Page 30 of Just Like You (Square Mile Rogues #2)

Julian

Y ou are such a weirdo, but I still love you. GOOD LUCK WITH EVERYTHING! Wish I was there! You’d better have a party when you get home so I can meet this arsehole you’ve married. You absolute twat. But I somehow love it. It’s very you.

I woke up in a weird haze with no idea of where I was or…who I was. Yet again overtired and overworked, but… Yeah .

Oh God.

Okay.

He was sat by the window, in a shirt and tie, his dick hanging loose between his legs. Headphones on, talking shop in hushed tones to whomever was on the other side of the line.

Outside the window was the Las Vegas strip, blinking reassuringly in the sunshine. Everything too bright and everything no doubt too loud out there for my frazzled head.

Hungover like the idiot I was, but then? I had…

Shit.

Yup.

A gold band on my finger. A married man. Julian Bradley…Andrieu. Oh yes. Sonny? Sonny would kill me. I was now married, and I was changing my name. How…insane. But right. And Kieron was changing his too because that’s just what we did. Never follow the rules. Just do us.

“You awake?” he mouthed from over there, leaning away from the screen. “I’ll order something in a sec.”

“Mmkay?” I stretched under the sheets, everything feeling battered and bruised. Well. Served me right for forcing him to come to a club with me and then spending an hour doing weird dance moves as he laughed more than was perhaps…

I loved him. God, I loved him so much.

Nothing was awkward, and we simply seemed to have slotted into a way of coexisting that didn’t feel anything but comfortable. Calm. So incredibly… I hated the word but…nice .

It was nice waking up with him there, and even when I was away on my own? He’d stick something in my bag for me to find. A bar of chocolate. A little note.

I’d made him promise to stop packing watches in my luggage, because seriously. It was a risky, stupid thing to do, and anyway, he’d taken me and had the Patek adjusted so it now fit comfortably on my wrist.

And now I was only wearing long-sleeved shirts for work, because…

well. Hey. The Patek was worth more than my mortgage, and I wasn’t going to walk around random cities with it on display.

Not even at work, where someone would realise what it was and pilfer it off me as I took their meal order.

I’d seen it all. Passengers were no angels, and things went missing in the night.

Some idiot had even tried to walk off with my cabin bag the other day, covering my baggage tag with their jacket. It was only through sheer luck that I’d spotted something familiar and stopped him before I’d lost all my worldly belongings.

I still shuddered thinking about it, lying here with my dick straining.

Couldn’t help it. He was so incredibly satisfying to watch, sat there barking orders at some underling no doubt. Waving his finger about, trying to explain things I had long stopped trying to take in.

We were married. Had a home each, and a car each, and we had no plans to change anything.

Not yet .

But here I was, picking up my phone and scrolling estate agent apps, looking at homes in London.

Which I would never ever be able to afford.

But.

If I sold my place and he sold his? Would he want to? And what the hell was I doing getting married when there were still so many things we hadn’t even discussed?

I was fiercely independent and… previously unattached… but still the chief of my own destiny. Sonny’s words, right there. I was also now married and looking for a three-bedroom detached home in Barnet? What the hell was wrong with me?

Well, nothing because here he was, ripping his shirt off and crawling on top of me wearing nothing but a tie.

“Sleep well?”

“How are you not hungover?” I ruffled his hair. He kissed me.

Nice. This was so incredibly nice.

“I had to get up and take this meeting. Juliet sends her love; she is demanding we take her for dinner next week so she can meet you. Not quite the done thing, but Juliet…is Juliet.”

“You have a lot of nice friends.”

“I have…like…a handful of people I tolerate. And a whole bunch of workmates I can’t stand.”

“So grumpy.” I tutted, tapping his nose .

“What were you looking at on your phone?” Nosy?

“Nothing.” I grinned, trying to hide it under the sheet, which of course he wouldn’t let me.

“RightMove. Ah. Investing in more real estate? Barnet?”

“There are some slightly more affordable homes in Barnet.”

“I’m not moving to Barnet. I was looking more towards Hampstead, the northern parts. Good transport links. We need to be able to get to work.”

“What are you doing looking at RightMove?” I teased, giving him a stare.

“I want to live with you. Eventually. We can’t be married and not…eventually…share a home.”

“True.” My voice was soft. Like his.

“We can look,” he said. “With no obligations or pressure. Maybe one day we’ll see something we both like. Or you can move in with me. Or I can just pack up and work more from home. Farnborough is nice. I liked it.”

“You spent two nights in Farnborough with me.”

“And you spent three nights in Highgate. We’ll get there. A little at a time.”

“Why is this so easy?”

I threw that out there, more like a fact than a question.

“Because it’s us. Fuck the rules. ”

“Oh yes. I forgot that.”

“That was last night, wasn’t it? Before the shots.”

“I never drink that much.”

“Well…here I am, nursing a hangover. And you look like you’re ready to run a marathon.”

“It’s… Well. I drank two bottles of water and took a full dose of paracetamol two hours ago. Speaking of which, let me order you breakfast.”

“I have no idea what time it is.”

“Don’t care. Let’s get you fed.”

Which was when he got up off the bed and walked on his knees over my body. His dick in his hand.

Oh God. His dick.

“Open up. You need your protein.”

“For fuck’s sake, Ki.” I laughed.

“I’m serious. Need to look after you. Open that pretty mouth of yours. You know you want it.”

I did actually. Opening wide, trying not to smile as he fed me the thick head of his length. A little bit more than I could handle.

Lies. I could handle him. All of him, I just needed to get the angle right. Something he knew as well, adjusting his stance until he was perfectly fitting inside my mouth .

It was… The look on his face was enough for me to grab myself and jerk furiously.

What were we like? He never lasted long. I was starting to last even less, as he moved. Small, precise thrusts into my mouth. Just deep enough. My eyes were watering, and he stroked the liquid away with his finger.

“Tap out if it’s too much.”

It wasn’t. It was actually…just the right amount of overwhelming. My nostrils flared as he went even deeper. My senses all on high alert, as he groaned out something, his chest now right up there above me. Hair. Nipples. All that…

Perfection. And his arms bulging, one trying to hold himself up against the wall and his other one guiding his dick. Ensuring he wasn’t going too deep. Checking in on me as he started to thrust faster.

“Not gonna last,” he warned.

I wanted to say that back. Me neither.

The habit of us doing this, just fucking, at every moment of the day.

Using each other’s bodies to find that blissful state, over and over again.

I didn’t need to ask. He never did. We just…

functioned. And now he was trembling, tensing up as my hand was moving at what seemed like an impossible speed.

My head clouding over, that wonderful state where…I simply didn’t care anymore.

With him, I never needed to. He was just there, pushing me right to the limit.

My throat spasming as he filled it up. Trying to swallow and breathe and snort at the same time as he held me down.

Grabbed both my hands as he seamlessly slipped out of my mouth and replaced his dick with his tongue.

Licked me clean as my body jerked with the orgasm he was tugging out of me.

My hand filling with wetness and warmth underneath the heavy weight of his body.

We were disgusting.

But…

His mouth on mine. Soft, gentle kisses as I broke free and wrapped my arms around his neck. Held him in place, where I was so squashed that I could barely breathe. Spunk all over my hand that was now in his hair. Both of us just breathing. Our chests moving as if they were one.

One person.

In a way, I thought, we were. Because he was just him and I was me and if he wasn’t with me, life didn’t feel right anymore.

I was so stupid. But I truly didn’t care.

“How was your breakfast?” he whispered in my ear.

“Delicious,” I whispered back, letting my lips smooth against his skin.

“I love smelling you all over me. Feeling you.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled back.

Our time. Right now. How had I ever thought that I would be all right being on my own for the rest of my life? Because suddenly my whole view of the world had changed, and I still wasn’t sure if that made me an absolute weirdo…or if I had just…

“We’ll be okay.” He moved off me, instead snuggling into my side. “Whatever doubts you have about all of this? We will be okay. A little at a time.”

“Do you have any doubts?”

“Of course I do. I wonder if I have somehow influenced you and made you make decisions you weren’t comfortable with. If you’ll turn around in a month’s time and just walk away.”

“Kieron,” I said sternly. “I married you yesterday. I have no doubts. Zero. I just hope we can navigate all this change and still be us. I’m scared; I wouldn’t be human if I wasn’t.

But it’s okay. You know, when I was promoted to be in charge on board?

I cried in the loos before my first briefing.

I thought I would go in there and everyone would just smirk and look at me like I was a complete weirdo.

Like I had a hat saying New and stupid on my head. ”

“Julian,” he said. His voice made me smile.

“I was neither new nor stupid, and everything was fine. I made a lot of mistakes that first year, and sometimes even now, I get things wrong. Jump to conclusions and let my mouth run when it shouldn’t. I’ll probably do that with you as well.”

“And when you do? I’ll just snog you into silence.” He did as well. Another soft kiss on my lips.

“You smell of sex.”

“I hope I do. I just had it. ”

“Dirty boy.”

“Didn’t even get to fuck you.”

“Still came. All over me.”

He grinned. His chest jumping with held-back laughter.

“We will be fine. And let me promise you this. Dead serious.”

“What?”

“Whenever you get angry at me? I can take it. Tell me. Shout at me if you need to and then step back and let me stew it over for a bit. I usually end up apologising and making it all better. I was rude to one of the PAs a few weeks ago and had to buy her some kind of coffee drink to apologise. Now all the girls are pulling that one on me, leaving Post-its with their drinks orders like I’m some kind of… runner.”

“Kieron.” I sighed.

“Yeah, but it’s warranted because they’re all ridiculous, and yeah. I’m in the wrong because I trashed their proposal in front of a client. I’m having to eat humble pie there.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was starting to get to know him.

How sometimes he was this high-flying financial manager, professionalism and strength oozing from his fingertips.

At other times? He was still the lost boy who had been so brutally yanked from his childhood.

The man who made mistakes and had to live with them.

The man who also held me so tight that I thought he might snap me in half.

It was just who he was. And what did that make me? It made me …

Strong. Powerful.

Soft.

Loved.

I was loved. I was so loved that it actually hurt a little. And he made me exactly who I wanted to be. The guy with the power to love him back. The man who lifted him up. The person who was lying here, tipping his chin up and making him smile.

“It will be fine. Everyone loves a treat. Just don’t do it again.”

“Oh, I won’t. Trust me. I never make the same mistake twice.”

He looked at me. Really looked at me.

“You will never be a mistake, Julian. You might not know it now, but I know. You’re everything, and I will make you happy. Come hell or high water, I will make you happy.”

“You already do,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said.

“Good,” I said back.

It was. It was so, so good.

Hey, I know you’re busy, Mr Married Idiot, but I thought you’d enjoy the latest tea.

Went out last night and met this guy. Snogged him by the bar and then lost track of him.

Found someone else, and we’re kind of mid making out, and the first guy comes back and pulls him off me.

I was just standing there thinking, oh! Catfight!

But the first guy just got up close and whispered in my face that I was his.

Like. Brutal. Ended up going home with him.

Am currently sat in his kitchen waiting for him to wake up. Just slap me now.

OMG, Sonny, you dirty slag! Get out of there!

Nah. I’m good. Sat here drinking tea, and now he’s up cooking me eggs. Still insists I’m his. Not sure how to break it to him that I’m not. But whatever. Enjoying the attention. How’s the honeymoon?

Sonny…

He’s nice. Not an axe murderer and made me the nicest scramble ever. Also? He was a great shag. I might actually consider seconds.

Shut the fuck up.

Says the guy who married his one-night stand after a month. And I love it. Go you! Now, when do I get to meet your HUSBAND. Fuck me. Things I never thought I’d write.