The headboard banged against the wall in rhythmic response to my thrusts as I pounded into Jules, my muscles taut and slicked with sweat from the past half hour.
We’d landed in Athenberg that afternoon, and Jules and I must be on the same wavelength because she showed up to my suite twenty minutes after we checked in with nothing more than a, “Wanna fuck?”
No mention of the picnic, library, or any other rule we’d broken, thank God. We were both eager to return to the status quo, and I’d happily obliged.
Now, if only I could fuck the hunger for Jules out of my system, I’d be a happy man.
“Josh.” Her sharp cry ricocheted through the hotel room as she clawed at my back and exploded around me.
Jules fucked the way she fought—fierce and fiery, no holds barred. It was addictive.
The exquisite burn from her nails matched the fire in my veins as I clamped a hand over her mouth, cutting off her cry.
“Shh. You’ll wake everyone up.” My jaw clenched with the effort to hold back my own orgasm as her pussy rippled around me. Christ. It should be illegal for someone to feel that damn good. “You don’t want our friends to hear, do you?”
My suite was across the hall from Jules and Stella’s and only two doors down from Alex and Ava’s. Alex was taking a video call in the hotel’s conference room downstairs, and Ava and Stella were napping ahead of Bridget’s bachelorette party tonight, but I didn’t want to risk it.
We were already risking enough sneaking around right under Ava’s nose.
The headboard banging might give me away, but I could easily play that off as coming from another room on the floor.
Jules whimpered, but when I removed my hand from her mouth, she successfully kept her cries down even as she came a second time.
She pressed her face against my shoulder, her body shaking with her silent release.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “Keep those screams in, Red. I’m the only person who gets to hear how much you love my cock in that tight little cunt.”
Another, louder whimper.
Her pussy clamped around me even tighter than the first time, and a blinding orgasm ripped through me with such sudden, unexpected force it rendered me speechless for a second.
When the aftershocks finally faded, I sank against her, reveling in the sensation of her soft curves melting into my body. She felt so damn perfect I was tempted to stay there forever and lose myself in her warmth.
I allowed myself to savor the moment for another second before I reluctantly pulled away. I handed Jules a bottle of water from the hotel’s mini bar, my mouth curving at her content, slightly dazed expression.
“Thanks.” She took a sip of the drink, her voice slumberous with post-coital bliss. “I’ll leave soon. Just…” A yawn split her face. “Give me a second.”
Disappointment spiked in my chest at the thought of her leaving before I forced it down. This is just sex, I reminded myself.
“As long as it’s only one second. Don’t want you accidentally sleeping over.” I settled next to her in the bed. I itched to draw her closer, but I propped my hands behind my head instead.
She glared at me, her contentedness giving way to irritation. “I see the asshole is back.”
“He never left.”
“Obviously.” Jules climbed out of bed and shrugged into her shirt.
“I’m kidding, Red.” I leaned over and grasped her wrist before she could button her top. “Stay a bit longer if you want. It’s not like Ava and Stella are awake to hang out.”
I pulled her back into bed. She resisted for a second before relaxing next to me. She knew I was right. If she left now, she had nothing to do except wander the hotel.
“What are you guys doing tonight, anyway?” I asked.
“Dinner and clubbing.” Jules wrinkled her nose. “I wish we could throw Bridget a full-blown bachelorette party, but tonight is the only night she has even a little free time, so we’re keeping it simple.”
My eyebrows reached my hairline. “You’re taking the Queen of Eldorra clubbing? In Eldorra?”
“We’ll be in disguise.”
I stared at Jules, unsure if she was joking. She stared back with one hundred percent seriousness.
“Disguise,” I repeated. “I hate to break it to you, Red, but a wig and sunglasses aren’t gonna be enough to disguise the most famous woman in the country.”
“We’re not wearing sunglasses,” she scoffed. “No one wears sunglasses at night except douchebags. No, we hired a makeup artist to transform our faces.”
“Are you fucking with me? How the fuck is a makeup artist supposed to transform your face?”
“A skilled MUA can do a lot,” Jules said primly. “Clearly, you’ve never watched any before and after makeup transformations on YouTube.”
I rubbed my face. The conversation was getting more surreal by the minute. “No, I haven’t, because I don’t wear makeup.”
“So? You’re not an astronaut but that doesn’t stop you from watching videos about rocket launches.”
“Yeah, because rockets are cool.”
“So’s makeup.”
“Not to me.”
She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. “You’ve always lacked taste.”
“I’m fucking you, aren’t I? What does that say about you?”
Jules stretched her arms over her head and yawned. “That I’m a lovely, generous human being who’ll throw you a pity fuck when no one else will—”
A squeal cut off her words when I lifted her and delivered a sharp smack on her ass before sitting her on my lap. Her back pressed against my torso, and I reached around to spread her thighs.
“Don’t make me spank your pussy next, Red.” I rubbed my thumb over her still-swollen clit in warning. “I won’t be as gentle.”
A shiver rolled through Jules’s body, but she sank against me and fell quiet as I caressed her.
Yes, this was supposed to be sex only, but I would be an asshole if I kicked her out without some post-sex downtime, right?
I smoothed my palm up her thighs, over her stomach and to her breasts. It was more comforting than it was sexual, and I loved how fucking soft she was. Soft and warm and perfectly tailored for me, her curves fitting my hands like pieces of a puzzle I never wanted to finish solving.
“What are you doing tonight while we’re out?” She made a small, contented noise as I gently squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
“Grab a drink. Explore the city.” I had no clue. “I’ll figure something out.”
“Alex will be staying behind too.”
My hand stilled before I dropped it to my side. “Don’t see what that has to do with me.” The lightness of my tone contrasted with the sudden stiffness in my shoulders.
A sigh floated from Jules’s throat to my ears. “All I’m saying is, it’s painful watching you guys avoid each other. I can’t imagine it’s fun for you to hold onto your grudge either. Being angry at someone is exhausting, and it’s been almost two years. Maybe…” Her voice softened, taking on a far-off quality, and I wondered if she was talking about herself as much as she was me. “Maybe it’s time to forgive, even if you don’t forget.”