“Oh, God, Jax!” Juliet called out, and I didn’t care who heard her.
“Say it again,” I gritted out, running my thumb over her lips, all the while fucking her like a machine. “Say it, baby. Say it.”
“Oh, God?”
I shook my head, laughing. “Not that.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, and then realization dawned in her eyes, and she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, drawing it out slow. “Only ever you,” she whispered.
“Again.” I thrust harder, her moans vibrating through my skin as her tits bounced up and down.
“Only ever you.”
“Again.” I leaned down to her lips. “Who do you want?”
“Only ever you, Jax,” she whimpered. “Ah! Oh, Jax.” Her eyes stayed fixed to mine, her summer green burning against my blue. “Only ever you,” she barely whispered.
My lips covered hers and we both came, swallowing each other’s moans.
Fallon burst in. “Oh, my God!”
“Out!” I yelled, buttoning up my pants. “Tell everyone she’s in line for the Porta Pottis or something.”
“Jax!” Juliet scolded, still naked and hiding behind me. “Gross.”
I rolled my eyes and Fallon snorted.
“Okaaay,” she choked out. “Just send her out soon. It’s getting weird.”
And she barely waited until she was out of the room before she started laughing her ass off.
I grabbed my shirt off the floor, the one I’d used to clean Juliet up and then myself before getting dressed. It was a disaster, and I kind of felt bad.
I’d told Katherine not to buy me expensive shit, but she reveled in it. When she tried to do nice things for my brother, he simply scowled and then rolled his eyes. Graciousness with gifts was not his strong suit.
So, in turn, she spoiled me, because I, at least, knew how to pretend. Even though I didn’t need nice stuff—and could certainly buy it for myself if I wanted to—I liked having someone dote on me the way she did. I took her gifts, and while I didn’t need them, I loved that she gave me things.
I rolled the shirt, covering up the evidence, and stuck it in my back pocket before I fastened my belt.
Juliet looked shaky. I stepped over, snatching up her shorts.
“Here, baby,” I offered, handing them to her and then asking, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, a smile in her eyes. “I’m okay. Just a little sore.”
I bent down to pick up her shirt, dusting it off.
Everything was dirty in this place, and there were wet spots on her shorts. Looking down at the floor, I saw small puddles of water, probably from a rainstorm, and that was when I noticed the cobwebs in the corner where the wall met the ceiling.
I looked down at Juliet, her smooth chocolate hair now matted and stringy, and there were red blotches on her hips from where I’d gripped her.
She flipped her hair over the top of her head, and I offered a small smile that I wasn’t feeling.
What the hell was the matter with me? This was what I wanted. What I’d dreamed about for years. But she deserved better.
I ground my thumb across the insides of my fingers, feeling the grime that I’d wiped all over her, and taking in this filthy place, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this all should’ve happened differently. “You’ve only ever been with Liam?” I looked down at her, the sweat on my skin becoming a weight in my stomach. We needed a fucking shower.
She nodded slightly. “Could you tell?” she ventured, looking embarrassed. “I can’t say that I had a lot of experience. Even with him, it wasn’t like this.”
I touched her cheek. “You don’t have to say that. It’s okay if you loved him.”
She shook her head, tears pooling. “I didn’t. That’s what I mean. It should’ve been you. This—right here— should’ve been my first time.”
I stared at her, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Come here.” I hooked a hand around her neck and brought her into my chest, forcing her chin up. “I didn’t push you, did I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m being serious,” I chastised. “Our first time should’ve been in a bed. In a clean bed without people around. I pushed you too hard.”
A wicked smile cross her lips, and she trailed them along my jaw, finally catching it in her teeth.
I sucked in a breath, feeling my dick jolt to attention again.
“Maybe I pushed you,” she teased. “Anyway, I like it when you push me.”
And then she pulled back, slipping into her shirt.
“I’ve got the Loop tonight.” I pulled out my hair and refastened the tie. “Tell me you’re coming.”
She slipped her feet back into her flip-flops, not looking at me. “Depends on how late my date goes.”
I rushed her, using my body to bully her into the wall again, and she laughed. “Watch it,” I threatened with a smile.
Her little grin was so cute. “I’m teasing,” she said sweetly, kissing my lips.
“For your sake, I hope so.”
There was no way in hell she was still on a fucking date.
But she nodded her answer. “Yes, I’m coming. Of course.”
I pushed off the wall, sliding my feet back into my shoes. “Just come with me now. We’ll shower, get something to eat, and go together.”
Her sigh was thoughtful. “I want to.”
“But?”
“Shane’s leaving for California soon,” she explained, sounding apologetic. “I should spend the afternoon with her.”
And I just wanted to chuck the whole damn day and crawl into bed with her. Turn off phones, strip off clothes, abandon food …
“Not to mention,” she continued, “that I want to get pretty again before I ogle you tonight.” She came up, clutching my belt in her fingers. “If I go home with you to get cleaned up, you’ll just get me all messy again.”
I laughed. “True.”
As much as I’d like to claim that I wouldn’t prey on a barely experienced girl who was on the rebound and probably sore, I wouldn’t be able to take a shower with her and not … yeah.
I held the side of her face, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t want you in his fucking car. You got that?”