I breathed out into his ear teasingly and then crossed my legs toward him, being extra careful to open my knees just a little too wide for my own good. With each movement of my body I watched Julian. His mouth was tight, his jaw twitched and his hands were squeezing his knees for dear life. I knew he could see every single underhanded card I played but he held his composure and kept his eyes in front of him not touching me again until he took my hand to lead me out of the truck.
I know I am playing with fire but all I can do is play so I might as well live it up. When our time is up I want him on his knees begging to have all of me. Julian thrilled me like nobody ever had before, I felt free and adventurous, I was alive for the first time in my life.
The Driskall Grill was beautiful and unlike any place I had ever been to before. I loved Brandon but he was more of a burger and fries kind of guy, not that there was much else in Taylor. Chili’s down the road in Hutto was about the extent of the area’s culinary offerings. The restaurant was situated inside a luxurious hotel on Austin’s infamous sixth street bar scene. It was dark and cozy with elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The waiters were exceptionally attentive and the food was something you would find at a restaurant in Paris not the middle of Texas. It was so artistically displayed that I was almost too afraid to eat it.
“Only the best for my girl” piped Julian.
I was his girl. I sometimes think about what Brandon had said to me when I called him in New York to set things right. He had been explaining to me that he could see how much I cared for Julian, no, how much he saw I loved Julian.
“…maybe all this time she had no heart to give and I just never fuckin noticed.”
Those words had not really sunk in until a few days after the conversation. I was so busy hating myself for hurting Brandon all over again that I didn’t fully register everything that had been said. But one night, after Julian had left the apartment Brea took a step back and told me that I looked like I was home when I was buried up in Julian’s arms.
“I haven’t ever seen you look like that before. It’s kind of like when you have been away from home for a while and you climb back into that old recliner, a recliner so comfortable that you would end up drifting to sleep in the middle of the best book of your life. You know the second that you hit that recliner that you are home, that you are safe. Julian is like your old recliner.”
It was a strange way to put it but I fully understood what she was saying. Julian was my old recliner, he didn’t just comfort me but instead he healed the ache that had been pulsating in my heart since I was a little girl. He was my familiar, he was my family and yes, he was my home.
This was when I really and truly began to think about Brandon’s implications. The fact was that I had spent my life knowing Julian was out there somewhere and somehow I clung to his memory like a life line. I had lost something deep inside of me the day my brother died, even more so when my mother and father were taken from me. To keep from losing all of me, I gave my heart to Julian without even realizing it, hoping and praying he would bring it back to me along with the innocence that Ignacio Hernandez had stolen from me so long ago. Brandon was right, I had no heart left in me to return the love that he so willingly and freely gave to me. It was Julian’s, it had always been Julian’s.
Chapter Twelve
Julian
Damn this woman! I wanted her to know that she was mine without any doubts from either one of us. That she had become mine because she was in love with me not because she needed a good roll in the sack to heal her heartbreak. But she was making it really hard for me not to bend her over backwards and take her sexy perfectly sculpted ass anywhere and everywhere.
Her little show in the truck had set my pants ablaze. It wasn’t just the fact that I now knew I was going to have to make it through dinner fully aware that her sweetness was completely naked but because I knew just how wet she was for me. The scent of her boiling heat burned itself into my senses as she crossed her legs making my dick instantly hard with the assault.
It took everything in me not to play out the image of falling to my knees and burying my head between those pretty little legs. If it were not for that damn doctor I would have done just that, be damned the two people in the front seat. She was all that I wanted and thanks to her games I could not think of anything but my tongue putting out the fire that no doubt flamed inside of her delicate folds. Her games were going to be the death of me if I didn’t pull myself together. I decided that I was not going to allow her the satisfaction of seeing my desperation.