“About your mental and emotional state. About your psychological recovery, which is important to your physical recovery.” She clicked off the bathroom light and took a few steps closer to me. “I feel like you’re isolating yourself out here.”
“I go to PT, and I show up at all my doctors’ appointments,” I argued. “And I’m not fucking isolated. Zeke comes by all the damn time, and I couldn’t shake you loose if I tried.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes. “Okay, wow. Thanks for that. I appreciate it. Nice to know where we stand.”
I knew I should apologize, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Get to the point, Juliet.”
“I don’t know if I want to now.” Her lip jutted out. “You’re being an asshole.”
“I think I’m entitled, given the year I’ve had. Maybe the decade.” I shifted my weight onto my good leg. “Spill, Juliet. Stop being a fucking child and tell me what you were going to say.”
She drew in a deep breath, throwing her tits into relief—trying to distract me, I thought irritably. Well, it wasn’t going to work.
“I think we should throw a party.”
If I’d been annoyed before, now I was downright angry. “A party? Are you out of your fucking mind? No. I’m not throwing a party. A party is for people who have something to celebrate. In case you haven’t noticed, that’s not me.”
“Oh, but it would be so much fun, Noah. This house was made for entertaining. And it’s the holiday season. What better time to celebrate?” She sidled over to me and pressed her body against mine. “Everyone on the team, all the people in the front office . . . they’ve all been so good to you during this time. Let’s thank them by inviting them here. And the press—they love your story. We’re, like, social media darlings—and this could be like our first official event as a couple. We’ll have the food catered, we’ll get a bartender, a couple of kegs . . . the weather’s cooling off a little now, so we do some of it outside. We’ll put up a big tree in the living room and decorate with ribbons and shit everywhere else. I love Christmas decorations. Doesn’t it sound like fun?”
“Not even a little bit. I don’t want people here to gawk at me, Juliet. And that’s what they’ll do. Poor Noah, the dude who’s lost everything important to him.” I shook my head. “No way.”
She stared up at me, and her cornflower eyes filled with tears as her lower lip jutted out. “When you say things like that, you sound so mean. I don’t know why you have to be hateful, Noah.”
Great. More guilt. That was what I needed. “I’m not being hateful. I’m just being honest.”
“What have I done to make you talk to me like this? I’ve taken care of you. I’ve cooked for you. I’ve made sure you have everything you need to get better.” She ducked her head and gazed at me through her damp lashes. “I’ve fucked you every way I know how, let you do whatever you wanted to me. I haven’t held a damn thing back, Noah. And all I asked, the one thing I’ve requested, is to be able to throw a party to thank your friends. You won’t have to do a thing. I’ll handle the whole set-up and clean-up. You’ll just need to sit back and enjoy yourself.”
I heaved out a long breath, casting my eyes upward. “I don’t want this, Juliet. The answer is no. Use my house to have a party if you want, but I sure as hell won’t be here.”
“Noah.” She took one step backwards, her eyes steady on my face, her tongue running over her lips. With slow hands, she unknotted the T-shirt she was wearing and lifted it over her head, revealing her full tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and those luscious breasts hung there, just begging for my touch.
I still had my towel around my waist, and when my dick began to stir, it was obvious. I saw the tiny smile that curled one side of Juliet’s mouth.
“Juliet,” I began in a warning tone, prepared to tell her that using sex as a tool to get what she wanted wasn’t going to work with me.
And then she lifted one hand to her mouth, licked her fingers and lowered them to one pink nipple. She circled the bud until it shriveled to a fine point. Then with a little hum, she pinched it, tugging and squeezing before moving to the other side.
“You need to stop,” I croaked, unable to look away but still desperately clinging to the desire to end this hypnotizing spectacle.
“Oh, I don’t think I can.” She kept one hand on her tit while the other unbuttoned her shorts. “I’m way too turned on now. I’ve got to make myself come, or I’ll just die.” Her voice was breathy, filled with lust, and I felt myself harden even more.
Her shorts slid down her legs, and she slipped her fingers between her legs. “God, I’m so fucking wet. This always happens when I think about you . . . about your incredible cock . . . when I imagine you inside me. You get me off like no one else ever has, honey bear. You make me so hot.”
My mouth was dry, and my breath was coming in short puffs. I watched, mesmerized as she stepped closer to me and reached for my towel. It fell away, revealing my stiff dick, already leaking precum in anticipation of what would happen next.
“Mmmmmm,” she groaned. Dropping to her knees, she circled the base of my cock with her fingers and then fed me into her mouth, inch by inch, until the head of my dick hit the back of her throat.
An ungodly sound ripped from my throat as my fingers knotted in her hair. I didn’t want this—not really—and yet on some base primitive level, I did. I wanted to use her savagely, to punish her somehow for crimes I wasn’t sure she had committed.
Her fingers were still between her own legs, rubbing her pussy, and her lips worked me up and down, in and out of her hot little mouth. Her tongue circled the girth of my shaft every time I withdrew.
“Oh, God, Noah, this is so good. You make me feel so sexy all the time.” She lifted herself up slightly, squeezing her breasts together and guiding my cock between them. She knew this was my kryptonite, watching my dick slide between her tits. “Look at yourself. Oh, you’re perfect. Your cock is so huge, so thick, so hard . . .”
I growled and used her hair to jerk back her head. “In your mouth,” I grunted. “In your fucking mouth. Get yourself off while I come down your throat.”
I thrust into her, jerking myself back and forth, not aware of anything but what I felt. Juliet began to make small noises, the ones that she made just before she orgasmed. I stared down at her hand convulsing between her legs and my dick pounding into her mouth. Her back bowed as she came, and I gave one final thrust into her mouth, not caring if I was choking her with my endless, hot streams flowing down her throat.
When I could think again, when I came back to myself, I was shaking. I eased backwards, grabbing for my towel, sick to my stomach.
