Page 109 of I Knew You
I told her I was about to come in case she didn’t want to swallow my release. But she looked up at me, and the desire I saw in her eyes was intoxicating. Her hands tightened aroundthe base of my cock. It took nothing but a suck and a slight gag from her to make me explode.
When we were both collected, I pulled her up toward me, nestling her into my shoulder again. “Do you need a drink?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“No, it went down perfectly.” She laughed. “Maybe in a bit. Hold me first.”
I did as she asked.
“I wonder who gives oral better? You or me?” she teased, resting her hand on my chest. I took her hand in my own and squeezed it. I wished for a world where we could measure that and take bets. I considered myself a confident, skilled lover, but Julianna was the dark horse in that race. I would bet on her every single time.
“I think we should practice until we figure it out,” I said with a smirk and a wink. She laughed.
“I think before we do that, I will have to have that drink,” she replied. “And probably a shower.”
I stroked her soft skin near her collarbone. “Is it strange that I like the thought of my cum still between your legs?”
“I didn’t know you were so possessive,” she replied, shivering with my gentle caress.
“I am when it comes to you. Is that a turn-off for you?” I’d always played a little dominant in the bedroom, but I knew I would do whatever she was comfortable with and be content.
“Quite the opposite,” she replied, a blush coloring her cheeks. She was so easily turned upside down. “I like it. I like being taken care of and wanted. Regardless, I already knew this about you anyway.”
“What? How?”
“You ooze confidence, Dracula.” She giggled.
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face at her gentle teasing.
“Has your dad contacted you again?” she asked, steering the subject toward more serious topics.
With anyone else, this would have been the point where I deflected, where I did anything to stop from exposing my true feelings. She might have hated to make herself physically vulnerable, but for me, it was the emotional vulnerability that did not come naturally.
But it was different with Julianna and slightly different with Mel. I trusted them both explicitly.
“No, he’s not contacted me, and I don’t expect him to. I don’t want him to. The money is a done deal. I made all the necessary phone calls. I sent in the marriage documents, and the money is set for transfer in installments. He knew he couldn’t stop it. He just wanted to come and try to hurt me,” I replied in one breath. “It’s what he does. Everyone always says that your kin is your kin, and no matter what they do, you have to respect your blood, but that’s bullshit. I can’t function with my dad. It took me a long time with professional help to realize I didn’t have to put up with him, that I could separate myself, and it wasn’t shameful.”
She seemed to mull this over. “I’m so happy you got help, Bram. It says so much about you. What about your mom?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know how to feel. I tried to get her to leave so many times, but she refused. She always said I was overreacting. She was never there for me growing up, either, with all the drinking. What do you do when someone wants to stay in that life?”
“I’m sorry it’s like this with them,” she whispered, now caressing my upper arm with her soft fingertips. “Grams never wanted you to hate them. But she wanted to make sure you were loved like you deserved.”
“And she did. She showed me what family was. You all did.”
“Too close to the sister thing…” She scrunched her face, and I chuckled.
“Believe me, the last thing I thought when looking at youwas that I wanted to be your brother,” I assured her, kissing her forehead, unable to stop the frequency with which I was doing it. “I won’t keep saying it, but it kills me how different our lives would have been if I’d been honest with everyone from the beginning, including you. I’m sorry for all the wasted years, Jules.” I meant it with everything I had.
She sat up and put one hand on the other side of me to steady herself, and gently stroked my trimmed beard. “They weren’t wasted,” she said, looking into my eyes, and I fell into her deep irises. “I’ve been looking at it all wrong. We were waiting. Because this, right here, is perfection.”
“There’s the romantic I knew back in high school.” I caught her hand and kissed it reverently.
She pushed some of her hair out of her face. It was wild and beautiful, and I suddenly wanted to be inside her again.
I’ll never have enough of her.
“I haven’t talked to Whit since you left the house,” I said. “It’s not unusual during the season, but he’d been checking up every day until you left. I haven’t heard from him and don’t know what happened.”
“About that,” she said sheepishly. “I talked to him. We discussed things. I confronted him about his behavior after Grams died.”
