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CHAPTER 5

ZOEY

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more overwhelmed and comfortable at the same time. These people are amazing, and I can practically feel how they’ve opened their arms and hearts to me. I should find it strange, but it feels oddly right and perfect.

I’m usually a little wary of people and what their ulterior motives are, but I don’t find myself asking those same questions with these people. It’s clear they don’t want anything from me other than getting to know me. It’s refreshing as fuck.

They’re all so nice too. Troy is funny as hell, but I can feel how irritated Juniper is becoming every time Troy makes me laugh. I’ve met so many people and I probably won’t remember all their names. Well, except for the guys in the rock band Suburban Outcasts. I already knew their names and having a beer with them is kind of strange and really fucking cool.

Iris is glowing and looks like she’s about to pop at any moment. Her husband, Gavin, dotes on her. It’s adorable as hell and makes me a little jealous. I can’t help but think about how Juniper would act if I was pregnant.

Walsh leans around Troy and grins at me. “Do you have any tattoos, Zoey?”

Juniper growls, “You’re not tattooing my girl, don’t even fucking think about it.” He points to Olivia, who is grinning with a knowing glint in her eye. “If anyone at Banks is going to tattoo her, it’s going to be Liv.”

I wave my hand dismissively which causes Juniper to tighten his hold on my waist. It was so comfortable I had forgotten he was touching me there, honestly. Which should strike me as strange but seems pretty much on par with us.

“I do have a tattoo and while I know how kick ass you all are, I’m good with my artist.” I shrug one shoulder and smirk. “She’s a friend of mine.”

Troy narrows his eyes at me and cocks his head to the side. “There’s more to the story.”

Olivia, who looks like a pixie with her lavender hair, snaps her fingers. “Monroe. I bet you get tattooed at Vibrant by Monroe.”

My mouth drops open and I blink at her. “How the hell did you know that?”

Olivia gives me jazz hands. “I’m just good like that.”

I find myself laughing. I’ve done that a lot tonight. So many people with smiles on their faces and welcoming arms. As awesome as it’s been, I’m kind of tired. I didn’t sleep a full day today and I can feel it catching up with me.

When I look up into Juniper’s eyes, I find his green depths studying me with concern written on his brow. He doesn’t look around, keeping our gazes locked as he rumbles, “Zoey’s had enough for the night. We’re going to head home.”

I want to scoff. I want to tell him he doesn’t know me, and he can’t make decisions for me, but the truth is I do want to go home.

Home.

I’m not sure when his place, along with the room I’m renting became home, but it did. I was pissed at my old roommate for putting me in the position of finding another place to live, but right now I’m grateful.

It’s a whirlwind of goodbyes and hugs and promises of being in touch before we’re heading out the door. Surprisingly, I believe the promises. These are clearly the type of people who are close and stay close, putting in the work to make sure they’re aware of what’s going on with each other.

I groan, slightly exasperated, “Are you part sheep dog or something?”

“What?” Juniper chuckles, amusement in his words, “Why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re herding me pretty fucking effectively right where you want me,” I tease him.

The next thing I know I’m being pressed up against the side of Juniper’s truck, his big arms caging me in. My eyes are big and round as I look up at him to find him close. Very fucking close. His woody smell envelopes me. Even though around the edges is the scent of the bar, it’s not horrible. I can still smell him underneath it all and he makes my mouth water.

“You’re not quite right where I want you, Sweetheart,” his words drip with promises of passion and pleasure.

“Where then?” The question is a breathy whisper, and it makes Juniper grin at me.

He doesn’t answer in words, and I’ve never been more thankful for action being the name of the game more than this moment. As Juniper’s lips descend on mine, everything in my body is focused on the press of him against me. When he pries my lips open with his own for his tongue to explore my mouth, I don’t resist. I melt against him as his body pins me against the side of his truck, not letting me fall or falter.

He holds me steady, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal against my body. He is definitely large and in charge, if you catch my drift.I moan into his mouth as one of his hands grips the side of my neck, holding me in place and molding me to be exactly what he wants, want he needs.

He might be gruff and too fucking loud to allow me to sleep sometimes, but this kiss makes up for a lot. I’ve been kissed before, but nothing like this. This is an experience. I don’t know if I need to actually get his cock inside of me if he keeps kissing me like this.

When he shifts his hips and his cock presses harder against my hip, I know I’m full of it. It would be more accurate to consider if I’m going to survive if he doesn’t slide himself deep inside me. I need it. My body is yearning for it, creating a chasm of need inside of me and I know there’s only one thing which can fill it.

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