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And also not wanting to come too soon in front of Jaxon. Really, with how long it had been since I’d been with Juliet like this, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that I was ready to burst so quickly. A hand could only do so much, and even with lotion or other lube, it just wasn’t the same. Juliet’s pussy blew my hand out of the water every single time.
Each time I felt the impending explosion of pleasure inch its way to the forefront, I slowed my pace, thought of things that would help get rid of the oncoming orgasm. Basically, I took an ice-cold shower with my mind until I was certain I could continue thrusting without losing it in the blink of an eye.
She really was spectacular. She was everything. I peeked my eyes open, finding that she no longer kissed Jaxon; she stared at me with deep hunger in her blue gaze. Being on the receiving end of such a look was indescribable. She literally was everything to me, and I could not overstate how much I would try to never hurt her ever again.
Or, yes, any of the others. I had to view them as an extension of Juliet, but whatever worked, right?
I couldn’t say how long I was lost in her, how long I managed to last, thrusting away at her wet pussy like it was my job. It wasn’t as long as I hoped, but of course, that was because I could do it forever and never tire of it.
Pleasure surged through me, a blast of erotic bliss and unfettered heat I couldn’t fight. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy, my chest letting out a thunderous moan when my cock emptied itself inside her. Pump after pump of hot cum shot into her cunt, and she took everything I had.
Fuck. That felt fucking amazing.
I was unhurried in pulling out of her and flopping down to her other side, so that she was now sandwiched on the bed between Jaxon and me. I breathed hard, as did she. Jaxon’s breath was the most stable out of the three of us, but his skin was still coated in a sheen of sweat.
“How was that?” I asked her. “I told you I could learn to play nice.” Not that I was searching for approval, but… okay, yes, I wanted her approval, for Juliet to acknowledge the fact that I was trying. Was that so wrong?
Juliet turned her face toward me, a soft smile gracing her lips. “You did, and you have.” The hand closest to me on the bed found one of my own, and she held onto it gently. “I’m proud of you, Will.”
I… I didn’t think I’d ever heard someone say that to me before. Not my mother, not my father, definitely not Markus or any of the other Scotts. Ash had never…
No one had ever said that to me. I’d tried and I’d tried and I’d tried—to the point where I had a mental break and blocked out reality, what I’d done to my own mother, for years. Always trying to be perfect and it never mattered to anyone before, trying to make things right for me, for my brother… I’d never really done right until now. Not until Juliet.
Jaxon groaned. “How sick.”
I peered over her head at him, glaring. “Hey, we’re having a moment here.”
“Yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll leave and let you two have your moment—” Before Jaxon could crawl off the bed, Juliet’s other hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him. His gaze fell to her, expectant.
She turned her head to look at him. “Don’t go. Stay. Just… stay with me for a while, both of you.” She didn’t ask, and yet I knew the way she said it, there was no way in hell Jaxon would ever deny her. No way I could, either.
Jaxon let out a sigh, and he relaxed beside her, no longer seconds from getting up. I curled against her, draping one arm over her upper stomach, holding onto her.
I never, ever would’ve thought one girl could make us play nice, but I guess fate was laughing at me somewhere. Life tended to hand you things you weren’t expecting, and Juliet was the curveball of all curveballs. Not a single one of us could’ve expected how she would affect us and our lives, how she’d change us.
It wasn’t just us, either.
The man in charge, the cold, calculated, and cruel Markus Scott—the man who knew no pain—had changed, too. Even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the old Markus never would’ve let this happen.
We’d all made mistakes. Each and every one of us. Some mistakes had been worse than others. No one here was innocent, except her, and it was for that very reason that I knew nothing would ever be the same again. Even if we got the estate back, forced Johnathan out, nothing would ever be the same.
Now I was beginning to realize that didn’t have to be a bad thing.
Chapter Ten – Juliet
I didn’t dream of my father. It felt like the first time in a long time that I didn’t dream of him or what he’d done. No old memories fighting their way to the surface in my head. Nothing but the sheer blackness of a hard night’s sleep. I was sure it helped that Jaxon and Will had stayed the night with me.
They might bicker and glare at each other, but I didn’t think they hated each other as much as they claimed to.
Or maybe they really did like me that much.
Anyways, I welcomed the no-dreams thing, because lately… ever since coming to the Scott house, really, my dreams had been awful things. Back in the day they used to comprise of the mystery man in the suit, the man behind the mask at the masquerade. I’d rather dream of Markus than my father and his sins any day.
When I woke up, I didn’t get up right away. I stayed in bed for a while. The sunlight streamed through the window on the far side of the room, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel like a weight had been lifted. For the first time in a long time, I felt good. My body might be a little achy in the midsection every now and then, but I felt good. Maybe I only felt this way because I knew we were coming upon the end to this.
Johnathan Scott. I could picture his face perfectly in my head. An older version of Markus, just as evil. Perhaps even more so, because he was the one who taught Markus everything he knew. He was the one who molded Markus, trained him, made him into the control-loving man he was today. Johnathan had made Markus in his image.
It seemed almost silly to think a contract would get a man like that out of the picture, but maybe that was the point. To a man like him, a contract was binding. It was control put to pen and paper. If he didn’t respect that, then he would go against everything he stood for, everything he’d taught Markus to adhere to, in a way.
