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“It’s never been easy for me,” I said. “But with you … I don’t know.”
“Maybe you just sleep better when you’re not alone,” she suggested as I let my fingers trace down the skin of her shoulder.
“No,” I told her. I knew from the few times I’d spent the night with other women that having them there didn’t help at all. “Even when there’s been someone else with me, I end up laying there awake, or getting up to read.” Her fingers danced across my chest, and then wandered lower, until I felt them teasing along the sides of my suddenly awake cock.
“It’s you,” I said.
Juliet’s fingers stopped teasing, and began a more focused exploration. As her hand stroked me, her fingers dipping around to fondle and squeeze my balls now and then, I gritted my teeth and tensed up, every cell in my body suddenly alive, focused on her cool hand on my dick.
She lay against me still, her hand working up and down, pumping me harder and faster as my own pre-cum slicked the movement until I was nearly shaking with pleasure. I pushed a second pillow behind my neck, tilting my head so I could watch her hand on me, that fair, perfect skin contrasted with the swollen purple of my cock. It was erotic, and the sight just about did me in.
And then she stopped. At first, disappointment flooded me, and I feared she was going to leave me here, desperate for release. But I opened my eyes again to see her smiling at me just before she slid a leg over my hips and impaled herself in one slide.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I moaned.
“It turns me on, touching you,” she answered as she began to slide herself over me in a smooth, leisurely stroke that I was fairly certain would kill me. “Is this okay?”
Her innocent words and the uncertainty they held played into every virgin fantasy I’d ever had, and while Juliet was thankfully not a virgin, I loved her sweetness and I felt myself pushing even closer to the edge.
“It’s perfect,” I managed to say, fighting to keep from grunting and rolling her to her back so I could rut into her like an animal.
She kept up the slow steady rhythm, and it was torture of the very best kind. And soon, she was moaning with each thrust, and the rhythm increased as she worked her body on top of mine. When she closed her eyes and began arching over me, I couldn’t take anymore. I held her hips and pressed up into her, taking over the rhythm and fucking her hard, making her cry out.
We lay together afterwards, and I realized something, something that cleared away any last vestiges of doubt about whether I needed Juliet or if she could possibly need me. Maybe, I thought, we needed each other. Maybe the things she could give me—the things she had given me—were equal to the things I could give her. Acceptance, for one thing, and respect. And friendship with no expectations for another. Sex … there was the sex, too. But maybe a relationship between equals wasn’t a scorecard.
And while learning that perhaps the job offer from Austin hadn’t been influenced by Juliet’s words, I was starting to think maybe she was right. I had never had a community—except maybe in the Corps. And didn’t I end up taking the security job in the first place as a result of that connection?
I gazed down at the beautiful woman in my arms as the sun glowed brightly around us, illuminating everything in shades of gold.
Love wasn’t about pride. It wasn’t about competition or dominance. Love was give and take, it was being strong when your partner was weak, it was being a constant your partner could always rely on. And while I might never be a rich man, I could be enough.
Enough for Juliet Manchester.
Enough for myself.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Juliet
Leaving Maryland wasn’t easy. Not for me, and not for Jack, who was practically held prisoner by Chessy, who was doing the chicken version of strapping herself to a tree so it wouldn’t be cut down. Only in this case, the tree was her love, Jack. She was running circles around the Town Car that held him, and shrieking loudly as she ran.
“I thought the hard part would be the tears,” Jace chuckled as we stood on the porch watching, delaying the goodbyes with Tess and Gran.
Ryan had decided to stay a bit longer, and he stood with my sister, his arm around her shoulders and such a clear love for her on his face that I wanted to kiss him myself, just because it was so good to see them both happy.
“I see you two managed to lube up whatever had you stuck,” Gran commented as Jace dropped his arm around my shoulders too, and squeezed me into his side.
“What is with all the lube talk?” I asked, looking between Gran and Jace as Tess chuckled.
“Nothing,” Jace said. “Gran and I had a meaningful chat, and she made some excellent points.”
“About lubricant?” Tess asked.
“Never you mind,” Gran said, swatting at her. “This is between me and Kong.”
“Gran!” I scolded.
She smiled sweetly and sighed dramatically. “Fine. I suppose if you’re going to be around for a while, I can call you Jace.”
