Cruel (The Buck Boys Heroes 2)

His eyes stay trained on the endless lights that are in view. “Life.”

“Your life?” I ask quietly.

He nods. “It hasn’t gone as I hoped, and I don’t need you to tell me that billionaires have it easy, Juliet.”

I can’t tell if he’s joking, but I don’t absorb it that way. “I don’t think they do. I don’t think you’ve had an easy life.”

He doesn’t glance in my direction. “Neither have you.”

Panic spears me, but I take a calming breath. I want him to know, but he needs to hear it from me. My past isn’t as complicated as his, but there are moments that I wish I could scrub from my memory.

His hands drop to the waistband of his sweatpants. In one fluid motion, they’re pulled down and he’s stepped out of them.

I stare at him.

Every inch of him is pure masculinity.

His hand moves to his rock hard cock. He fists it, stroking it slowly. “Do you know what you do to me, Juliet?”

I shrug out of the shirt, dropping it on the floor. “Show me.”

This is how he shows his adoration. This is how he expresses his love to me.

He displays himself, physically and emotionally in ways that make him vulnerable.

He’s on me then, his hands, his lips, and his teeth.

He dives between my legs, eating me with such force that I cry out when he nips my clit with his teeth.

I tangle my hands in his hair, riding his mouth, taking everything I can from him because he needs that just as desperately as I do.

Chapter Forty

Kavan

“I’ve never done this. I’ve never fucked a woman I’ve cared this much for before.”

I whisper that to myself as Juliet crawls on top of me.

I’m flat on my back in the middle of the bed, and she’s hovering above me. I can feel the heat from her pussy and see the need in her eyes. I hear it in her breathing too. It’s fast, almost panicked, as she attempts to circle my cock with her hand.

Her eyes widen with wonder as she watches the head disappear between her folds. Then she lowers herself slowly – so fucking slowly- onto my dick.

I reach up to grab her waist to guide her movements. “Take it slow.”

“Slow,” she repeats her eyes never leaving the point where our bodies are connected.

“Oh, god,” she whispers on a moan. “It’s so deep.”

I close my eyes to try and stop the need to pump hard.

I want to fuck this woman with everything I have. I want to show her what she means to me by making her come again and again.

I’ve done that twice already tonight with my teeth and my tongue, but this is so much more. This is the velvet heat of her pussy pulsing around me.

I move carefully, pushing up slowly so she can adjust.

Her head falls back. “I’m going to…”

I pump hard, once and then again, but it’s not needed. She’s already in the middle of another orgasm. The grip of her around me is too much.

I thrust up again and again, trying to control the need to just fuck.

“Please,” she murmurs. “Fuck me.”

I take control, spearing into her with solid heavy thrusts.

Watching her ample tits bounce with each plunge of my dick inside of her, I’m mesmerized.

Her lips part and my name spills out dressed in breathy mewls and moans.

“Juliet,” I whisper as I feel her tighten again.

Jesus, this woman.

It’s so fucking good. Every goddamn time is better and better.

“Coming,” she screams as she writhes on top of me, her hands trailing over my chest.

Her nails dig in to my skin and that bite of pain is enough to send me over the edge.

I empty into the condom with slow, smooth strokes just as her lips find mine in a kiss that feels as if she’s branding me as hers forever.

I wake to an empty bed.

I turn over to see if she’s crawled to the edge of the king-sized bed to give herself room to move.

I crowded her after we fucked.

I tore off the condom, trashed it and then ran my fingers over her pussy until she came again.

When she pleaded with me to stop, I gave in and tugged her next to me.

That’s the last thing I remember.

“Juliet!” I call out.

Silence greets me so I glance at the clock sitting on the bedside table.

It’s nearing midnight.

With a swing of my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touch the cooled hardwood.

The thermostat is set to automatically lower ten degrees at ten p.m. each night. I like the pinch of cool air on my skin when I rest.

Sliding my sweatpants back on, I take some comfort in not seeing my white button-down on the floor where Juliet deposited it.

Unless she’s stolen it, she’s still somewhere in this penthouse.

I make my way out of the room, down the hallway and around the corner and that’s when I spot her.