“Those girls are tight, man. They will hurt you if you hurt one of their pack.” Wade gave him a warning. “How long have you known them?” Julian asked.
“They don’t remember me, but I was friends with Heather’s brother. Not great friends, but I know the girls from when they were younger. I’ll tread carefully.”
Julian nodded, looked at the address, then walked out of the bar. He needed to talk to her. He liked the fact she had friends to care for her.
The address on the piece of paper took him near the edge of the city. It was a busy street if he recalled. He found directions then started the car. It was busy for a Monday after work. The traffic slowed him down to the point when he parked outside her house it was dark. The lights were on and the curtains drawn. He got out, noticing the neighbourhood was nice. His house had a long drive and had several acres of land separating him from his neighbours.
He knocked on her door. This was the first time he’d been to a woman’s door before. Most of them were usually staying with him for some kind of function. He never had to call on a woman.
A man with long hair tied round the back answered the door. He wore a pair of blue worn jeans and a plain white shirt. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m looking for Heather. I was told I could find her here.”
“What do you want with Heather?”
Julian didn’t like the man on sight. If she had a boyfriend then why had she let him go so far? A woman with red hair came round the corner. Julian recognised her from the club on Friday.
“You’re Julian Goff.”
“Yes.”
“Connie called to let me know you’d be stopping by.” She turned to the man. “He’s here to see your sister. Let him in.”
“What’s going on? Why are you all crowding around the door?” Heather came into view wearing the cutest pair of teddy bear pajamas he’d ever seen. “What are you doing here?”
“You left before we had a chance to talk. We need to talk.”
“Do you want him in?” the brother asked her.
Heather kept staring at him. She nodded her head after some time had passed. “We need to talk.”
“Excellent. You can talk to my sister while Amber and I go and get dinner. I’m starved. Do you like pizza, mate?” The brother handed Amber a coat then pushed past him.
“It looks like I’ve been organized. Are you okay being alone with him?” Amber asked Heather.
His woman nodded her head. He closed the door behind him and faced her.
“You didn’t have to come to my home. I would have seen you in work tomorrow.”
“I doubt that, Heather. We both know you’d find some reason not to work the month’s resignation.” He walked further into her room. She went down the short hallway to the kitchen. He followed her.
“I wouldn’t have filed a lawsuit or anything. I was with you all the way.”
“I know.” She wasn’t the type of woman to involve the law. “Do you have a job to go to?”
She shook her head.
“In this type of market you think it is sensible to quit your current job without another one lined up?”
“I’ll find something. After what happened I think working together is wrong.” She stirred some coffee into a cup then handed it to him.
“You mean after we f**ked on my desk.”
She dropped the cup spilling hot coffee all over her kitchen. “Why did you have to do that?” She shoved his chest out of the way and began cleaning up the mess. Julian helped her mop up. When she dumped the towels in the sink he went to her putting a hand on either side of the counter, trapping her in.
“We f**ked, Heather. There is no getting away from it.”
“And I messed up everything,” she whispered. Her hair was pulled up into a clip exposing her neck. There had been so many times he’d wanted to kiss the delicate flesh. He gave in to temptation and tasted her.
She moaned as he nibbled the back of her neck, her body shaking as he teased her with his kisses.
“Can I let you in on a little secret?” he asked.
“What?”
“I want to f**k you a lot more.”
“What?” She spun round. Her body was flush against his. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck while the other covered her waist.
“I want to tear the clothes from your body, spread your pretty white thighs, and f**k you hard. I want to take you over and over again.”
Her tongue peeked out as she licked her lips. Julian groaned as his c**k tightened unbearably in his pants. He wanted to feel her sweet lips wrapped around the length of his shaft.
“Do you feel that?” he asked. Julian pressed his c**k against her rounded belly. The tip was wet from his pr**cum. The arousal shocked him by its speed.
Her moans were driving him crazy. How had he not seen the passion inside her? She wanted him. He saw it, recognised it. Now he wanted her all to himself. The change was instantaneous inside him. He let go of her hair to unbutton her teddy bear top.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I need to be inside you.”
She covered his hands with her own. “No.”
“You want me, Heather. Don’t try to deny the attraction between us.” He stopped only because she’d asked him to.
“You’ve just finished with another woman. I’m not going to be a quick f**k, Julian. I couldn’t live with myself.” She pulled away going to the other end of the kitchen. She looked so damn sexy.
“There is no other woman in my life, Heather.”
“At the moment.”
“I’m not going to pretend to be a saint. I love women, but I never cheat on them.” It was the one thing he refused to do. Cheating on a woman was disrespectful and rude.
“Love women? You use them. Why should I put myself through that kind of heartache?” she asked.
Julian glanced around her kitchen. Her question was valid. He could not give her a happily ever after. All he was able to give her was a good time along with a healthy pay-check at the end.
Chapter Six
The man she loved was in her kitchen sporting a huge erection for her, and here she stood, ready to turn him down. The heartache he would cause her wasn’t worth the pain she knew he’d give her. Knowing all of the negatives she couldn’t help the warmth between her legs or the yearning to feel him close.
“Your pu**y is wet for me.”
She loved his dirty talk far more than she should. In fact, she should be slapping him ‘round the face and forcing him out of her house. Instead, her pu**y was dripping with cum. The desire to tear her pajamas from her body and spread out on the kitchen floor was strong.