Borrowed Time

Chapter 127

Juliette was pretty sure that she would probably move an entire building with her bare hands if Shelby asked her to at this point... But going to church when she could be spending the morning sleepily lying in Esme's arms? That was a far harder sell... It'd taken her six different tries to actually get out of bed, and even as she was changing into the dress that she wanted to wear, she had to fight the urge to go back...

Mostly because Esme couldn't stop staring, and she was intoxicated by the feeling of their eyes on her... By the knowledge that they were imagining everything that they possibly could do to her at that moment.

God, I'd let you do it all...

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Esme asked, and Juliette smiled to herself, shaking her head as she looked at them in the mirror... They looked like a vision, like something straight out of heaven, shirtless in a ray of light with their hands folded behind their back, their legs still covered by the blanket and their hair messed up from sleeping...

God, she wanted to bury her head between their thighs and not come up for air until they were practically immobile... That sounded amazing right now...

But she was roped into a whole different kind of worship for the morning, which wasn't something that brought her nearly as much joy to think about. She finished putting in her earring and turned around, seeing the way that Esme's eyes quickly snapped back up to hers... Staring at me? Cute...

"Baby..." She walked over a bit, leaning over the bed to rest her hands on it, watching as Esme's eyes were drawn down almost instantly, their tongue darting out to lick their lips in a way that made Juliette's knees weak... Waiting until they were healed up was proving to be one of the most difficult things that she'd ever done, but she needed it to happen... Their well being trumped sex for sure. "That's really sweet, but I know you hate church." She murmured, and Esme sighed, tuning back into the conversation as they looked her in the eyes, shrugging...

Really, it was sweet that they wanted to come... But she also needed them resting. They leaned forward and Juliette tried hard not to stare at them as they did, at the way that their body moved, the fold of their stomach, slight but there, and the way that they ran their hands through their hair... God, their fucking hands... She swallowed on a dry throat as she thought about how she wanted them everywhere.

No. Church. Holy thoughts, holy thoughts, holy thoughts... Yeah, no... She was pretty sure that the holy part of her brain was fucked from the first moment that she'd gotten to taste Esme... It'd been one of the most intimate moments of her life, she still thought about how it felt to do that for the first time, how shocked Esme had been when she'd taken their fingers into her mouth.

God, they were so fucking perfect in every way.

"I don't hate it... Does it make me uncomfortable sometimes? Sure, but that's just because I never grew up with it... If you want me there, I'm there." She brought her hands forward, placing them over Juliette's before they scooted closer so that they could take them without making her fall over... But she still stumbled, and she felt Esme's hands slide over her hips as they smirked just slightly, gripping onto her a little harder than they needed to... Not that she was complaining. "I wanna help in any way that I can, princess." They said, looking at her earnestly as they circled their thumbs over her hips in a way that made her shiver... Their touch was so electric even through the skin of her dress... It was taking everything in her power not to crawl onto their lap and pin them down to the bed...

Have some fucking self control, good god... She let out a shaky breath and shook her head, clearing her throat as she tried to focus on the sweet merit of Esme's words and not the intoxicating feeling of their fingers.