deal.”
After they showered and dressed, Juliet combed her hands through her still-wet hair.
Darcy had braided her own wet hair, letting it lay over her shoulder as she wore Juliet’s t-shirt.
There was no doubt that they’d just showered together. And Juliet wasn’t going to attempt to hide it. Her mom had come here, so… it was time she’d have to deal with the truth of Juliet’s life.
“Want me to stay?” Darcy asked quietly, as they approached the stairs. “I can reschedule my meeting with Copper Canyon.”
Juliet rolled her eyes back at her, coming to a stop right at the top step.
“No.” She punctuated the statement with a kiss.
Then she paused, sighing against Darcy’s mouth.
Taking another moment to linger. She pulled back, holding Darcy’s heavily-lidded gaze.
“You are going to this meeting. You are going to get the best offer they can possibly make. And then you’re going to come home and tell me about it. ”
Darcy nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” she joked.
Juliet hummed in satisfaction. “Come on.”
As they walked down the stairs, she felt Darcy reach for her hand, giving her a gentle, supporting squeeze. And when they hit the bottom step, seeing her mother sitting at the kitchen island, facing them, she felt Darcy discreetly tug her hand away.
Juliet held tight, though, angling her chin up in her mother’s direction.
Her mother, whose mouth fell open in obvious shock, her eyes widening. She snapped her back straight up, closing her mouth after several long seconds.
Darcy, too, was staring across at her. She offered her a wave. “Hi. I’m Darcy.”
Fuck, Juliet loved that an unreasonable amount at this point. She couldn’t contain her smile at the introduction.
Her mom recovered, waving back at her. “Yes, I know who you are. I’m Tiffany Jacobs.”
“I know,” Darcy echoed her sentiment, and there was something there, in her voice, so knowing. Like she was using her tone to let Juliet’s mom know that she was well-aware of just how complicated everything was here.
Juliet squeezed her hand once more, before releasing her. “Good luck at your meeting.”
Darcy hummed, sliding her eyes from Juliet’s mom to her. Silently asking, again, if Juliet wanted her to stay.
She shook her head.
“Okay. I’ll be back later.” Darcy’s smile was warm, digging right in under her heart. Before she turned and walked toward the garage.
Because Darcy now drove in and out of the house. Here. That she was living in, with Juliet.
She was sure her mom didn’t miss that, either.