Page 14 of Simply You & Me

That's the only warning I get before he goes fucking feral, pounding into me with no restraint. And I'm off to another universe again, riding his cock straight through space. Fuck stars. Julian makes me see supernovas and black holes as my vision wavers.

I don't know who’s pulsing, grunting, or moaning anymore. Julian molds us together. We are one just as our shared pleasure blends and ripples. A guttural roar makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, the electricity of his orgasm becoming my own.

Lost in my own bliss, I hardly notice his heavy body collapsing against mine. Rolling off me and taking his heated touch with him, Julian moans and clutches a pillow to his chest. I frown when his breathing deepens even further, and I hear sounds of subtle snoring.

Huh. Incapable of any other thought, I wipe the stickiness between my thighs on the rumpled sheets and tug up my pants. Fumbling with the button, I quickly become overwhelmed and call it quits as I stumble my way out of his bedroom. Mildly cognizant of the sleeping man, I gently let his bedroom door snick shut behind me.

"Ugh," I groan, seeing just how many stairs it took to get to heaven. The banister is my saving grace for my wobbly decline. I'm sagging. I truly feel like my bones are trying to drag me to the ground. The couch in the living room is calling my name, and I'm too woozy to decline its offer of cozy goodness.

Chapter Ten

Wyatt

I'm about to draw blood. My own and that fucking jackass still asleep upstairs. "I'm going to kick his fucking ass," I grit out, my nails testing how far they can push the skin of my palm before the tender flesh breaks. Julian's spot at the table sits out like the reddest of flags.

Tate's silent, but I'm no fool. There's a raging ass storm in there that's about to explode. Zach might as well be vibrating the whole table with his emotions.

We may have all been pretty fucked up last night, but we weren't the ones fucking Rylee's friend. I mean, HELL! We haven't been here for two damn weeks, and Julian has already fucked shit up. Rylee's family took us in and let us stay at one of their places, and that idiot is already screwing around in the friend group. And he's up there getting his beauty sleep while we nurse our hangovers and hope like hell Jackson doesn't come back and beat us to death.

I've never been afraid of Rylee's guys until she called and asked Jackson to come get her and the girls. Walking upstairs to find Addie passed out in the living room with her pants undone and tussled top felt like we just walked into a fucking frat party.

Almost fucking thirty, and we let one of the women in our house get to that state. Adelyn didn't even crack a fucking eye when Jackson scooped her into his arms and marched her out to the car.

I'm not an idiot. Adelyn is an adult and can make her own choices. But seeing her like that without Julian around and clearly hadn't been taken care of afterward is unacceptable.

My chair scratches across the floor with an ear-piercing screech. He's about to get a face full of my fucking wrath. I find the biggest pitcher I can find and fill it with cold water and ice.

Tate stands and eyes me with intrigue and a flare of excitement. "What are you doing?" Zach isn't far behind him as they follow me up the stairs.

"Julian wants to act like a child, then he can wake like one."

I push through his door without hesitation and march my way to his bare ass sprawled horizontally across the bed. Instead of dumping the water on his face and the T-shirt he wore yesterday, I soak his soft cock and firm ass in freezing cold water.

"AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!?" Julian's shouting is short-lived. Hitting the ground with a slam, he grips his head and groans. "Fuck," he curses his hangover.

I wish I had brought a second fucking bucket of ice water just so I could see him suffer a little more.

We don't treat women like Julian did, not even when we’re hammered. Never. Absolutely disrespectful and gross.

Zachary storms by me and hauls Julian off the ground by his bicep. I smirk as he drags the jackass into the bathroom. Tate and I share a dark smile and fuck if it doesn't turn me on when our boy shows his dark side. He winks and pulls me behind him into Julian's ensuite just in time to see Zach turn the shower on. Cold water beats down on Julian as we enjoy his shrill screams of outrage.

"Good thinking," I murmur to Zach when he leans beside me against the counter. He grunts and nods. "Can I punch him now?"

"No punching!" Julian shouts, clambering to his feet. He seethes, his ginger hair dripping around his high cheekbones. He slams the water off in the next second, and it almost looks like his horrific hangover isn't bothering him anymore. I'll have to fix that. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you assholes?"

My responding chuckle is demonic. "Care to hazard a guess? Might have something to do with your bare cock and yesterday's T-shirt."

Julian eyes his bare legs and soaked shirt with confusion. I thought I would enjoy the moment he realized he was in deep shit, but all it does is twist my insides. Julian isn't a bad guy, far from it. He's kind, calm, considerate, funny, and soothing beyond all measures. So, when his eyes widen and his face drains of all color, my fists unclench. I don't want to hurt him. Jules is going to beat himself up all on his own.

"No..." Julian trails off, seemingly at a loss. "Fuck! What happened?"

Tate's exasperation cuts my responding quip off. "What happened?! You mean before Jackson carried her out of our home and my sister glared me half to death? Or before we all found Addie passed out on the couch downstairs with her pants undone? 'Cuz that's all I got, Julian! A whole ton of where the fuck were you?!"

"Is Addie okay?" Julian's frantic as he runs out of the bathroom, peeling his shirt off as he goes. The soggy lump slaps the wall in his haste to find a new pair of sweatpants.

"Were you listening?! She was so out of it she didn't wake up when Jackson carried her out to his car. Julian—" Zach's words cut off as he rounds Julian's rumpled bed. I watch in confusion when his head dips and his features twist in confusion, rage, and horror. "YOU MADE HER BLEED?! That kind of play should end with aftercare, Julian!"

Zach's shouting now, and all I can do is stare in shock at the smears of blood he found at the foot of the bed. I hear Tate curse beside me, but I can't turn my gaze from the comforter.

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