The feeling of Warner's lips against mine after this time apart was like that first drop of water hitting my tongue after a 10-kilometre run. I never wanted Warner to let me go again. Being in his arms felt so right. Judging by his grip on me, he didn't want to let me go either.

When he pulls back from my lips and rests his forehead against mine, I whisper. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to stop being so stubborn."

He presses his index finger to my lips. "I know I said I was done, but I lied; I would have waited forever for you." He looks like he might kiss me again, but he pulls back and looks at the door.

"I don't think we are alone anymore," Warner whispers into my ear.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused. I pull back and scan the bedroom around us; I didn't see anyone.

Warner points to the door. "We have some company."

I swiftly run over to the closed door and press my ear against it. I strain my ears, and sure enough, I hear some familiar voices on the other side of the door.

"Shhh, Kenji, your breathing is so loud," I hear Abby whisper, then a yelp from Kenji as if someone tried to shut him up.

"Great, now with your yelping, we missed something!" Amy whines.

"Wait, I can't hear anything. Did they make up?" Kenji chimes in.

It seemed we had some eavesdroppers at the door.

The walls are too thick, so their conversation is barely audible, but I do pick up on certain words being said such as Sarah repeatedly yelling "Listen" and Kenji shouting "I am" several times in reply.

Warner comes up beside me, and he gives me a devious smile. I know exactly what he is thinking since they are all pressed up against the door. Warner silently twists the door handle, the door flies open, and all five of them face plant to the floor of the bedroom.

"Oomfgh," Kenji groans as the weight of all four of the group squashes down on top of him.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of me. They look guilty, but they all stand up and smooth out their clothes as if they weren't just sprawled in front of us.

"We wanted to know if you were going to stop being an idiot and believe Juliet." Amy directs her statement at Warner but smiles sweetly.

"We also wanted to know if Juliet was going to stop being an idiot and get back with you." Sarah continues on, smiling just as sweetly.

"I've just been rooting for you guys for so long; I deserved to get to hear a big moment like this." Maggie practically beams at us and the way Warner has wrapped his pinkie with mine. Like he needs to be touching me, to ensure I am real.

"Adam stayed downstairs with Winston in case Warner still wanted to kill him. But judging by the smile on my boy's face, the coast is clear." Kenji clasps Warner on the shoulder.

"I am not going to kill him. But you are not going on that date." Warner shoots me a look.

"That sucks. I was really looking forward to it. I picked out a really hot outfit," I fake pout, and Warner raises an eyebrow at me.

"You'll pay for that comment later" he gives me a heated look, and I look away before I turn red.

"Speaking of later, you guys don't mind if I take Juliet back to mine? I can drive anyone else back that wants to leave as well."

"I would love a drive-" Kenji starts but Abby elbows him in the side hard. Hard enough, he lets out a wheeze.

"Nope, you two love birds go ahead." She smiles at me and wriggles her eyebrows.

We walk downstairs to his car, but when we get to the front garden, I spot a few girls whispering and looking our way. I tense up next to Warner, and he glances over to them, I think he will just keep walking, but he stops and goes over. Dragging me behind him.

We get to the conversation, and I hear my name being said along with the word whore. They shut up as soon as they are in the presence of Warner who looms over them, a foot taller than all of them. "Now, who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?" he growls, his voice so low that I feel a fire ignite in the pit of my stomach.

Also...girlfriend? It felt nice hearing that word come out of his mouth.

The girls all shut up, and the fear in their eyes is almost laughable. Warner embraces the silence and then slowly brings me back towards his car.

"Jesus Warner, you are so wrapped around her little finger. She has you pussy whipped." A guy from Warner's team yells out from a foot away. I cringe hoping Warner doesn't agree with him, I don't want to be a reason people give him a hard time. But he doesn't even flinch.

He opens the passenger door for me and looks back at his teammate. I'm expecting him to deny it but he just says "Yeah she does..jealous?". The look he gives the guy is smug. I realize that Warner is proud to be with me. I didn't think it was possible to like him more than I already did. I swear I had never wanted the man more.

He closes the door and walks around to the driver's side. I have only a few seconds to get it together. His face was even and open, not at all embarrassed that his teammates were calling him pussy whipped. He looked happy to just be in the car with me.

After a quick drive, we walk through his front door and before I can make it a few steps Warner turns me to him, and his hand skims my cheek. His forehead presses to mine, his lips so near. In a low whisper, he says, "I'm so glad you're here."

"Thank you for defending me." I blurt out, ruining the moment.

"Don't thank me. I only told the truth." His lips nearly brush mine, but he teases, a sliver of space tempting me and causing tension to build between us. I blush at the insinuation that I somehow have the man whipped. "I am pretty sure if you tacked the word 'please' onto any request, I would find a way to fulfil it," he whispers gently in my ear.

I grip his arms, keeping him close. This feels imagined, like a part of my fantasies. But I'm touching him, his legs against my legs. I let out a breath. "Still, I appreciate it. It's nice having someone on my side."

He blinks those green eyes, his nostrils flaring just enough for me to notice. "You have no idea how terrible you make me feel sometimes."

Wait. What? "Why?"

"Jules," he immediately says, holding my face in two large hands, "You're thanking me for defending you; you shouldn't have to thank me for something like that. I'm sorry I wasn't always there for you in the past, but from now on, I will always be on your side."

"A team." I smile.

His face lights up at the word and his hands drift slowly down my sides—fingertips leaving a burning trail in their wake. When he reaches what's left of my hips, he squeezes gently.

I slide a hand behind his neck and study his face. I love the strong lines of his jaw, the piercing beauty of those sea-green eyes, and his slightly parted lush lips. His phone starts blaring, interrupting the moment, and he narrows his eyes at Kenji's name on the screen, pressing decline. It rings a second time, and I reluctantly let go of him and walk over to the dining room table. It must be important if he is calling twice.

He glances at me, leaning against the table and back to his phone as if in some moral dilemma. "Fuck it." He grunts.

One second, he was holding his phone the next, it was on the ground, and he was walking toward me. He brings me up against his body, hard, and his forearm wraps around my lower back, lifting me just enough that my toes brush the ground.

He bows me backward, and his mouth finds mine instantly. The mouth that finds mine is tender and hungry, all at once. Worshipful. As soon as our lips connect, my fingers curl into the neck of his t-shirt, and that arm at the small of my back levers me upright, flattening the fronts of our bodies and oh god, he just devours me like he was starved.

His lips push mine wide, his fingers are in my hair and his tongue sets off flares all over my body.

And then he moans.

This man moans like he'd never tasted anything so good in his life and needed to get more. He brings us up for a gasp of air and then goes right back to work, his tongue stroking mine relentlessly until I am using my grip on his collar to climb him. My mouth is just as eager, just as needy.

Oh god, were we going to have sex right here? This kind of kiss could only lead to sex. With every slant of his mouth, I was losing my mind.

He backs me up into the table, and some of the décor scatters onto the ground. "I'm sorry," he says between breaths. "It's been so hard not being able to kiss you and touch you. I never want to stop."

My gaze travels down to the front of his body, stopping when I reach the outline of his painful-looking erection. It is protruding against the fly of his jeans, large and heavy. His own hand creeps toward it, his sexual frustration obvious in every line of his face.

If there was going to be a rumour about me giving some guy a blowjob, I might as well give one.

To his shock, I push him into one of the dining room chairs. I brace my hands on the arms of the chair and brush a kiss to his neck, just beneath his ear. Another, lower now, closer to the collar of his dark shirt.

He trembles as I kiss the hard knot in the centre of his throat. He shifts in the chair, groaning softly, his hand rises to clasp my hip as if he'd push me away but I remove his hand. "Let me," I whisper against his neck. "Please."

He swallows but doesn't stop me, so I kiss him again, moving to the other side of his neck. Reaching the spot just beneath his ear as I lay a hand on his chest and feel his heartbeat hammering into my palm.

Then I slide down on my knees between him and the table. His eyes go so wide it is almost comical. "Juliet."

His head falls back, chest lifting and plummeting. "Jules, you don't need to. That's not why I brought you here."

I reach for the top of his pants, pressing a hand to the thick bulge. "I want to," I say, meeting his stare. From where I kneel between his legs, he towers over me, but the edge in his eyes softens before he nods. My fingers are thankfully steady as I unfasten his pants. I cup his arousal, massaging him through his jeans, and he moans through his teeth. "I want to make you feel good. Think of it as an extra apology." I whisper looking up at him.

I flick open the button at the top of his fly and lower the zipper carefully, sucking in a breath when I see his shaft grew impossibly larger inside his boxers without his pants restricting it. Warner's knuckles were white on the arms of the chair, but he stops breathing altogether when I draw down the waistband of his boxers and see his erection up close.

I was telling the truth; I really did want to make him feel good. So badly that my inner thighs were turning slick with my own need. I wanted to be on my knees, giving pleasure to this man who would do anything for me. This man has treated me with a measure of care and respect nobody else ever has. Sure, I was a virgin who had never done this before, but I was not innocent. I had watched enough porn and read enough romance books to figure it out.

I pull my hair back and sit on my heels between his thighs. Warner tries to look away but fails. "Jules." His voice is hoarse.

I pressed a kiss against his hip, and he groans as though I have done something special. As though this was beyond anything. Slowly, precisely, I wrap my hand around the base of his erection; the head was shiny already. He seemed very hard, and above me, his chest was heaving, and his lips were parted. It seemed like it wouldn't take much, which was good.

My fingers shake as I stroke them down his shaft. He shuddered beneath my touch. I lift my eyes to find his gaze fixed on my hands.

Before parting my lips on the head of his shaft, I look up at him and give a small smile. "You are the only man I will get on my knees for." That seemed to do be his undoing. He groans, and orders me in hushed tones to please, give him a moment, go slow and not let him come.

I give his shaft a tight pump. And another one. Waiting until his eyes start to glaze over then I drag my tongue up the underside of him, closing my mouth over the top to lick the small bead of moisture already gathered there. I made my tongue flat and stiff, teasing the slit, the sensitive ridges, before tunnelling him in deep, deep, right to the point where tears pricked my eyelids.

"Jesus Christ," he groans, threading his fingers in my hair, urging me. He pulses on my tongue as I work him, my throat tight around him. He groans, and slurs raspy words, mumbling, "Yes, baby like that." And I continue to hear endless praise and endearments come out of his mouth – how good I was, obscenities about my lips, my body, my eyes. He leans his head back against the chair, hissing.

"Jules. I'm going to." I look up at him not pulling back. My tongue swirls his tip, and he grunts abruptly. I only smile at him, I enjoy watching him being pleasured. I liked watching him undone, panting, gripping my hair and the arm of the chair. With a strangled grunt of my name, he hit his peak shooting moisture into my mouth. I was still sucking gently when he regains control of his limbs and cups my cheek. The power of Warner saying my name as he orgasmed was so incredible, that I couldn't hold still.

I rose to my feet. The heat in his gaze threatened to burn me. "There are perks to being pussy whipped." I grin at him.

"Take off your pants." He practically growls. He looked like he might take me on this table. My finger slides to the buttons of my leather pants, and he practically shakes as he watches me free the top button.

Knocks pound on the door. Warner stiffens, shoving himself back into his pants. I move a few feet away, refastening the button on my pants. Warner had just finished setting himself right when Kenji strolls in, followed by the rest of our friends.

Seven sets of eyes stare at us from the door archway. Warner sitting in the chair, and me standing a few feet away, guilt-ridden all over my face.

"The cops broke up the party. Kenji had the grand idea to come to your house since your parents aren't home." Abby gave me a sympathetic look.

"I called you to say we were coming. You can't have a home theatre and expect us to stay at my house" Kenji looks at us with a sheepish grin

"Movie night!" Winston cheers, heading to the kitchen; he looks right at home sorting through the cupboards for snacks.

I didn't mind, even though I would love to know what Warner planned to do to me my friends had been there for me all week, I could wait a few hours to have my fill of him.

Adam was the last one to leave for the kitchen, he gives Warner a long look, and they seem to have a whole conversation without even speaking.

Warner holds the same long look and then gives Adam a nod which Adam returns before walking into the kitchen to where Maggie was struggling to reach the popcorn in a top cupboard. Was that them making up? It seemed a whole lot easier than Warner and I's yelling match.

I smile at my friends. It felt nice to be surrounded by them all. My mind didn't go to such dark places when I wasn't alone.