Accidental Fiancé (Unintentionally Yours #5)

21. Maggie

Chapter 21

Maggie

I was certain Julian felt my heart drumming in my chest as he held me. It pounded so loud in my own ears that it drowned out the sounds of the kitchen chaos across the hall. Surely, he knew how much this was killing me. Being near him. Smelling him. Feeling his body against mine. I swore I felt his hardness but that could have been just my imagination.

He cleared his throat and took a step back. “You good?”

“I don’t know what I am but I think we should go.”

Julian took a deep breath then blew it out slowly. I knew that face. It was the same one he had that day after kissing me behind the cafeteria, the yearbook picture. Absolute disappointment. “Are you sure?”

We had come up with a safe word for me to use if I felt overwhelmed and needed a quick exit. Coconut. His mother was allergic to it, so there was little chance of saying it accidentally while we were among the rest of his family because there was zero chance of it being served in any capacity. If I said coconut, this was over. No more Chloe, no more bone-penetrating dread.

And no more being Julian’s fiancée.

That thought panicked me worse than the idea of seeing Chloe again. I wasn’t ready to give that up. I knew it wasn’t real, but I didn’t want it to end. “No, I’m not. I just… I can’t think straight right now.”

Again, he reached out for me, pulling me to him. This time he was the one who needed the comfort, his hand rubbing up and down my back and he rested his chin on the top of my head. “I’ve got you, Maggie.”

The words calmed me, unlocking something deep inside. Julian got me. He made me feel seen. Understood. I nestled my head against his chest and melted into his embrace. Our bodies fit perfectly together. He felt like home.

I should have been unsettled by the thought but I wasn’t.

I breathed in his clean, cucumber scent. It gave me a new surge, aiming my face at his mouth. I pressed my lips to his before I knew what I was doing.

He let a moment pass before he pulled back, shock widening his eyes.

Oh God, he’s pissed. I broke the contract. I’m so fucked. I stammered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I?—"

Julian’s mouth crashed into mine with hunger as he framed my face with his hands and staggered me backward against the door. His soft stubble burned my face as his kisses grew more urgent. His hands pawed for access, over my shirt, my pants, any part of me he wished.

And I let him. I wanted it and I would have begged for his touch.

I arched myself against his hand, groaning for more. His teeth on my throat, his fingers shoving into my pants. My kiss ripped away the leash we held on ourselves. I tugged at the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it up and out of his pants. I latched onto his mouth, eagerly feeding on his enthusiastic grunts when I groped him.

He pushed me harder against the door. His chest heaved with every heavy breath as he stared at me in that barely lit supply closet. I didn’t know how he was breathing, I wasn’t. I couldn’t. If he ended this, it might be the end of me.

He whispered my name then spun me around and jerked my pants down, pulling my hips back to him. In a flash, his fingers glided into me. As wet as I was, it was no challenge. I cried out, but his free hand slid over my mouth. His hot breath caressed the shell of my ear.

“Shh. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would we?”

When his fingers plunged deeper, I bit down on his hand, a strangled cry escaping my lips. He hit my spot again and again until I shook for a new reason. His reason.

I licked his hand. I would have licked anything he wanted me to. His teeth clamped onto that tender spot between my shoulders and my neck as he fingered me, and pleasure shot through every part of me, fracturing my mind. Any question of what was happening vanished without a trace.

I worked myself on his fingers, so close to the edge I wanted to cry. Julian’s fingers slipped out and he pulled my hips back even further until I was up against his hard cock. That hot steel shoved deep, and I cried out unfettered this time. His groans echoed after my sounds died down.

He covered me with his body while he pumped into me. His fingers encircled my wrists, pulling my arms out to either side of the door frame and pinning me there. It was like he was telling me with his body that he had me. That he would protect me. I had never felt safer. Or more turned on.

Every stroke brought me closer. It continued to build until I couldn’t breathe or speak. Breathy moans fell from my lips, pushed out by every pump of his body into mine. I was beyond thought, beyond comprehension. I was enveloped in pure bliss, and when my orgasm hit, I saw sparks. Pleasure ran circles through my body, all that heat and electricity bursting beneath my skin like a flash. I didn’t hear him until I started to come down.

“…that’s it, dirty girl, come on my cock,” he grunted on his thrusts. Thankfully, he had one arm banded around my waist to keep me upright. I’d gone limp at some point.

With a weak breath, I gasped, “Come for me.”

“Can’t,” he growled. “Nowhere good for it to go.”

I wriggled from his grasp. “Pull out.”

As he did, he uttered, “You okay?”

I turned and attempted to drop to my knees in front of him, but he was too quick and caught me. I said, “I’m okay. Let me do this.”

When I swallowed him into my throat, he lost his balance and leaned on the doorframe to stop from falling on me. I loved tasting myself on him. It was as if I’d marked my territory. But there was something else there. A flavor that was entirely him and I loved it.

I stared up at him realizing quickly that watching him from this angle became my second favorite view of him. The first was how he looked when he was on top of me. The feel of his thickness slipping between my lips was addictive. I memorized the veins and the hint of a curve, the shape of the bulbous tip.

“Jesus, Maggie, if you keep this up, I won’t be able to stop.”

I scraped the underside of his cock with my tongue and took him deeper into my throat to make my point that I had no intention of stopping.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He laced his fingers into my hair and guided me at his pace. Bobbing back and forth, I noticed when his grip changed. He smacked the doorframe as though he had too much pent-up energy and had to let it out somehow. He should have been letting it out on me.

I popped off the end of him. “Stop holding back.”

His voice was hoarse. “Yeah?”

I nodded once and started again. That was all the permission he needed.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and he thrust into my mouth, gagging me until I moaned on him. He held me in place to take what he needed, twitching against my lips. He fucked my face almost as hard as he fucked my body, and as much as he pulled my hair to guide me, I was right there, meeting him beat for beat. Anxious for it, almost as if his orgasm would make me come, too. I cupped his balls and his curses spewed out as he throbbed in my mouth and came, slapping the doorframe while he shot into me. I looked up at him with a mischievous grin as I swallowed every drop.

Julian pulled me to my feet and kissed me like the answer to all the world’s problems was somewhere in my mouth. By the time he let me go, my face was sore from the blowjob as much as the kissing. He pressed his forehead to mine, and for a while, we stayed like that, breathing each other in.

After a few minutes he murmured, “Feeling better about Chloe?”

I laughed sharply. “Who?”

He grinned. “Good.”

But after the high came down, her name plunked into the pit of my stomach like a rock. “You weren’t thinking about her while we?—"

“No!” he said with too much volume. He chuckled at himself and lowered his voice. “No, of course not. After what you just did… you made my mind go blank and I had to remember why we were in here instead of my bedroom upstairs, and that brought me back to her.”

“Your brain moves way too fast after sex.”

“No argument there.” He sighed as we put ourselves back together. “We should probably rejoin the others.” He removed the mop handle from the doorknob, placing it back where it belonged.

“And hang out with Chloe while praying she doesn’t fuck all this up for us? I’m in no hurry for that, thanks. I’d rather stay in here and get high off the cleaner fumes.”

He chuckled under his breath as he tucked his polo back into place. “I really know how to show a girl a good time, don’t I?”

That cut me a little too deep. “Don’t do that, Jules.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t…” It was hard to put the words in the right order, my head was still jumbled from the sex. “Don’t make light of yourself, of what happened in here.”

He paused, frowning. “We’ve never had sex in this closet before, so what are you talking about?”

I wasn’t sure I should say it. What if our high school kiss meant more to me than it did to him? But I didn’t have the wherewithal to shut up. “You joked like that after you kissed me behind the cafeteria. You were trying to make it so it wasn’t a big deal.”

His lips parted. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do. I was freaked out by it."

“That’s what every guy likes to hear,” he said sarcastically.

“Stop it. Stop joking when you’re uncomfortable. Stop making light of important things. Just, stop.”

He started to say something else but instead closed his mouth and sighed. “You don’t know how much it took to kiss you behind the cafeteria, Maggie. How I’d been working up the courage for months. How I’d wished you’d give me a sign. But no sign came so I went for it. And instead of you kissing me back or saying something— anything —to encourage me, you made a joke about how it wouldn’t improve your grade.” His voice turned raw. “What else was I supposed to do?”

That question struck me at my core. He was right. What else was a teenage boy to do? The truth was, he handled it with grace, given the circumstances. But now, things were different.

“You’re right about that day. But we’re not kids anymore.”

“That kiss meant everything to me back then,” he countered. “Still does.”

“So how much does what just happened in here mean to you?” I couldn’t believe I asked the question, but it came out of my mouth of its own volition.

“I—"

The door swung open before he could complete his response, flooding the small space with too much light. For a moment, I couldn’t see. However, I didn’t need to. I knew all too well who stood in front of me by her cutting voice. “Found them!” Chloe’s claw captured my wrist and pulled me out of the closet. She wasn’t alone.

Marcus, Apollo, and a few others I had yet to meet stood in the hallway, all with silly smiles on their faces. They knew what we had been up to, my tussled hair and his shifted clothes said it all for us. My face flushed hot but I tried for a weak smile. “Um, hi.”

Chloe draped an arm over my shoulders. “Looks like the two of you got lost on your way to checking on the kids.” She winked. “Go change into your swimsuits. We’re doing cocktails and games by the pool. You won’t want to miss this.”

I very much doubted that.