“Why not? You’ve been making them for everything else. My offer is I’ll have sex with you right now.”
“If?”
“If you’ll let me tell Capri about you alone.”
He opened his mouth to reply.
“No,” I sternly interrupted. “Hear me out. I want to tell her who you are and that you’re with me, by myself. I don’t care where you are, you can wait in the car if you want. But please… let me talk to her first. I need to try to explain things to her before she meets you. I haven’t seen my girl since I’ve been with you and I’d like to tell her what’s going on, on my own. Can you give me this? Please, Julian.”
His gaze zeroed in on me, thinking about it for a second. There was so much emotion behind his stare, and I knew it mirrored mine. There was no need for words. Our eyes spoke for themselves as his fingers began to really caress me. My mouth parted, and he laid his forehead on top of mine, his lips inches away from my mouth.
I could feel his erection.
Inhale his musky scent.
I felt him everywhere and all he was doing was rubbing my clit. His fingers were soft yet demanding, controlling yet eager, and fucking intense as all hell. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a man’s hands on me in this way, between being a full-time mom and having a full-time job, both of them occupied most of my time.
On top of that, I never found another man who caught my attention quite like Julian. Through the years, I often wondered if I’d ever find someone and be able to move on from him. He may have broken my heart, but a huge part of me felt like it didn’t matter—he owned my soul. I had no interest in dating or to give my heart to someone else.
Maybe you were only allowed a love like ours once in a lifetime and I guess I’d become complacent with that.
Peering into his eyes, I erratically breathed out, “Julian.” Trying to catch my next breath, I added, “Do we have a deal?”
My thoughts.
My words.
They all seemed to be intertwined with one another.
Especially when he slipped my panties to the side, touching my pussy for the first time in over a decade. I shuddered against him, melting into his caress, wanting to kiss him.
Why wasn’t he kissing me? I refused to demand it.
His rough fingers moved to my opening, soaking up my wetness before he glided them back and forth on my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled. “Your pussy has always been so responsive to me, it’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Did he just say he loved me? I refused to ask that too.
He slid his fingers into my core, ordering, “Fuck my hand, Autumn.” Curving his fingers toward my g-spot, he rhythmically stimulated it in a come-hither motion. I began to rock against him as he increased his speed, harder and faster he manipulated me. No one knew my body quite like Julian, he was the first and last man to give me an orgasm.
“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “Make me come…”
He released another growl from deep within his chest, vibrating against my breasts. I opened my eyes needing to look at him. He was staring at my face through a hooded gaze, completely taking me in. Showing everything I always wanted to see.
His love.
His devotion.
His regret.
It poured out of him, and I had to close my eyes again.
Don’t fall for his trap. You’re just doing this for Capri. It’s a deal. Nothing more. You don’t love him anymore.
Softly, he rubbed his lips against my mouth. “When’s the last time someone touched your pussy, kid?”
“Really?” I panted. “You want to talk about this right now?”
“I can’t think of a better time than now.” He fucked me faster with his fingers, and I rode him harder.
“I don’t know… it’s been… a while.”
I didn’t have to open my eyes to know that he was smiling wide.
“How many men have you been with since me?”
“I’m… not…” He worked me over fervently. “Jesus… that feels amazing…”
“I’m waiting, kid.”
“What?” I shook my head, overwhelmed by his touch and questions.
“Men, Autumn. How many?”
“Oh… god…” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “None of… oh fuck… business…” I bit my bottom lip, feeling my legs quiver and my pussy pulsate. “Don’t ask questions… you don’t want… answers to.”
“Is that right?” he asked in a devilish tone, breathing into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my entire body. “You’re not being a good girl.” Before I could retort, he slapped my pussy, catching me off guard and my body jolted forward. “You want me to finish you off?”
“If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
He smiled with nothing but mischief in his eyes. “Then answer my question.”
“Ugh!” I fell back against the bed. “Four.”
His eyes glazed over with a predatory regard that made my stomach flutter.
“Including me,” he stated as a question.
“Yes.”
He leaned forward, close to my mouth. “Was one of them good ol’ fucking Charlie, Cherry?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“Oh, you’ll answer it.”
“I don’t want you to get him fired.”
“You just did.”
“Julian! You better leave him alone.”
His fingers slid back inside me, causing my back to arch. “Did any of them make you come?”
Giving him what he sought, I admitted, “No.”
“I’ll tell you why,” he adamantly affirmed. “It’s because I’m the only man who knows where and how to touch you, I know how to lick you and how hard to fuck you.” His voice was laced with possession. “You’re mine, Autumn. I’m yours. Always and forever, kid.”
I whimpered into his mouth, but he quickly repositioned his face in between my legs and I just about came undone when I felt his tongue on my clit—licking, sucking, tasting. Devouring me as if he had something to prove.
“Say it,” he insisted, eating and finger fucking me still. “Who do you belong to?”
“Not a chance.”
Deeply, he growled, for a much different reason that time. “You don’t have to say it. Your squirting pussy will do it for you.”
“Julian…” I let go, coming all over his face and fingers.
After I was done riding the high that was Julian Locke, he looked profoundly into my eyes as he got up off the bed. Slipping his fingers into his mouth, he licked them clean.
Simply stating, “Your pussy doesn’t hate me, Autumn. You still taste as sweet as ever.”
Chapter TWENTY-FOUR
—Autumn—
We didn’t talk for the rest of the flight. What could we say after that? It was a clusterfuck. Now we were sitting in the backseat of an SUV, Julian was on the phone yelling at someone while I looked out the window, lost in my own thoughts as the driver drove us to my home. I was a wrecking ball of emotions, good and bad. I couldn’t believe I allowed him to touch me. I didn’t think it through. All I did was evoke more feelings I thought were long gone.