Star-Crossed(3)

8



“No, shhh.” She hummed, arching her back. She moved her hips against her hand because she was tempted to do as he said, to relive the memory of Romeo licking her.

“Don’t encourage me…’cause it feels really good when it happens like this. I like it.”

“Yeah?”

Jules panted. “Um, yeah, I do it like this when I got extra time and the house to myself…like tonight.”

“I’m gonna come,” Romeo admitted with a pained groan. “I’m so fucking turned on I’m going blind from it.”

“Oh, do it.” Jules couldn’t keep the whimper of longing out of her voice. “I wanna hear it. Lemme hear you come thinking about me and listening to me finger fuck myself.”

“Shit!” Romeo shouted. His breathing was harsh, making it obvious he’d given in and come. “Fuck, Juliet!”

Jules gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as the sounds he made caused all the fine hairs on her arms to stand on end. She remembered the way he felt over her, making those same low moans of surrender, his face buried in the curve of her neck as he fucked her into the mattress.

Usually it took her forever to get herself off like this, but with Romeo’s release fueling her imagination, Jules suddenly cried out when the climax hit her. She was desperate, winded, with sweat running down the line of her spine and moist at her temples. The pleasure was drawn out, radiating from her center and flowing into her limbs to the point she was weak and sprawled against the window.

It felt amazing, better than it usually did because Romeo was listening, his labored breathing sexy against her ear. Even after it passed and she was left feeling nothing but a warm, relaxing hum, she refused to feel embarrassed.

“That was fun.” A smile tugged at her lips as she kept her hand where it was because moving it felt too hard. “You take the work out of masturbating.”

9

“You wanna do it again?” Romeo asked, his voice still low and husky with sex.

Jules raised her eyebrows, not at all surprised by the suggestion because Romeo was sexy like that. He put all of Jules’s other lovers to shame. He didn’t just have a big dick and nice moves—Romeo Wellings had stamina.

Jules knew the responsible thing to do would be to apologize for her boldness and cut the ties now. Something terrible could happen. She could pull a Clay and fall hard and fast, and she didn’t see a happy ending with someone like Romeo.

But her body was still pulsing with pleasure. His voice was so damn sexy, and this wasn’t a Shakespearean tragedy. This was just a little excitement to fuel her through a dull lifetime of nothing but a happy drawer to keep her satisfied. There were a lot of reasons why she’d decided a long time ago not to mess with fighters, but she conveniently forgot them as she remembered what Romeo looked like naked and sweaty after sex.

“Yeah, let’s do it again,” she said, barely recognizing the sated hitch in her voice.

“This is what I want for Christmas, and I never ask for anything. I wanna listen to you and touch myself till I pass out.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” Romeo gave a husky laugh. “’Cause listening to you come until you pass out is exactly what I asked Santa for.” 10





Chapter One

 Five days earlier

“What the fuck, Romeo?”

Romeo shrugged and looked away from his brother. Casanova puffed out his chest in a way that was common whenever he wanted to start something. But there wasn’t enough hot air in the world to change the fact that Romeo wasn’t just older, but also considerably bigger than his brother. It didn’t matter how bad and powerful he thought he was; Casanova was still a little brother to Romeo.

“Chill out, Nova.” Romeo held up his bandaged hand. “I’m touched by your concern, but it was my left hand and it’s not that serious. No harm done.”

“You know this isn’t about your hand.” Nova leaned into Romeo, who sat calmly on the emergency room table waiting to be seen by a doctor. “Rescuing Powerhouse’s girl from that lunatic made you look like his friend.” He lowered his voice, his breath warm against Romeo’s ear. “People could suspect you threw the fight.” Romeo couldn’t help the way his shoulders stiffened. He was sick and tired of his brother reminding him of a truly painful loss to Clay “Powerhouse” Powers. That UFC

heavyweight championship belt should have been his, but instead he had a concussion, a bum hand, and a family that was happy as fucking clams over the loss.

Sometimes Romeo really hated his life.

“What were you thinking?”

Romeo shrugged. “She was nice to me at breakfast, and I didn’t see any reason to let her get kidnapped and shot. Sue me.”