Page 28 of Just Like You (Square Mile Rogues #2)

“Idiot,” I muttered, under that smile I couldn’t shift. Because this was weird. It was truly irresponsible. But it was also right, and fun and wonderful, and for a fleeting moment there, I would have said yes. Absolutely. I would have done everything, but I was more sensible than that.

I let him take me back to the hotel, slam me into the door as it closed behind us, his mouth on my neck as his hands stripped me of clothing.

Every inch of my chest got mauled by his mouth, as he lifted me up and dropped me onto the bed.

Him on top of me and my legs clasping around his waist as if on automatic.

His cock already erect and angry, poking through the waistband of his half-on underwear as he kissed down my stomach.

My hips. He licked warm lines up my legs before burying his nose in my groin.

My balls. My dick. And then I was inside his mouth, getting drowned in wet warmth as he sucked me.

Gentle movements that made me unable to remain still.

I was hot and cold, jerking around on the bed, trying to get away from him at the same time as I was tugging at his hair, trying to get closer.

Dark tufts of softness between my fingers as he once again took my length, impossibly deep. Then let me go.

“Love this. You’re so bloody sexy. So responsive. You know exactly what you need, don’t you?”

“I do. I need your mouth on me. Fingers. Whatever you’ll give me, I’ll take it.

” My voice was breathless, but he was just…

right there with me. His hands pushing my limbs around as he walked up the bed on his knees.

It wouldn’t take much now. Not much at all.

“Show me that hole,” he demanded, as my breath hitched.

Dick twitching. Fuck. God. He’d make me come in no time here.

“You’re not the only one who’s gonna come too fast. I’m ready to bloody explode,” came out of my mouth as he lifted my hips off the bed. Got a pillow stuffed underneath me as he spat at my hole .

Dirty. Fucking Dirty.

“Hard and fast,” he hissed. “Just like you want it.”

“Do it.”

This seemed to be the way we functioned. Like this. Perfectly in sync. Turning me on to the point that I was having to wipe the sweat off my forehead. His cock pushing against my opening, where he hadn’t even given me a moment to prepare. Stretch.

An impossible stretch. Too much lube and spit and that condom, and he pushed. Pushed. Hard.

“You can take it. Show me how good you can be.”

“You and your monster cock.”

“It’s a perfectly normal size.”

“Doesn’t feel it.”

“But you love it. Look at you. Halfway in and you haven’t whined once.”

“It’s…oh fuck.”

Yeah. It was. My already worn-out insides now stretched to the max as he gave me that final push. All the way inside of me.

“Mine,” he whispered. “I love you and you’re mine. And when I get you home? I’m going to show you just how good this can be. You and me.”

“Sounds like you’re about to lock me up in your house and never let me out again. ”

“Trust you to turn this into a horror movie.”

I tried to laugh, but he moved and instead I roared. Oh God. The things he made me feel. His big hands on my hips as he adjusted me and got his thighs right underneath me. Cock all the way in. My dick? Screaming for something. Anything.

Oh! Lube. A nice drizzle as his hand smothered it in warmth. Glide. Movement. Friction.

My mouth was roaring, and he was just simply jerking his hips. Small pushes and pulls.

“You’re everything,” he whispered, pushing my legs up, until my knees were squashed against my chest, my feet somewhere else.

I had no control anymore. My eyes were closed, and he was just…

in charge. Doing all those things. Holding me down as he adjusted his stance and got a better angle.

Slammed into me with such force that I was shifting off the bed.

Pillows tumbling off the mattress somewhere at the side of my vision. Movement. Him.

All I could see was him.

His eyes pinned on me as he moved, every muscle in his chest bulging with effort. Like this was…

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t function. His hand was jerking me off and at the same time? He was holding me in place. His grip on my leg almost too hard, but I needed it. I wanted this.

And he’d been right earlier, because his words were ringing in my ears. Muffled yet sharp.

I’d always wanted someone, just like him.

Someone I weirdly had come to trust. I hardly knew him, but what I knew?

He did love me. And would love me, the good, the bad and the ugly.

He’d seen me at my best. At my worst. Snotty and crying over the phone, angry and frustrated with him.

He’d seen me shout at him, hurl abuse at him.

Call him out for what he was. He was still here.

Me and my skinny body that had never seen a gym in its life. Me and my weird job. Me and my frizzy hair that would never win any prizes for texture and looks.

He loved me. How I knew that? I had no idea, but I could feel it in my bones.

Maybe this was actually it. The moment when things fell into place.

“I love you,” I roared out, as my orgasm completely took me by surprise. His body was still moving in stilted jerks. His mouth hanging slack.

“Fuck,” he huffed out. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

It wasn’t any kind of elegant, the way he fell on top of me. Where his face went straight for my neck and where my legs were still squashed in some kind of impossible gymnastic position, my arms grabbing him and holding him tight.

Impossibly tight.

“I held on,” he said. “I managed to hold on. I wanted you to come, properly this time.”

“Good job,” I squeaked out. I was kind of…squashed. My brain a little foggy, and my mouth still running with zero control.

Perhaps that was just me. The adrenaline making me crazy .

“I want to marry you in Vegas.”

He said nothing. Absolutely nothing, and the fear in my stomach just built. Built and built.

What the fuck was wrong with me? A couple of good shags and I was proposing?

“Julian,” he said sternly.

Fuck. Me and my big mouth. Easily led, my primary school teacher had written on my school report. Still true, decades later.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Julian.” He adjusted himself. Lowered my legs and curled up around me. Pulled me into his chest and held me. “Julian, I’ve already googled chapels. Looked up how to organise it from the UK, when you were talking to that girl on your crew in the lobby.”

“Oh,” I said. Shit.

“It’s probably the most irresponsible thing I have ever even considered, but when it feels right? Do we really have to play by the rules?”

“Do we?”

Did we? I was thinking with my dick here. Smiling as I combed my fingers through his hair. He was still breathing too fast. Holding on to me like he was drowning and I was his lifebuoy.

He did that. Another little trait of his that I absolutely adored.

“Julian, how many times in your career have you met someone and instantly felt a connection? Deep in your soul? I meet hundreds of people every week, through work. Meetings, new clients, potential clients. PAs…even the office cleaners change on the daily. I don’t go asking them to marry me, because…

that connection is simply not there. But with you?

You stared me down that very first time I laid eyes on you.

I don’t remember you from getting on the aircraft, I think I ranted at some other lad at the boarding door, but then you came down and talked to me, and I just…

I couldn’t not feel it. Something, deep in my chest. You. You were right there.”

“I was.” Damn it. Taking the words straight out of my mouth. Sonny would bloody kill me.

“I don’t think I care what other people think.” He rose up and looked at me. Straight in the eye.

“I don’t either. Because there is nobody else that matters here. Just you and me.”

Funny how those words felt right. Coming out of my mouth with such ease and confidence.

“You and me.” He smiled. His eyes all crinkly and light. “You and me.”

“So, is that a yes to my very…weird marriage proposal?”

“Ask me again,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted someone to ask.”

“Kieron, you absolute idiot, will you come to Vegas with me and get married? Come back with rings on our fingers?”

“Julian.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course I bloody will. Nothing else I’d rather do. ”

“I’m not giving up my house.”

“Neither am I. It will still work. We’ll just move around.”

“Get Gina to drive us.”

“I have a car. I own a kick-ass Audi.”

“I have a clapped-out Skoda.”

“Lovely. Love a Skoda. Good car.”

“You hate driving.”

“I have no idea where Farnborough is. But I will learn to love it.”

“You will because you and your fancy arse Audi now live there.”

“Oh, and you live in a nice two-up two-down in Highgate. You’d better get used to it. It’s actually handy. Around ten minutes to the nearest tube and then you can change and take the Heathrow Express out to the airport. I usually do. Handy.”

“Handy indeed. So I now have my own personal Central London crash pad?”

“It’s Highgate, not quite Oxford Street.”

“Don’t care. You’re there, so I’ll love it.”

“Of course you will.”

Then he kissed me. Turned me over and spooned me, his arms so tightly wrapped around me that I thought he might accidentally suffocate me in my sleep.

I would have taken it. Because he loved me. And on that note ?

I fell asleep.

I hate it when you don’t talk to me. But I suppose you’re with that man of yours, getting a good seeing to. I love that you’ve found someone. I’m actually jealous. Be happy, my friend. You deserve it. And bloody ring me when you get back!