Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“I never properly thanked you for saving my life,” she muttered over my lips. “This seems like a fun way to do it.”
“Well, if this is the way you thank me, I have to warn you that one time isn’t going to be nearly enough to pay off the debt.”
I backed Juliette against the sink. With barely any room to move, I kissed her like my life depended on it. Every ounce of me surrendered to the immense pleasure of being back in my happy place. Her smell. Her taste. I was drowning in endorphins and loving every bit of it.
She fumbled with my belt, and within seconds, I was inside of her. I paused for a moment to relish the warmth of her pussy before thrusting in and out with so much force that when the plane hit turbulence, it felt like it could’ve been caused by us. I’d normally be a little freaked out when a plane shook like this. But at the moment? I didn’t have a care in the world, other than escaping inside this woman. With each movement, I let out more and more of the frustration I’d harbored during the time we’d been apart.
“I’ve missed fucking you so much,” I murmured.
Juliette responded by moving her hips faster.
When I came, it was sudden and hard. My body shook, and I felt her hands tighten around me just before the muscles between her legs pulsed around my shaft. I pumped in and out slowly until I had nothing left to give.
As we recovered from our mile-high-club debut, I set her down and softly kissed her neck.
“I’m never letting you go again,” I whispered.
I opted to leave first and return to my seat, and I tried to pretend I didn’t notice Tommy smirking at me. I couldn’t have cared less what he thought at the moment.
About five minutes later, Juliette emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was mussed, and I knew mine must have been tousled, too. She looked like she’d been properly fucked, and I was proud to say, she had.
For the rest of the flight, Juliette leaned her head on my shoulder. We were sated and at peace. It was bliss.
We decided to turn on a movie for the last couple of hours, and the universe must have been playing with us, because the first one that popped up on the screen? Goodfellas.
***
The three-story house in Mill Basin, Brooklyn, had a stucco façade and was surrounded by a large, black, wrought-iron fence. It looked like something out of Beverly Hills stuck in the middle of New York. According to Juliette, her neighborhood was known for its Christmas-light displays during the winter months. Even though I’d lived in Brooklyn, I’d never spent too much time in this neck of the woods. To the average person, this would’ve seemed like a nice, wholesome home, but of course, I knew better.
Two luxury SUVs sat parked in the driveway out front. I assumed one of them was Vince’s, and it occurred to me that he might not be driving it again for a very long time. That thought was bittersweet. As relieved as I was to have him safely locked away, I’d always feel bad for Juliette. He was still her dad.
It was late, past midnight, but Frannie was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when she opened the solid mahogany door to greet us.
“There’s my baby!” she cried as she wrapped her arms around her daughter. Her nails were perfectly manicured and painted red. She winked at me as we entered. “Welcome, Wes. Hey, Tommy.”
I looked up at the winding staircase and crystal chandeliers as Frannie ushered us inside.
“It’s so good to see you, Mom,” Juliette said.
I took in a waft of Frannie’s strong perfume.
“How was the flight?” Frannie asked.
“Really rocky, but so worth it.” Juliette grinned over at me.
So freaking worth it, indeed.
“It’s always worth it to see family, isn’t it?” Frannie sighed. “I don’t love to fly, but I don’t have to think twice about getting on that plane to see my beautiful girl across the country.”
I took in a whiff of something else in the air. Tomato sauce and a hint of coffee, maybe.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Frannie said as she led us through the house.
“It’s past midnight!” Juliette laughed.
“I know. But I figured you’d be hungry after that flight. And I drank a ton of coffee waiting up for you guys. Anyway, it’s never too late to eat. You can sleep in as long as you need to in the morning. You have nothing planned for tomorrow, right?”
Juliette shook her head, and Tommy rubbed his stomach. “I could eat.”
The only thing I craved tonight was a hot shower, followed by another round of amazing sex with Frannie’s daughter.
As Tommy retreated to the kitchen with Frannie, Juliette tugged my arm and showed me around. The more I saw of it, the more I realized this house looked exactly like I’d imagined, with leather furniture and shiny gold accents. The outside featured an in-ground pool and a large patio, and farther back on the property was a small pool house, where Juliette said her mother lived. The walls were lined with photos of Juliette at every stage of her life, and my heart nearly burst at the sight of mini-Juliette. It made me want a little girl with her someday.