“I get that boss, but why Jules and I?”
“Because, Cara won’t go without one of her daughters. And I can tolerate the two of you, but damn if I want to walk out and see that every fucking day.” He pointed to the pool table where Ezra had Grace pinned, shoving his tongue down her throat.
I whistled to catch Ezra’s attention. “Kid, take that shit somewhere else. That girl is about to be my sister-in-law. I don’t want to see that!” I barked.
“I swear he’s as pussy whipped as the rest of ya’ll,” Locke took off laughing.
Jules
As I got Mom and Grace settled in their rooms, I wondered why I bothered with Grace’s room. She probably wouldn’t be spending any time in there. I saw how Ezra doted on her and watched her. I was thankful he was so protective of her. Even though she was a little young to be starting something with somebody, I was glad she had Ezra.
I headed to our room to shower since Dom was still in church. I sat on our bed for a minute, but exhaustion took over and I sagged back onto the bed. Placing my head in my hands, I wept, releasing every pent-up tear, and some of the frustration and weight of everything that had occurred over the past however many days. It felt like the shit just kept on piling up.
I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I felt gentle fingertips graze my face and soft lips kiss my eye lids. I opened my eyes but they ached and burned, so I closed them again.
Dom’s voice whispered in my ear. “Hey, baby, did you have a nice nap?”
“I guess I was more tired than I thought. I must look like hell, all red and puffy.” I got up and looked in the mirror. “Holy hell! I look like a raccoon!” I tried to tame my hair.
His arms wrapped around me and I turned and placed my forehead on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down the nape of my neck. I relaxed into him, loving the warmth of his body. Running my hands up and down his back, I leaned further into him, pressing myself against him. When this man was around my body tingled in all the right places.
I felt him harden against me. I gently licked the seam of his lips. That set him off like a firework. He deepened the kiss and we started fumbling to remove our clothes. There was nothing like feeling him skin to skin. Feeling him inside me was fantastic, but even just the touch of his skin brushing mine sent sparks zinging through my body.
I was panting as I practically climbed his body, burning with need. He grabbed my ass roughly and I wrapped my legs around him. I impaled myself on his rock-hard shaft. I moaned as I felt the stretch and pleasure when I bottomed out, our hips meeting. Focused on trying to regulate my breathing, I didn’t even realize we were moving until my back hit the wall.
He drove into me, harder and harder. The noises I made just urged him on. His hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back. While he kissed my neck, he drilled into me. I felt the buildup. I was getting ready to explode. I met him thrust for thrust as he swelled inside of me. My pussy walls clenched him tight as my orgasm detonated. I screamed his name and he picked up speed, chasing his own release.
“Thank you,” I whispered later as we lay in bed, still sweating and panting, and basking in the unbridled passion we’d just shared.
He kissed my shoulder. “What for?”
“For helping me forget, even for just a little while. You help me breathe. Your touch grounds me, it centers me. When my world is full of chaos, you’re my tether.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m glad to hear that. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I mean, damn. I don’t want my brothers to know I’m acting like a pussy here, but hell, I can’t help it.” He laughed. “Plus, your pussy is tight as hell, baby. Fuck, I can’t get enough.”
I smiled, knowing what he meant. “You don’t want them to know you’re really a romantic, huh?” I teased.
“Nope. I got my rep to protect.” He gave me that erotic, heart thrumming, dimpled smile, and that wink that promised endless down and dirty times like we’d just had.
It was all just what I needed.
31
Jules
The day of my dad’s funeral was surreal. That’s the only way I knew how to describe it. The atmosphere at the compound was grievous. Sadness was everywhere. Even if they didn’t know my dad, they still showed him the respect that he deserved.
Getting dressed in our room, I looked in the mirror, trying to fix what make-up I could with mascara and eye liner running from all the crying. I finally gave up and went to find my mom and sister. I knocked on the door and found them wrapped in each other’s arms on Mom’s bed. They both looked at me and my face crumpled.
“Oh, come here, honey.” I went to her and Mom embraced Grace and I together, holding us as the three of us prepared to say goodbye to Dad one last time.
Before I knew it, we were sitting in
