Page 39 of The Denver Alpha

I furrow my brow in confusion, shaking my head. “Why would you want to run in a storm?”

“The sounds, the smells, the rain…” Her voice trails off as Juliet closes her eyes, throwing her head back and dragging in a deep breath. Then she tips her head back up, eyes slowly opening to collide with mine. “It makes me feel alive.”

As her words sink in, my gaze unwittingly drops down to her bare form. The tumble we took left both of us fairly covered in mud, but naked is naked, and I can see enough of her for my dick to stand up and salute. Her body is incredible.

Realizing I’ve probably been caught staring, I jerk my eyes back up to Juliet’s face- only to find her own zeroed in on my crotch. And I mean, I know I’m well endowed, but the girl is looking at it like she’s never seen a dick before. Her eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape. My cock twitches in response to the attention and she sucks in the cutest little gasp of air, her eyes pinging up to meet mine.

The air between us feels charged, and it’s not just the distant heat lightning.

“So you’re not running away?” I murmur.

Juliet squints at me, tilting her head. “Why would I run away?”

“I don’t know, I just thought I may have crossed a line last night at the club.” I frown, rubbing a hand back and forth over my buzzed head. “No, I definitely crossed a line,” I amend.

She takes a step toward me, eyes trained on mine. “A line I wanted you to cross.”

I shake my head.

Juliet haves a sigh, rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest. Right over those fucking glorious tits of hers. “C’mon, Sarge, when are you gonna give in to what you really want? And don’t even try to say you don’t want me, because your dick is basically pointing at me like a damn compass right now.”

“Of course I fucking want you, Juliet,” I groan, scrubbing a hand over my face in exasperation. “That’s the fucking problem!”

“Why is that a problem?” she demands.

“I’m too old for you,” I grumble.

“We’re both consenting adults.”

“And you’re Jax’s little sister.”

“Seriously? That’s what this is about?” She chuckles wryly, shaking her head and backing up a step. “Alright, whatever. You win then, I guess. I can’t change who I am, no matter how many times I’ve wished I could. I’m more than someone’s daughter or someone’s sister, and I thought coming here would help people see that. But if you can’t, if all you can see is Jax’s sister when you look at me, then I don’t want this anyways.” Juliet scowls and starts to turn away, waving a hand dismissively. “So I guess we’re done here.”

The resignation in her voice spurs me to action as, too late, realization dawns on me.

This isn’t what I want.

All through this power struggle the two of us have had, I’d thought I wanted to win.

It’s not about winning, though.

I don’t want her defeated; I don’t want her to walk away.

I justwanther.

Mud squishes beneath the soles of my feet as I advance toward Juliet, closing the distance between us in less than a second. I grab her by the hips, spinning her around and roughly pulling her body into mine. Our skin slaps together as we collide and I grab her chin in a hand, tilting her face up toward mine.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

I take what I fucking want, crushing my lips against hers, swallowing her sigh and tasting her ferocity. Another crack of lightning lights up the sky and it feels like it rips right through me, too, my pulse racing, skin searing.

This is what I was afraid of. How right it’d feel.

And now there’s no going back.

Her hands clutch my shoulders as our lips and tongues move together in a dance of urgency and desperation, the two of us devouring one another like we’ll never get enough. I slide my hands down the curve of her back, grabbing onto the cheeks of her peachy little ass and squeezing, groaning into Juliet’s mouth in appreciation. She hops up without breaking our kiss and I lift her to wrap her legs around me, arms looping around my neck and holding on tight.

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