Chapter 39
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
LOOT
Closing the distance between us, I reach down, curl my fingers around her ribs, and drag her body across the bed. Tilting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers. She gasps before I slip my tongue inside, swirling it with her own.
Grinding my hips against her belly, I moan down her throat. My cock is already hardening, ready to be inside her. Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip, then make my way down her throat, stopping at the center of her chest before I flick my gaze up to her.
“Slade,” she breathes.
I hum against her flesh as I tug at her jean shorts. She reaches down, pushing them off. “Please, Slade. One more time.”
I stop. Lifting my head, I look up at her as her chin dips and her eyes find mine. We stare at one another for a moment in silence. Then I push up a little farther. I cannot believe what she’s just said, and I need clarification.
“What?” I ask. “What the fuck are you saying to me right now?”
She blinks.
Then she clears her throat. “Before you break this off, end this, whatever, one more time.”
“You think I’m ending this?”
Anger fills me. It consumes me. I cannot believe she thinks this is over. How can it be over when all I want is to be inside her? I would fucking live inside her cunt if I could. And I don’t really give a fuck how that makes me sound. I’m quite possibly one-hundred-percent addicted to her.
“Not ending a fucking thing, Juliette,” I grind out.
“But Victor,” she whispers. “I don’t want anything to happen to Cade, and if I’m around and he finds me… I just couldn’t bear it if anything happened.”
I almost laugh, because that shit is fucking ridiculous. “You think I couldn’t protect you and Cade against some little fucker from LA?” I ask.
She pushes up on her elbows, her gaze never leaving mine. My lips twitch into a smirk because it is laughable that she thinks I couldn’t protect them. Even without the club at my back, I could handle this, but with the club at my back, no little pissant woman-beater is going to best me.
“He keeps finding me, and it wouldn’t be right to potentially put Cade in danger. It’s fine when it’s me. But I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him and it was my fault.”
“He won’t find you anymore, Jules. And if he does, I won’t let him get to you.”
Her fingers curl around my biceps as she holds on to me. “Slade,” she breathes. “This is too much to ask.”
I snort, leaning forward to brush my lips across hers. “You’re mine, Juliette. No man touches you but me. I won’t let him.”
“I should leave, protect you and Cade. I should go somewhere where he won’t come after you.”
No more talking. I don’t think I could handle another heartfelt anything, now or maybe even ever. Flowery words are just not for me.
Pressing my lips against hers, I slip my tongue inside her, tasting her as I continue to tug her shorts down her legs. I already know that her panties won’t be a problem since they’re in my jeans pocket.
She kicks her shorts off, then spreads her legs for me, and my hips nestle between her thighs.
I wish I had my jeans around my ankles right about now.
Juliette lifts her hips, whimpering as her pussy grinds against my jean-covered cock.
I can confidently say, I think this is my first dry-hump moment.
Breaking the kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip as I lift my head slightly and look into her eyes. “Jules,” I begin. “He won’t touch you.”
Her entire body trembles beneath mine. Slipping my fingers between her legs, I glide them through her folds, then dip two inside her. I make a come-hither motion, and she whimpers, throwing her head back, her eyes closed, before she lifts her hips.
“You feel so good. No way in fuck am I going to let some little asshole get between me and this—between me and you.”
Her eyes open slowly, meeting mine instantly. “It’s a lot to take on,” she whispers, and I know she’s climbing toward her release. I know because she made those same noises not too long ago outside.
We’ve only been together a few times, but I’m starting to recognize her noises and what they mean. I know she’s close. She’s right there on the edge, getting ready to fall over, but I don’t want her to, not yet.
“Juliette,” I growl before I lift my head.
Looking into her eyes, I smile down at her, my fingers never stopping their movements. I watch as her own eyes slide closed and her lips part. She lets out a moan, and I swear to fuck it goes straight to my dick.
“It’s not too much to take on,” I state. “I got this, Jules. I fucking got you.”
I pull my hand away from her. She whimpers before I feel her reach between us and unzip my jeans. She pushes them down as far as she can. I do the same, my cock hard and ready for her. I can’t wait to get my clothes off. I can’t wait another second.
I need her. I need this woman.
My woman.
And I need her now.