Page 56 of Black Hearts
I blinked, and Will pulled his mouth away from my neck to stare down at me. He held his body above mine on the bed, and I knew he was as hard as he could be between the legs. For a second there, I wondered if I’d heard him right. “What?”
“Let me get Jaxon, and I’ll show you just how nicely I can learn to share,” Will whispered.
Memories came alive in my head. At the Hillcrest party, arguing with Jaxon. Falling into bed with him, and then Bennet blackmailing his way in. The way I’d felt with both of them near, their breath hot on my body, their hands greedy, their cocks desperate to have me.
Jaxon had grumbled at the time, but he’d done it. He’d taken me with Bennet. Would he do it again with Will, or would he laugh and tell him to screw off? The history between the two guys was different than what was between him and Bennet. Jaxon hated Will for what he’d done, but maybe…
Hmm. I wasn’t one hundred percent, but if they were gentle with me, I think that’d be something I’d like.
So, I told Will the only answer there could be: “Then go get him.”
Chapter Nine – Will
Juliet stared up at me, her blond hair in a halo around her head. Her body was naked under mine, flushed and heated in all the ways that made her cheeks rosy. Those big, blue eyes hardly blinked, and yet their pupils were full of desire. She wanted me; I could tell. She had no reservations about us, about being with me.
But that wasn’t enough. Not after everything I’d done. I had to prove to her that I was willing to go the extra step, do things that might make me uncomfortable. Do things I knew she would like.
I offered to go get Jaxon to prove that I could play nice and share her, and she’d said: “Then go get him.”
I didn’t so much hesitate as I simply got lost in her beautiful gaze. The hue of her eyes was more than pretty; that blue was so deep and so entrancing, warmer than the waters in the Caribbean. They caught me, held me in place, captured me in a way no one else’s eyes could. I never wanted anyone else. I’d prove that to Juliet for the rest of my life, however long or short it was.
It was only after another minute that I managed to pull my body off hers. I rolled off the bed, getting to my feet, my cock steel in my pants. I let my gaze roam across her bare body, taking in every rise of her chest, every flutter of those eyelashes. Her tits were perky and glorious, and even that stomach of hers—yes, even with the scabbing wound—she was so fucking gorgeous, I couldn’t think straight.
That’s the thing about love. It made you do things. It controlled you. It was unlike anything else in the world, because it could change you. Really, truly change you, but only if you let it. In the past, I’d tried to change those around me instead of looking inward and trying to be better in the name of love. I understood now that wasn’t how it was meant to be. Love was both a silly thing and the thing that mattered most above all.
I could not change Juliet. I couldn’t change the fact that she’d fallen for the other monsters in the house, couldn’t change that they had also fallen for her. My scheming had gotten me nowhere, only brought pain upon both myself and Juliet, and I vowed to never let myself sink that low again. I would be a better man for love, for Juliet.
If that wasn’t an epiphany, I didn’t know what was.
As difficult as it was to tear myself away from Juliet and her naked body, I turned away from her, heading to the door. I slipped out quietly. I didn’t go marching into the main living area straight away; no, I think walking out with a raging boner would probably cause everybody’s head to spin. So, I took a moment to reach down and adjust myself. If you were careful, you could hide your cock with the help of your boxers.
It was only when my erect member wasn’t too obvious that I walked down the hall. Markus was on the phone, talking to someone. He sat at the table near the kitchen, frowning like he always did when he wasn’t with Juliet. Bennet sat in front of the TV, eating leftover pizza from dinner. I didn’t see Jaxon, though, and he was my target.
I turned around, going back down the hall. I passed Juliet’s room, along with Markus’s, then mine. The rooms weren’t overly large, but the suite had enough for each of us to have our own space. We had to split the bathrooms, which did suck. Bennet liked taking long-ass showers… although I myself, on occasion, took long showers when I was too busy thinking of Juliet and remembering what it was like to be with her.
So, yeah, no judgment here.
I pushed into Jaxon’s bedroom, finding him shirtless and doing some push-ups. His phone played music loudly, so he didn’t hear me walk in. I went over to the dresser where his phone sat, pausing the music.
He looked up, a scowl on his face once he saw it was me. He got up, wiping the sweat off his brow as he asked, “What do you want?” He must’ve come straight here after Markus had gathered us all ‘round for that chat, working out this whole time. He was used to it, I guess. Must suck for him and Bennet, not having a gym they could use whenever they wanted.
“This might be a little awkward, but I was wondering if you’d like to join Juliet and me for some… uh, let’s just call it fun time.”
You’d think I would’ve come up with a less awkward way to put it, but you’d be wrong. Jaxon and I weren’t buddies. We weren’t really anything. We might live in the same house, might’ve both been adopted into the Scott family—him from a much younger age, clearly—but that didn’t make us friends. The only thing we had in common was Juliet.
Jaxon blinked. And then he blinked some more. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, all he did was blink again. I think I broke him.
“Earth to Jaxon,” I said. “Is anyone there? Is there a button I should press to restart you? A plug I should pull to—”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jaxon finally got his words back, and he didn’t sound like he wanted to play nice. “What—do I even want to know what you’ve got up your sleeve now?”
“Nothing up my sleeve,” I said. I pointed a thumb to the hall. “She’s waiting for me to get back, and I told her I’d be bringing you, so… let’s not disappoint her.”
“Like I would ever—what makes you—” Jaxon couldn’t get out a full sentence, apparently. I would’ve laughed at him if I wasn’t straining to get back to Juliet and her wonderfully supple body. “Was this her idea?”
I sighed. So chatty. “It was mine. I want to prove to her that I can be better, and I figured, after everything, I could start with you.”
“Being better for Juliet doesn’t mean inviting me. It just means be a better person, you dick.”
