Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
brOOKS
Ifucking hate the way the fire left her eyes when she got that goddamn text at the bookstore. My wildfire was having fun, laughing with her friends, and then the text came through, and her gorgeous face dropped.
I wanted to smash that phone to pieces for giving her even a moment of pain.
After pulling into the driveway behind Jules, we walk in through the back door, and she kicks off her shoes, sighs, and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“It was fun to see the girls at the bookstore,” she says as she twists off the cap and takes a sip. “Darby looks fantastic. I haven’t seen her since high school.”
I cross to her, set her bottle on the counter, then tip her chin up and cover her lips with mine, kissing her thoroughly.
“What was that for?” she asks, her breath coming faster when I pull back.
“It’s been too long since I kissed you.”
Jules smirks. “Yeah. Like twenty minutes.”
Her phone pings with another text, and when she pulls it out of her pocket, it’s another message like the last one.
Unknown Number: Are you listening? Send the fucking money!
“That’s enough of that bullshit,” I growl, and Jules bites her lip.
“She’s not supposed to be contacting me on my phone at all. Email only. She knows that.”
“Then ignore it.”
She sighs and nods. “I will. I usually do. Actually, from what I understand, I’m not supposed to approve any extra money for her. As a trustee, that’s the whole job, according to Google. But fuck, I hate being the trustee.”
Another text comes through, full of shitty, angry emoji, so I take the phone, turn it off, and toss it on the counter.
“We’re going to consult with an attorney, baby. There’s no reason in this world that you should be in charge of that shit. Not to mention, she’s abusive, and I won’t have it.”
“I’ll change my number, too,” she murmurs and hops up on the counter, reaching for me. I move close and cage her in, breathing in her flowery scent. “Let’s not think about that anymore.”
“Good idea.” Fuck, I love having free access to her again. My hands glide up her thighs and around to her ass, squeezing. She bites that plump lip, and her blue eyes go wide with lust. “I want to take you for a ride.”
“It’s raining,” she reminds me, and her eyes lower to my lips.
Yeah, baby, I want to kiss you, too.
“Not on the bike.” I chuckle and nibble her lips, making her sigh.
Her brow furrows. “I mean, we just had sex this morning, but okay.”
I laugh out loud and bury my face in her neck. “I always want to fuck you, but that’s not what I’m talking about either.”
She sighs softly as I pull back and smile down at her, brushing her curls behind her ear.
“Wanna know what I hate?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Tell me.”
“That I missed the whole summer with you and the bike.” She sticks that lower lip out, and I nip at it. “Why couldn’t we have kissed and made up six months ago?”
My smile falls, and I glide my thumb over that delicious lip.
“Because I wasn’t ready for you six months ago.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I wasn’t, either. I’m just pouting. We’ll have a few more bike days before the snow flies. Where are we going today?”
“Just away for a while. Let’s get away, baby. Just you and me.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re in my truck, driving on the highway out toward Bitterroot Lake. It’s a huge lake that you can drive all the way around, but it takes a couple of hours.
Jules and I always loved this drive. And there’s a spot we haven’t been to in far too long.
As I drive out on the highway, I glance over to find my girl watching me, her lips tipped up in a soft smile, her curls hanging around her gorgeous face.
“What are you thinking?” I ask her.
“I want to be in your lap. Right now.”
I frown and then look out the windshield.
“Like right now?”
“Yeah.” I hear the seat belt click, and my gaze whips back to hers.
“Fasten your seat belt, Juliet.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head, and suddenly, she’s crawling over the center console and into my lap, sitting sideways so her back is against the door. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my chin so sweetly, it makes my chest ache. “This is way better.”
“Baby, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not getting hurt. Because you’d never let that happen.” She pushes her fingers into my hair, and damn, that feels good.
Keeping my eyes on the road, sure that there are no dangers anywhere around us, I lean in to kiss her forehead.
“I love having you on me like this.”
“It’s my favorite place to be,” she admits with a whisper right next to my ear. “And if I’ve learned anything, it’s that I need to be where I’m happiest. Always. No more wasting time.”
She cuddles into me, and when I turn off the highway, onto the lake road, I breathe a little easier. It’s still paved, and I’ll take it at a decent speed, but not like the highway.
“I’d prefer you were buckled in.”
Her head comes up, and she frowns. “If you’re scared, I’ll move.”
“Just stay still.” I kiss her head, her temple, and cuddle her close again. I want her on me as much as possible. Christ, I love to touch her. There’s no better feeling than having Jules in my arms, right where she’s supposed to be.
Thirty minutes later, Jules is breathing softly, sleeping in my arms as I pull off onto the dirt road that takes us back to the pretty clearing by the river that we discovered in high school. We used to come out here on the weekends and all summer to swim, fish, and camp.
We lost our virginity out here to each other, all those years ago in the back seat of my old truck. I don’t have the truck anymore, but our spot is still here.
And when I pull in, I’m relieved to see that it seems to be quiet. It’s off the beaten path, so I didn’t think it would be crowded with tourists.
Not to mention, it’s raining, giving us an extra layer of privacy.
I cut the engine and wrap my arms around my girl, hugging her close.
“Are we there?” she asks softly, not opening her eyes.
“We’re there,” I confirm, watching as her eyelashes flutter. She looks around, her cheeks flush, and tears fill her pretty eyes. “Hey, no crying.”
“It’s our spot,” she whispers and then buries her face in my neck once more, pulling in a ragged breath. “It’s our favorite spot.”
“Yeah.” My voice is rough as my hands glide up and down her slim back. “It’s okay, baby. I hate it when you cry.”
She sniffles, then pulls back to look out the windshield. “There’s no one here.”
“It’s not summer, and it’s raining.” I shrug a shoulder. “Makes sense that it’s pretty deserted today.”
“I don’t want to swim in that cold water.”
With a grin, I brush my knuckles down her soft cheek. “Me neither. But we could take a walk. The rain has slowed down.”
She nods, and I help her maneuver so we can climb out of the cab of the truck. With her fingers linked with mine, we set off for the bank of the river.
“I used to love it out here.” She tips her head back to take a deep breath of the clean air. “The sound of the water always drowned out the bad thoughts.”
“What kind of bad thoughts?” I ask.
But I know.
She never kept them a secret.
“About my dad,” she murmurs. She’s watching the water run, and I kick a rock out of her way. “I always held so much guilt.”
“I know.” Lifting her hand, I press my lips to her knuckles. “But it wasn’t your fault, you know.”
“I understand that now,” she replies. “But when you’re only twelve, and you come home from school to find your dad hanging in the garage, well …
it felt like my fault. I took the long way walking home from school that day, and I thought if I’d gotten there sooner, I could have stopped him. Or called for help sooner.”
“That’s not true, either.”
“No.” She shakes her head and lets out another sigh. “He’d been there for some time.”
I pull my hand from hers, then loop my arm around her shoulders, tugging her into me.
I didn’t know Jules then. I mean, we went to the same school, so I knew who she was, but we weren’t friends yet. She told me about it through the years we were together, and I know that finding her father is something that she never got over.
I mean, how could anyone get over that? You don’t. You carry it with you forever.
It’s really the root of what eventually caused us to break up, because if she hadn’t been so paranoid, if that son of a bitch hadn’t known that it was her trigger, he never could have manipulated his way into breaking us up.
“Remember, in the summer, when we’d bring some of the younger kids out here to swim?”
I grin down at her as I let the memories flood me, and they don’t break my fucking heart. “They loved it.”
“Billie learned to swim in that spot over there.” She points at the area where the river calms, and there’s a shallow pond. “We did the back float for hours.”
“My siblings all loved you to death.”
Her smile turns melancholy. “Yeah, I loved them, too.”
We’re quiet as we keep going, taking in the sounds of the birds. A little family of deer comes out of the trees and walks down to the water to have a drink.
They watch us, but they don’t run away.
The rain starts up again, and we turn back to head to the truck. The sky opens up, dumping on us in cold sheets, and we start to run, laughing.
I open the back door of the truck and help her in before I join her and close it behind us. For a long minute, we listen to the water beat down on the roof.
“Montana weather, am I right?” she says with a chuckle, and when she turns her face up to look at me, I can’t help myself.
I cup her face and lean into her, brushing my lips over hers, and she whimpers, throws one leg over my lap, and straddles me.
Her pussy grinds over me through her leggings, and my hands drift under her sweatshirt, tugging it up.
Jules pulls back long enough to shed that layer, and I unfasten her bra, and she lets that fall, too.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I growl as I lean in to nip and lick her already tight nipples. She bows back, holding my shoulders as I consume her. The storm rages around us, and it’s like we’re in our own little cocoon.
It’s fucking perfect.
“You’re so good at that,” she breathes, circling her hips over my straining cock.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I mutter against her skin. My hands are all over her warm skin, up and down her back, then up in her hair. I want to touch her everywhere at once. “I’m never letting you go. Not ever.”
“Not going anywhere.” She shakes her head and moans when I tweak a nipple hard. “God, you always make it hurt so good.”
“Lift up, baby.”
Without a moment of hesitation, she rises on her knees. I rip her leggings, then push her panties to the side and sink a finger inside her wet heat.
“You’re so fucking soaked for me.”
Her breathing is ragged as she starts to ride my finger, her pussy squeezing me, begging for more. I press my thumb to her hard bundle of nerves, and she moans.
“God, Brooks.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Hell yes, I like that. But I need more.”
I add a second finger, and she shudders around me. Her pussy is quivering, and I know she won’t last much longer.
Which is fine because I’ll just make her come again on my cock.
“God, you have thick fingers.”
“All the better to finger fuck you with in the back seat of my truck.”
She huffs out a chuckle and starts to bear down on me, her body tensing as she’s just on the precipice of coming.
“Chase that orgasm, baby. Fuck my hand and come all over it. You’re so fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Ah, shit.” Her eyes clench shut, but I grab her throat with my free hand.
“Eyes on me.”
Biting her lip, she opens those baby blues. Her jaw drops, and she starts to come apart.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so perfect when you fall apart like this.”
“Brooks.”
“Goddamn, you’re tight. So fucking tight, your pussy’s sucking my fingers like crazy.”
“Oh God.” She leans in, rests her forehead on my shoulder, and rides the wave of the orgasm. I pull my hand free and lick my fingers clean before unbuckling my belt and opening my jeans.
“Take my cock out.”
She shivers at the sound of my voice and immediately does as I say. She reaches into my boxer briefs and pushes them down, unleashing my pulsing, hard dick.
“I want you to ride me, baby.” I kiss the middle of her sternum, right between her breasts as she sinks down over me, making us both groan, and then I’m pushing up into her. I can’t stop myself.
With my hands on her hips, I guide her up and down on my shaft. She leans in again and rests her forehead against mine.
“How does it get better every time?” she whispers against my lips.
“Because it’s us.” My hands knead the globes of her ass, and she clenches around me even tighter, strangling my cock. “Keep doing that, and you’ll make me come.”
“I think that’s the point.” She nibbles my lips, and I pull her down harder, slamming her down on me. “Yes, fuck. Harder, babe.”
The thing is, Jules and I always loved rough sex. Rough and hard and fast. And thank fuck that hasn’t changed.
I reach back and drag my finger over the tight muscle of her asshole, making her gasp and that perfect pussy tighten even more.
“I’ll have you here,” I growl against her lips. I don’t know if it’s a warning or a promise. “I’m going to own this perfect body.”
“You already do.” She starts to shatter over me. “Please let me come. Please.”
“That’s my good girl.” I thrust up hard, and she squeezes me so tightly with her own climax, there’s no way I don’t follow her over. “Goddamn, Jules.”
“Yes.” She’s holding me with all her might. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
I come apart, emptying myself inside her. “Christ Jesus.”
“He’s not here,” she says with a sigh as she collapses against me, hugging me close, her sweet face in my neck. “But holy shit, I might have seen heaven just now.”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair off her face.
“This spot is still magic,” I growl into her ear. “We’ll be coming here often.”
“It’s a date.”