Page 19 of Eternally Devoted

CHAPTER

EIGHT

I’M PLAYING VIOLIN UNTIL THE SHIP GOES DOWN.

Sterling

The alarm on my phone sounds at six, but it doesn’t wake me. Why? Because I had to sleep on the couch last night, since Juniper Sky Ellington is in my bed.

Yeah, I full named her. Because it’s damn unbelievable, that’s why.

Since that jam-coated handshake in the gravel years ago, I’ve known that she’s someone special, a woman who wears a diamond on her finger, who you carry shopping bags for and sit at endless girl talk brunches because she wants you there. She’s the one you do anything for, because being loved by her feels so good, and the idea of not pleasing her makes me insane. I’ve known since we started hanging out that we’d make great lovers; ever since we had our first meal together at Goode’s and she spilled her root beer float not once but three times and kept ordering more, I knew she and I are made for forever.

But I’m not exactly the boom box on the shoulder, rocks at the window, cologne on the love note type of guy, though.

I’m also no Dash Foster.

He’s so…fit.

And he’s younger than me.

And his sense of humor is off-the-cuff in a way that has you unexpectedly laughing all the time.

The town loves him and he loves them back. I may go to the farmers market, but I do that for Juniper. I don’t mingle with townsfolk, I don’t entertain conversations with people who knew my father, and I don’t want to do any of that.

I like to be home.

With Dash and Juni.

I’ll go out for them, but I don’t want to be out.

Dash likes it. So does Juni, too.

The two of them make so much more sense than she and I do.

I creep through the hall, trying to be as light on my toes as possible, but the floorboards still cry out under my weight. Carefully, hoping my cracking ankles and weak-ass floor haven’t woken her, I nudge my bedroom door open, taking one last look at the most perfect thing in the world.

Juniper curled up in a ball in the center of my bed, my pillows in her arms and under her head, my comforter bringing her warmth and safety as she soundly sleeps. Her blonde hair fans the pillow, one bare foot sticking out of the blankets, past the mattress.

My entire body tingles at the sight. I stand there staring for too long before finally pulling the door closed and making my way back down the hall.

In the kitchen, I flip on the lights and fill the carafe full of water as I stare at the couch. The place where I tossed and turned because I smelled her sweet pussy all night— I fix my eyes on that worn leather until I see it all again.

Dash and I curled into her, our hands in her panties, working together to get her off. Her naked body arched, breasts pressed to heaven, nipples plucky, cheeks pink. My morning wood gains power, pressing into the counter as I fill the coffeepot and hit start. With my hands braced to the countertop, Dash and Juniper asleep, I let myself relive it again for just one sweet moment.

His knuckle bumped mine once as we touched her, and I wondered then if he felt the current of electricity move through his arm. Or if that was just me.

My eyes close as the soft pitter-patter of brewing coffee fills around me, and I stand there, cock getting harder, and think about last night evolving into something.

What if we’d laid her down, and I’d held her face in my hands as I leaned over and slid my cock in her throat? What if while I did that, Dash’s hands wrapped her knees, spreading her open as he bought them both to pleasure? He’d make her come, and then he’d come too, and watching them both unravel would send me over, and I’d pull out of her mouth and paint her naked, sweaty body with my cum, sending ribbons of hot cream over her pussyand the base of Dash’s cock. He’d use his thumb to smear it into her clit, then his own cock after he slowly pulled out of her.

I’d lean down somehow, sweaty and out of my mind with bliss, and I’d kiss her. I’d thank her for always bringing us so much pleasure, for loving us both so well. And after her tongue swept mine, I’d find Dash leaning over her, waiting for his own?—

“Morning,” Dash yawns, and even though his voice is quiet and cautioned, still, I nearly choke on my tongue.

“Morning,” I greet after a forced cough and a quick dick adjustment. He slides onto the couch where I laid, and looks around at the crumpled pillow and disheveled blanket. “Get any sleep?”

I shake my head. “Not much.”

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