Page 57 of Black Hearts
“So, you’re saying you don’t want to come fuck her with me, or—” I stopped when Jaxon’s glare lessened, watching him heave an explosive sigh, throw up his hands, and storm around me. He headed into the hall, not waiting for me.
Well, I guess that meant he was coming.
That’s what I thought.
I turned to follow him, walking after him down the hall. He didn’t wait for me; he pushed right into Juliet’s room, saying, “Juliet, what—” Whatever else he was going to say died in the back of his throat, and I walked in behind him. Had to shove him forward a bit to be able to close the door, but he was here. One step down.
Juliet lay on the bed, on top of the sheets, her naked body bared for us both to see. When Jaxon had stopped talking, it meant he was too busy ogling her to let the brain in his head think. Only one head could think while staring at Juliet, and it wasn’t the one situated between your shoulders.
“Jaxon,” Juliet spoke his name, smiling at him. At us both, really.
He was speechless, staring at her, at that blinding, dazzling smile. I walked up to him and hung an arm around his shoulder. He was too captivated by her that he didn’t try to pull away from me, and if he’d had his wits about him, I knew for a fact he would’ve rather been anywhere else than in a room being buddy buddy with me.
But, you know, Juliet was the kind of girl that made you do things you never thought you would. She made you want to be better.
“See?” I said, patting his chest with my other hand. “She’s primed and waiting for us.”
Jaxon was finally able to speak again, and he shook his head slightly as he said, “This isn’t—”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a spoilsport. We’re all on the same team here now, or did you miss Markus’s little speech out there?” I grinned. “I know there’s some bad blood between us, but I want to work on it, for Juliet. Don’t you want to be one big happy family, for her sake?”
He swallowed. “Being a happy family and doing this are two very different things.”
“Lincoln and Ed share Stella with Killian, and they’re at each other’s throats all the time.” I shrugged. “I like to think we’re a little less dysfunctional than them.” Whether or not that was actually true might be up for debate. Being Scotts, even an honorary Scott as I was, meant we were the very picture of dysfunctional.
I let Jaxon go, moving to stand near the bed. I reached out, running my fingertips along Juliet’s jaw and watched her eyelids flutter. Her chest heaved with a giant breath, and I knew that particular movement had caught Jaxon’s attention. The longer he remained, the weaker his willpower would be. That’s how it worked for me when I was near Juliet.
When no one else said or did anything, I shrugged and started to take off my shirt. “Well, the invitation’s there. I guess if you don’t want to join us, you could always watch, but watching is half the fun, don’t you think?” I dropped my shirt to the floor, turning my back to Jaxon and his lust-filled stare. To Juliet, I added, “You and I will still have an amazing time—”
Before I got to finish the sentence, Jaxon had moved to stand beside me near the bed, his breathing already erratic. Juliet had that effect on him, on all of us. “Shut the fuck up, Will,” he said, though he didn’t tear his gaze off her, not even as he began to shed his shorts.
“Hey, this is big for me,” I pointed out. Jaxon was well aware of my history, so to welcome him like this was… not that easy for me. I might be smiling, but inside a war raged. But I wouldn’t snap. I would respect Juliet’s wishes to have us all, and I wouldn’t go behind her back to get rid of some of the competition.
We didn’t have to be in constant competition with each other. I had to remember that.
“Again,” Jaxon repeated himself, naked before me, somehow, “shut the fuck up, Will.” He crawled on the bed with Juliet, situating himself right on top of her body. He tossed me a sly look, and then lowered his mouth to hers, stealing whatever air was in her lungs and taking it for himself.
As badly as I wanted to give him a snarky comeback, I held it in. Jaxon had every right to be mad at me. Eventually, we would move past it completely. Someday. Whenever that day was, it was apparently not today.
And here I thought we’d bonded during our rescue missions.
I finished taking off my clothes, but there wasn’t room on the bed for me, not on this side, so I had to walk around the entire bed in order to get on. Jaxon was firmly on top of Juliet, and it didn’t look like he’d move if I asked. Hmm. He was probably doing it to try to show off, prove a point or some shit.
Fine. I’d let him. I would focus on the way he made Juliet moan and sigh out his name, how her body squirmed underneath his.
But, like I’d mentioned before, watching was nowhere near as fun as participating. Because of that, it wasn’t long before I came up with an idea.
“Move her down a bit,” I said.
Jaxon glanced up at me, his green eyes glazed over in pure desire, and I could tell what I’d said took a few moments to register, but once it did, he obliged. He helped Juliet move down the bed, so her head wasn’t on the pillows.
I flipped the pillows up against the headboard so I could lean my back on them, and positioned myself so that I had one leg on either side of Juliet and my lap—my rock-hard cock, basically—was a mere foot away from her head. I reached for her, hooking my hands under her armpits, and pulled her back to me, holding her head beside my hard length. I took both of her wrists in my hands and held them together just above her head.
“There you go,” I told Jaxon, “continue.” This way I’d be able to watch Juliet much better, hear the sounds she made, feel the warmth of her skin seeping into mine while Jaxon did whatever he wanted to her. She was pliant, willing, and beyond beautiful.
Jaxon sent a frown my way, but the moment he locked eyes with Juliet, it was like my presence was forgotten. He brought his mouth back down to hers, kissing her long and hard. His hands cupped her tits, pawed at her greedily while his fingers did some of the more precise work. Roaming over her nipples, pinching them, tracing her collarbone to give her a case of the shivers.
Without a word, Jaxon moved his mouth down between her tits. He ran his tongue along the underside of her right tit before latching his mouth onto the nipple. His other hand still worked at her left, showering Juliet’s body with what must be an overload of sensations while I held onto her wrists and watched.
