Page 22 of Juno

He kissed his way down to her jeans and unbuttoned them. “Did you tell them that you love me, honey?” Saint asked. He could feel her body still as he started to tug her jeans down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties either and all he wanted to do was sink into her body and fuck her on his bike, just like he promised.

“What?” Juno asked, as though she didn’t hear him. His hands stilled halfway down her thighs, leaving her jeans in place.

“You have to answer my question, honey, if you want me to fuck you.”

“That’s not fair,” she insisted. “Plus, you haven’t answered any of my questions.”

“Okay, shoot,” he said.

“Fine,” she said, “do you love me, Saint?” Juno asked, cutting right to the chase.

He smiled at her and tugged his shirt over his head. “That one is easy,” he said. “I am in love with you, Juno.” Her gasp filled the garage, and he leaned over to kiss her.

“Now, how about you answer my question?” Saint asked. He could see her wheels turning as she tried to decide if she wanted to tell him the truth or not. “You can tell me the truth, honey,” he whispered to her.

She nodded, “I’m in love with you too, Saint,” she admitted. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to high-five her, say thank you or fist pump the air. All seemed like the wrong things to do, so he did what he had been wanting to do since they got to Savage Hell. Saint finished stripping them both and pulled her into his arms. He sat down on the seat of his bike, letting Juno straddle his lap as he sunk balls deep into her body. God, she felt like heaven, and knowing that she loved him felt the same way. She rode him and he knew that they were both going to go off at the same time—Juno would just need a little help. He snaked his hand down between their bodies and ran his thumb over her clit. Juno cried out and when she finished having her orgasm, he grabbed her hips and helped her up and down his cock until he came deep inside of her.

Juno collapsed on top of him and Saint wrapped his arms around her sated body. She was quickly becoming his everything and he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to change any time soon. And for the first time in his life, he was good with a long-term relationship because it was with Juno.

Juno

Living with Saint quickly started to feel right to her, and Juno found herself finally okay with having had to give up her place. It was starting to feel like home, and she had a feeling that had everything to do with the man she had fallen in love with. The only problem was that Saint hadn’t talked about the next steps between the two of them, and she could understand that since they had only been together for a few months now, but a part of her wanted to shout at him to stop being dense and to ask her to make their situation more permanent.

Juno was doing dishes when she heard the front door open and close. It was so quiet, she thought that maybe Saint had gone out, but he wouldn’t do that without telling her.

“Saint,” she called, with no answer. “Saint, are you there?” Juno asked. He walked into the kitchen and the look on his face had her worried. “What’s wrong?” Bruno turned the corner behind Saint, ordering him to put his hands in the air. He shoved Saint into the kitchen and that was when Juno saw the gun that Bruno was pressing into Saint’s back.

“Don’t do this, Bruno,” Juno almost whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want but leave Saint out of this.”

“He put himself in the middle of this when he showed up at my club and threatened me,” Bruno shouted. “So, he’ll be sticking around. I just can’t have him getting in our way while we talk.” Bruno cold-cocked Saint on the back of the head with the gun and he fell to the floor. Juno started to go to him, and Bruno shouted for her to stop, pointing his gun at her.

“Now that your boyfriend is taking a little nap, how about you and I have a chat?” Bruno asked. She didn’t answer him because he wasn’t really asking her a question. Juno had no choice in any of this because if she did, she’d tell Bruno to go fuck himself.

She looked over at Saint and back to him. “You didn’t have to knock him out,” she spat. “I told you that I would have done whatever you wanted if you just left Saint alone.”

“Really?” Bruno asked. “You didn’t seem very willing to do what I wanted the night I had to fire you. I guess your new boyfriend is generous and paying your way until you can find another club to strip in.” He didn’t have a clue what Saint did for her or what her future plans were.

“I’m not going to be stripping anymore,” she insisted.

“Well, I guess that my next question, for you to come back to the club, isn’t going to fly,” Bruno said. “But we can talk about all that later. For now, how about if you sit down in one of those chairs?” She looked at the kitchen chairs as though they somehow offended her. Maybe they did because she had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do to her if she followed his orders.

“What then?” Juno asked.

“Well, I guess that’s up to me,” he said, “but I’m pretty sure you won’t like what I’ll do if you don’t sit the fuck down in one of those Goddamn chairs.” Juno knew that he would make good on every promise he was making to her but not saying aloud.

She walked across the kitchen and sat down in the closest chair. Bruno tossed her a wad of rope and instructed Juno how to tie herself up. When she didn’t tie her legs to the chair tight enough, he made her redo the restraints. When she finished with her legs, he talked her through wrapping the rope around her wrists and when he seemed satisfied with her progress, he took over for her, after setting the gun on the table. It was so close—just inches away from her grasp, but being tied up, she couldn’t get to it.

“You were a Girl Scout, weren’t you?” Bruno taunted, but Juno wasn’t in the mood to share her past with the asshole.

“None of your fucking business,” she spat. He slapped her across the face, and she whimpered.

“Next time, I’ll use my fist instead of the palm of my hand. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Now, were you a Girl Scout?” He was asking her that question again to prove a point, not because he cared if she was in Scouts or not.

“Yes, I was in Girl Scouts,” she grumbled.

Bruno ran his hand down the cheek that he had just slapped. She could taste the bile in her mouth. Just his simple touch made her sick. “There now, was that so hard?”

“No,” she said through clenched teeth. Juno didn’t want to play games with him anymore. She wished Bruno would just get on with whatever he had planned for her. “What’s the end plan, Bruno?”

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