by CL Rowell
She rotated, careful not to dislodge my busy fingers, and bent over, thrusting her ass back against me, “Like this, Geoff?”
“Exactly like that, sweetheart.” I peeled her clothing down her body, pushing them to her knees before skating my damp fingers back up and plunging them into her soaked opening. “God, you’re so wet, Juliet,” I groaned, “so hot. Are you ready for my hard cock, baby?”
“I am,” she pushed back against my fingers. “Take me, Geoff. Take me hard. Make me scream.”
I bent at the knees as she went up on tiptoe, working together to line my cock up with her dripping opening. Gritting my teeth and praying for control, I slowly buried my length inside her tight tunnel. She felt like heaven—hot, wet heaven. I groaned out load when she gyrated on my stiff pole, pushing her round bottom against my tense lower belly.
“Juliet, baby, you need to hold still. You’re playing with fire. I’m trying to go slow and easy, here.”
“I don’t want slow and easy,” she panted as she pushed against me, encouraging me to pick up the pace. “I want it rough. I want it fast and hard.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I protested. “You just admitted you’re still sore from last night.”
“Not that sore.” She tightened around me, reaching between her legs to play with my balls and taint. “Do you like that? Felicity told me one time during a high school sleepover that guys like it when you caress their sack and rub the spot behind it.”
“Yes,” I saw stars. Not wanting to leave her behind, I reached around and started rubbing and pinching her clit. “Do you like that?”
“Aahhh, yes…Geoff, please!” She arched her back and started grinding against me. “Harder, Geoff—fuck me harder.”
I gripped her hips and pumped harder, feeling the tip of my dick bottoming out inside her soft tunnel. “Is that what you want? Hmm? Is that how you like it? You want it rough?”
“Yes!” She struggled to meet me stroke for stroke, pushing back each time I slammed forward. She was reaching between her spread legs to rub her own clit since my hands were busy. “Harder! Faster! Oh god, Geoff, yes!”
Her inner walls gripped me like a fist as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm brought on by my thrusts and her fingers, dragging me along for the ride. I exploded deep inside her and my knees went weak. I lowered myself to the floor before my legs gave out, carefully bringing her along with me, and cuddled her close as we caught our breath.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Juliet
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“We have got to stop doing that,” I grumbled after I caught my breath and my brain came back online.
“Stop doing what?” He hugged me close when I attempted to stand. “Stop having sex?”
“Stop having it without a condom, yeah.”
I felt him stiffen. “You’re not on birth control?”
“Hello? I was a virgin until last night. Why would I be on birth control?”
“I don’t know,” he huffed, sounding defensive, “I’ve heard some girls use it to avoid most of their monthlies.”
“Yeah, I know a couple who do. I don’t have killer cramps though, so I saw no reason for it.” I shrugged. “Don’t worry. If I got pregnant, I wouldn’t try to use it to trap you. It isn’t like you tried to knock me up on purpose or anything.”
“I didn’t say you would try to,” his voice got all deep and growly and I had to fight to keep a smile off my face.
“I know—stop acting so bristly. I was just letting you know that I’m not like that. I’m more the type to handle everything myself.”
“What do you mean?” He was staring at me like I’d sprouted an extra head, his eyes so wide I could see the whites all the way around. I could hear the tension spike in his voice, too, and I couldn’t help but wonder at the reason for it—and then he added, “Are you saying you’d want to get an abortion?”
A lightbulb flickered, brightening above my head as my understanding grew. His reaction made so much sense at that moment. He was afraid I’d leave him out of the whole decision. My heart melted and I rushed to reassure him.
“Heavens, no—I couldn’t get rid of our baby, silly. I lo—like you way too much for that.” I winced, hoping he didn’t catch my flub. I almost told him I loved him. It was way too close. I felt my heart race at the thought.
“I’m glad.” I felt him go limp, his relief obvious, as the rigidity left his body. “If you did get pregnant, I’d stand by you, you know. I’d take care of both of you—unless you didn’t want to keep it. I wouldn’t want you to give it up for adoption, though. I’d take it—him or her—and raise it myself.”
“That’s so sweet—but I wouldn’t make you do that.” I slid off his lap and turned so I was fully facing him. “I wouldn’t abandon my child—our child—but I’m not trying to get your money, either. I’m not a gold digger. I’ll even sign a prenup before we get married to prove it.”
“Not necessary.”
“I bet that’s not what your family would say.”
“It doesn’t matter what they’d say. I don’t think you’re a gold digger—but, if it turned out you are pregnant with my child, I’m taking care of both of you. No arguments.”
“But—”
“Ah ah, didn’t you hear me say no arguments?”
I rolled my eyes, “Ohh yes, because I’m sooo good at taking orders, right? Not! Why are you being so hardheaded?”
“Because I love you, silly girl. I’ve always loved you.”
My heart skipped a beat, then resumed, loping and stuttering inside my chest. “Are you just saying that because we didn’t use a condom?” Even my voice sounded weak, breathless. “You don’t have to say you love me. I don’t expect it.”
He jumped to his feet and yanked his pants up, looking everywhere but at me. “Fine, you don’t expect it. I won’t say it anymore. You happy now?”
I got to my feet too, adjusting my clothes as I did. I saw the furrow between his brows and the thin slashing line of his lips. “Geoff, are you mad at me? I don’t know what I said or did, but I apologize for it. Please don’t be angry with me.” I could hear the tremor in my voice and wondered if he could, too. The sting of impending tears lurked behind my eyes and I hoped I could hold it together, not wanting to break down and cry in front of him. My stomach churned, almost like it did when I got that bright idea to run a half-marathon in the middle of August a few years back.
“No, I’m not mad at you.” He hurriedly crossed the distance separating us to wrap his arms around me. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little disappointed—but that’s on me. I knew you were just playing a part to help me out. It’s not your fault I got caught up in my feelings and forgot. I’m sorry for acting like an ass. Forgive me?”
“But…I do love you, Geoff…”
“I know, as a friend, right?” He glanced down and away. I could see his lips trembling.
“Do you really think I would let us have sex after holding onto my virginity for so long if I only loved you as a friend?” I tilted my head to see his eyes beneath the shield of his bangs. He shrugged but I caught the liquidy sheen in his eyes. “Hell no! I’ve loved you since ninth grade Biology, you silly man.”
“You never said anything.”
“Neither did you. I didn’t want to push myself on you—and when you asked if you could be my friend,” I lifted a shoulder, “I accepted the offer. At least it allowed me to stay close to you.”
“I only asked if I could be your friend because even I could see, despite the rose colored glasses I was wearing, that you were waaayyy out of my league.” He chuckled. “I didn’t want to get greedy and lose it all.”
“You really love me?” I marveled at the thought.
“I really do.” He looked down, then back up, seeming shy. “I bought you that ring because it reminded me of your eyes. They’re blue and green, like the ocean—and so are the diamonds on the sides. It was like it was meant to be.”
“Aww
!” I stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, “That’s the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He cleared his throat and his cheeks flushed. “Juliet?”
“Yes?” I leaned back and watched his eyes.
“Do you think there’s any chance that we could just stay married—that our marriage could be for real and not just to meet the stipulations in Grandma’s will?”
“Is that what you really want?” My heart was pounding as I waited for his response.
“Yes—I even told Grandpa that if I had my way, you’d never take off the ring I gave you.”
I lightly punched his flat stomach and laughed when he groaned. “When were you gonna tell me?”
His cheeks flushed even redder and he shrugged, ducking his head. “I don’t know. Eventually? After we were actually married?”
I yawned again, getting sleepy now that the tension had dissipated. “Do you still want to run off to Vegas and get married?”
“Actually, now, I’d rather run off to Hawaii.”
I sucked in a surprised breath, “Ohhh, I always wanted to go to Hawaii!”
“Then let’s go.”
“Now?” My mouth dropped open. “What about school?”
“How about tomorrow? After school? We can let our professors know and have them tell us what they’ll be doing on Tuesday so we can turn it in next Monday. Surely they won’t begrudge us for wanting to get a jump on our wedding plans.”
“Your mother will.”
“And she’ll get over it.”
I laughed. “You hope.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Geoff
∞∞∞
We stepped off the plane and I watched Juliet light up as a smiling young woman welcomed her with a colorful lei.
“They’re so pretty,” she whispered to me. “I saw them do that in the movies, but I had no idea they did it in real life.”
“They only do it if you request it,” a short balding guy in a blindingly bright Hawaiian shirt informed her before flinching away at my annoyed glare, “Sorry…sorry…I’ll just be on my way now. Please don’t hit me.”
“You paid extra so I’d receive a lei when we arrived?” She tugged at my t-shirt until I leaned down so she could plant a noisy kiss on my cheek. “Have I told you how awesome you are?”
“Not in the last hour,” I grinned, pleased to see her happy reaction to my surprise.
A couple stepped around us and the woman, late thirties or early forties, overdressed in a rhinestone-covered minidress more appropriate for a someone Juliet’s age, smacked her husband upside the head with her leather clutch, “Why didn’t you pay extra and surprise me with a lei, George?”
As we watched, he tugged his wrinkled suit jacket down and smoothed his wind tossed combover. “I wasn’t the one who reserved the tickets, cupcake—you did.”
“You could have suggested it.”
“Would you have listened?”
We slowly started walking behind them, letting them pull ahead until they were out of hearing range. She tilts her head and shades her eyes from the sun as she squints up at me.
“Do you think we’ll be like that one day?”
I shook my head, “Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because your sense of fashion is much better than hers and I’d never be seen out in public with a bad combover when everyone knows bald is beautiful.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “That wasn’t quite what I meant. I was talking about the casual snipping and backbiting done with obvious affection.”
“We already do that.”
“Oh.”
Since we didn’t bring more than our carry-on bags, we headed straight to the taxi stand where a driver was standing beside a limo and holding a sign with my name on it. I guided her toward him with a grin.
“Your carriage awaits, my lady.”
She stopped and stared. “You got a limo, too?”
“Only the best for you.”
“Do you see that, George? He reserved a limo for her. Why didn’t you do that for me, hmm?” We heard Cupcake’s shrill screech before we saw the mismatched couple arrive out front.
Poor George shlumped into view, a morose expression on his jowly face as he struggled to carry several bags for his petulant wife who carried nothing other than her clutch. “Once again, I didn’t make the reservations, dear,” he muttered.
“I bet they’re staying somewhere much nicer than our hotel, too.”
He offered me an apologetic grimace and a resigned shrug as he agreed with her, “I’m sure you’re right, dear.”
“I know I’m right.”
I hurriedly steered her toward the spotless pearlescent white vehicle and handed our bags to the driver. I didn’t relax until we were inside the dim, cool interior and he’d closed the door, leaving us to enjoy the quiet.
“That poor man,” Juliet murmured. “I would never treat you that way.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” I tucked her beneath my arm and pulled her flush to my side, kissing her temple. “You don’t have a mean bone in your body.”
“Well, now, I don’t know if I’d go that far,” she poked me in the ribs, making me jump. “I’d never book something for us and give you hell over it if I was dissatisfied, though. If she’s unhappy, she apparently has only herself to blame, so why make him miserable, too?”
“You have a point.”
“I know I do.” She tilted her chin and gave me a cheeky smirk. “Where are we staying? You never said.”
“That’s because it’s a surprise. We’re almost there, though. You’ll find out soon enough.”
I watched her stare out the window trying to figure out where we were headed and saw her eyes fill with confusion as she eyed our destination.
“Espacio?” she tried out the unfamiliar word, then looked it up on her phone. “It means ’space’ in Spanish.”
“Yes, it does.” I continue to observe her, waiting for what I knew was coming.
Her eyes widened and she jerked her head up, glancing from the building to me and back. “This place has nine floors and nine suites—Geoff, each suite takes up an entire floor.”
“Yes, it does.”
“And it costs—” she swallowed hard, “How many nights are we staying, again?”
“Five,” I waited while she did the math in her head.
“That’s twenty-five thousand dollars, not including the flight or the limo or our meals—or tips,” she squeaked as her face paled, “and you have to tip everyone in a place like this—”
“I know.”
“But you don’t get your money until two days before Christmas, so how did you—” she stared me down, “How are you affording all of this?”
“I get a monthly stipend, you know.”
“Yeah, ten thousand a month.” She smirked at my surprise. “You told me one time at a party after you got plastered.”
“Oh.”
“But this is waaayyy more than that, so spill it.”
“Fine. I told Grandpa what we were doing and asked him if he thought the lawyer would give me an early advance so I could do it right.”
“And?”
“He said he doubted it—so he gave me enough to cover it and then some. He said to consider it an early wedding gift.”
She pulled away. “He didn’t get upset over our plan to elope without telling anyone?”
“Nope. He said if he had it to do over again, he’d to the same thing.” The car came to a stop and my door opened. I slid out and offered her my hand. “Plus, he knows how crazy Mom can get sometimes.”
I dug a hundred out of my pocket and tipped the driver when he handed me our bags.
“Thank you, sir.” He nodded.
“Thank you, as well.” I turned and guided her toward the doorman. In no time, we were in the elevator headed to the ninth floor where we were shown to our penthouse suite and left alone to relax.
She turned in
a slow circle, taking in our surroundings and the view outside the window. “It’s gorgeous.” She took in a sharp breath, cautiously approaching the doors to the balcony, “Ohhhh, and there’s a Jacuzzi out here. I don’t think I packed my suit.”
“You knew we were coming to Hawaii and you didn’t pack a swimsuit?” I lifted a brow, more than a little skeptical.
“It’s old, and ugly, and faded, with rips in the bottom. I didn’t want to embarrass you.” She fluttered her lashes at me, blushing a pretty shade of pink. “We can stop and let me get one while we’re out and about.”
“You don’t need one up here, though.” I stalked her, chuckling as she backed away, moving deeper into the room. “No one can see you but me.”
“It’s daytime.”
“So?” I shrugged. “I’m not going to take pictures and put them on social media.”
“You’d better not!”
I tugged my t-shirt over my head and toed out of my sneakers. Unfastening the button on my pants, I waggled my eyebrows at her. “You wanna join me?”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“Really?” I shucked my pants and my boxers, standing before her unabashedly naked, my hard cock jutting out from close-cut curls. “Watch me.”
“Geoff!”
I stepped out onto the balcony, climbed in the warm water, and relaxed against the side of the tub. “It feels amazing!”
“You’ve lost your mind.” She peeked over the edge of the balcony. “Do you think anyone could see us up here?”
“Not with enough detail to matter.”
“Fine, I’ll be right back.”
I let the heat of the water do its job as I waited for her to come back. In the distance I heard my phone go off. I recognized the ringtone—it was my mother. Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Juliet
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The last of my clothes dropped to the floor and I was asking myself what I was thinking for the umpteenth time when I heard a ringtone start to trill. It wasn’t mine. Geoff! I tiptoed over to peek at the screen. It was his mother!