Borrowed Time

Chapter Seventy Eight

Being under Esme Panchek felt like something that Juliette could count as worship... It certainly felt like a godly experience, even though it was categorically sinful... She'd never be able to help herself, Esme was too tempting to ignore, she was too pretty, too sweet, too good...

And currently she was making Juliette very late for cheerleading practice because of her tempting ways... She knew what she was doing too, she was doing it on purpose.

"Fuck, babe... I really have to get to practice, I'm already late..." Juliette sighed, looking up at the roof of the van as she tugged lightly at Esme's hair, feeling the pleasant sting of her teeth on her neck... God, practice sounded so much worse than this.

Esme chuckled against the skin of her neck, pressing kisses to the tender skin before she leaned back, grinning down at her... She was a vision, slightly messy hair, smudged lipstick and a smile that could light up a fucking stadium... Her perfect girl.

"Just skip it..." She leaned back, down resting on her palms as she hung just outside of Juliette's grasp. Fucker. "I'll give you a workout of your very own..." Juliette swallowed back a groan, letting her eyes flutter shut as she slipped a hand up Esme's shirt, raking her nails down her stomach. Lord, give me some fucking strength...

"Mmm... Fuck..." She opened her eyes and sighed, shaking her head... She was a captain, she had to set a good example for the rest of the team, right? "As tempting as that is..." Juliette said, watching Esme frown slightly as she pushed Juliette's top up, tracing light patterns on her stomach, making her shiver as she fought the urge to push her hands away... She didn't know why Esme liked that part of her so much...

"What? Are you gonna deny me?" She leaned down, biting lightly at her earlobe in a way that made her gasp as she tightened her nails into her back. Holy fucking shit. "I'll beg, you know I will." She swallowed back a groan and cleared her throat, pushing Esme away from her even as she felt the torture of doing so... She wanted her closer, she wanted to forget her stupid practice but she knew that her coach would have her head.

But she could be a little later.

"You, Esme Panchek, are a terrible influence on me." Juliette sighed, looping her hand around the collar of Esme's shirt in a way that made the other girl smirk. God...

"I know, I'm the worst." She raised an eyebrow. "Five more minutes." It was quietly pleading, and there was no way that Juliette could deny her... But she could tease her a bit, couldn't she?

"You're worth the extra laps, pretty girl..." Juliette sighed, like it was the worst thing in the world that she had to stay here. Esme kissed her deeply, frantically as she pressed them together, leaving no space... Juliette liked how it felt to have Esme on top of her like this, wanting her... She needed to be under her more often. She kissed down Esme's neck, sliding her hands up under the back of her shirt to dig her nails into her skin in a way that made Esme gasp... God, it sounded so good to hear her like that...

"Mmm..." She sighed heavily, arching her neck to the side. "Fuck, Jules..." Her voice was fucking addicting, sending a shiver right down her spine... So perfect. How could Juliette ever want anyone else? She pulled back, looking into Esme's perfect face... Her nose... Her eyes... The crook of her teeth... Fuck, how could one person be so pretty?

"I love every inch of you... You're so handsome." Juliette murmured, leaning up to kiss across Esme's collarbone, appreciating the shuddering breath that left her lover's lips... God, how was she so fucking perfect?