Page 19 of Juno

Juno went up on her elbows to watch him, and when her eyes darted to his cock, he covered himself. “Shit, honey,” he grumbled, “if you keep looking at me that way, this will be over before it begins.”

“You’re big,” she whispered. “How will we fit?”

“We’ll fit,” he promised. “I’m sorry that this is going to hurt you.”

She shook her head, “I’m not,” she assured, “I know how this works, Saint. Please, just make me yours.” He climbed back onto the bed and covered her body with his own.

“Ready?” he asked. She smiled and nodded up at him and he held his breath as he started to slide into her drenched opening. The little whimpers coming from her parted lips were nearly his undoing, but he knew that he had to do this next part. He pushed his way completely into her and she cried out. God, he felt like an ass.

“Are you okay?” Saint asked.

“No,” she breathed, “yes. I will be, just give me a minute.” He held as still as he possibly could and when Juno wrapped her legs and arms around his body, he knew that she was good to go. “I’m okay now,” she said. That worked for him because he was sure that he wouldn’t last very long inside of her.

Saint pulled out of her body and slammed back into her hot core, over and over, until she was shouting out his name again. That was all he needed to find his own release, losing himself deep inside of her body. He collapsed on top of her and her arms tightened around his shoulders.

“Was that okay?” Juno asked.

“It was more than fucking okay,” he admitted. It was perfect. Who would have thought that his brother's friend from grade school would grow up to be the perfect woman for Saint? Not him, that was for sure, but she had, and now, he had no plans to let her go. At least, not anytime soon.

Juno

Saint had moved her into his room the next morning, and she had to admit, she liked the fact that he wanted her close. She felt the same way about him. Every night, they slept tangled up with each other in his bed, and every morning, he treated her with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and morning wood that she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of. It felt as though they were quickly becoming a couple, although living with him was harder than she imagined it would be. When he asked her to bring the rest of her stuff over, she was a bit sad about giving up her apartment. Juno had worked hard to pay for her first place, and she took pride in that fact. Letting it go now felt as though she was giving up on her dreams. She knew that finding new dreams wasn’t going to be easy, but it was what she had to do.

“You about ready to go?” Saint asked. He was taking her to the Friday night co-party at Savage Hell. It had felt like forever since she hung out with her club, and seeing all the Harlots was just what she needed right now.

Of course, Saint had a few rules that she had to promise to follow—the first one being that she had to stick to his side. She had no problems with being close to Saint so that rule would be an easy one to follow. Juno thought it was cute the way that Saint wanted to protect her. It was nice to have someone on her side.

Juno quickly checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror and nodded, “Ready,” she agreed. She grabbed her purse, and Saint handed her a leather jacket and a helmet. “What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s a jacket and helmet,” he said.

“While I can see that, I’m wondering why I need them,” Juno admitted.

“We’re going to take my bike to the club,” Saint insisted.

“But you only got your cast off yesterday. Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Juno asked. She didn’t want to push his recovery. If he wanted to get back to one hundred percent, he would need to continue to take it easy.

“It’s doctor approved,” Saint promised.

“Cross your heart?” Juno asked.

Saint crossed his heart with his finger, “And hope to die.”

“I guess we can take your bike then. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. I could never afford one of my own, and unlike the other women in the Harlots, I’m kind of afraid of them, if I’m being honest.”

“You’ll be great,” Saint promised, “besides, all you have to do is wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight.”

“Well, I think that I can manage that,” she said.

“Good, then put on the jacket and helmet. I’ve also ordered a pair of leather boots for you. They are at the front door waiting for you to try on. I hope I got the right size,” he said. No guy had ever treated her like Saint did. Not only did he take care of her, he was protective and for the first time, in a long time, she felt safe—like nothing and no one would ever be able to touch her.

They both geared up and her new boots were not only kick ass, but they fit perfectly. Saint got on his bike first and started it and then motioned for Juno to hop on the back. She did as he wanted and wrapped her arms around him, almost as though she was holding him in a chokehold.

“Not so tight, honey,” Saint said. “I need a little bit of mobility to drive.”

“Sorry,” she shouted over the engine.

“Ready?” He asked. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t ready, but she also knew that Saint wouldn’t ever put her in danger. She trusted him, and that wasn’t about to change now. She nodded and he took off out of the driveway, heading for Savage Hell.

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