Page 61 of Juniper Unraveling

Warmth floods my mouth, and I pull away to see pearly spurts of fluid jetting out the tip of his penis. I clamp my lips over it to sample his release, and a quiet animalistic whimper follows. The thick fluid tastes like an intoxicating blend of sweet and salty, and I savor it a moment before swallowing.

A few final spurts hit the roof of my mouth as he finishes, and I lick away the last of him from my lips. When I lift my head, the pained expression on his face sinks to the very pit of my stomach.

He opens his eyes to reveal tears, and I can feel the heat filling my cheeks, the warmth of humiliation washing over me.

It was supposed to feel good. He was supposed to enjoy it.

“I … I’m …” Did I hurt him? A few times my teeth had accidentally scraped across his skin, but he never expressed any pain. “I’m sorry, Six.”

His brows furrow, as if he’s confused by my response, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against him.

Lips pressed to mine, he tugs me back onto the mattress beside him, and I double-blink to hide the tears welling in my own eyes before he can see them.

“Did I hurt you?”

A smile lights up his face, and he shakes his head, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Are those good tears, then?”

He nods and kisses me, his arms enveloping me in a tight embrace.

Relief bathes my tense muscles, and I allow myself to smile, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. “I’m glad. I don’t ever want to hurt you, Six. Never.”

Like a spider trapping prey, he wraps his powerful thighs around me, drawing me into his body, and rains kisses over my face. With his heart beating steadily in my ear, I slowly drift blissfully to sleep.

Chapter 18

Wren

I read aloud from a book, while Six lies beside me on the blanket, his finger gently trailing over my skin.

He pauses to twist my bracelet, the one from Papa, and points at the words spelled out in the beads across my wrist.

“Love.” With a smile, I turn toward him, closing the cover of the book on my finger to hold the page. “Do you know what it means?”

He nods, staring back at me, and pushes the strands of hair behind my ear, as usual.

“Can you write what it means to you on the page?”

Nodding a second time, he grabs the pencil and paper, where various words and short sentences have been written across the page. On a blank line, he writes Wren.

I smile down at my name and back to him. “Do you love me, Six?”

Nodding, he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses the back of my palm.

“I love you, too.”

It’s true. I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone as much as I love Six.

He climbs over my body, sliding my hands up above my head, the way he does when he wants us to kiss for a while. I release the book, allowing him to pin me beneath him, and when his lips fall against my neck, I giggle at the scratch of his stubble prickling my skin. He presses his hands into mine, holding me down while he brushes his rough jawline into the crook of my neck. The tickle forces me to tilt my head into him, laughing, as I buck beneath him.

“Six!” I break into more giggles, out of breath with his torment. “Stop!”

He does immediately, pulling his head away from mine.

The bluest eyes I’ve ever known stare down at me while he studies my face.

“You would stop if I asked you to, wouldn’t you? No matter what?”