Judging June (Downtown) (12 page)

I HAVEN’T GOTTEN BACK TO normal since the night I fucked myself up with booze. If it weren’t for Faith getting me upstairs to a suite I’m not sure what would have happened. I definitely felt like shit the next morning; I couldn’t go back to June’s looking and feeling the way I did. I had to get my head on straight before I saw her again. I took a couple days to regroup; I apologized to Harmony, for yelling at her when I was at my lowest. I hadn’t realized it was her trying to help, until Faith brought it to my attention. Damn, I was such an ass. I hated myself. I hated feeling and treating people like crap. I just wanted things to go back to normal before we lost the baby.

Two weeks of hell really was taking a toll on me. I barely slept, hadn’t eaten—forget about working out, I’ve stopped taking care of myself, letting myself go. When I look into the mirror all I see is an overtired, pathetic, and depressed 30 year old man. I needed to get my life back on track.

Virginia kept me up to date on June for the last two days. She said she’s looking great and that I needed to go see her before June started to ask why I wasn’t calling or coming by. I agreed with her. I got my balls intact and did my best to put myself back together.

Virginia was right, June looked wonderful. If only I looked that good. June noticed right off how shitty I appeared. She could see right through me; she questioned if I was being taken care of, she was worried. I told her exactly what was on my mind. Yeah, this whole losing the baby thing was fucking not fair. It devastated me—for both of us. I’d become depressed, and couldn’t deal with the pain. This affected me so much because I finally looked forward to something in my life; a child who would have a part of me inside of him/her.
I wanted the baby.
So, losing it. . . . there are just no words. Unfortunately it happened and it was time to move forward. I promised her we would have plenty of time to have another baby, but for right now we could get to know one another better. Do normal things—date. I see a future with her, I want to have babies with her . . . I realized through all of this . . . I’m in love with June. I want to be with her and never let her go. Who’d have thought two opposites would attract? In the end, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I want to make June happy tonight. I want to see her smile light up the darkness, and to hear her laughter fill the sad spaces that are lingering inside my heart. It’s been hard losing the baby, but knowing I will be with June I know everything will be okay.

I had an overwhelmingly busy day at the office, so picking up June tonight lightened my mood. One look at her and I almost combusted inside my pants. She had on a small black skirt, red tube top and killer black heels; her once black strands in her hair were now pink—
hell, she’s a knockout,
I wanted to take her on her office desk, devour her lips, and body. The smell of her was intoxicating and it almost took me over the edge. I had to get her out of the studio. I needed to show her how much I cared for her, loved her. Unfortunately she informed me she couldn’t have sex for another few weeks. Damn, that was going to be torture for me. Yet there are other things we can do to help that department. Hell, I’m ready to do whatever it takes to pleasure her.

I take June back to my place. I already went and got all the necessary groceries needed for dinner. I plan on knocking her socks off; I love to cook, and I love to eat. . . . as I prepare roasted chicken, a white wine sauce and fresh greens I can see she is impressed. Her mouth is almost drooling and I can tell she wants a taste as I stir the sauce. I’ll be nice and let her have a sample.

As I feed her the sauce, her eyes close and she sighs. “Oh. My. God! I think I just had an orgasm.”
Holy, fuck me.
It’s going to be so hard to enjoy this night without having sex with her.

I jokingly laugh, “You don’t like it?”

She slaps me on the chest as I continue to laugh. “I need to eat, now! That was insanely good, mister!”

Dinner is finally served. Watching June eat, my appetite suddenly comes back. The dark spaces are coming back to life. She makes everything better for me. I can do this. I can get back to living my life, get back to being healthy, and making her happy. I’ll do anything to make June happy.

Throughout dinner we talk about our families, sports—which she hates, dammit. Maybe I can convince her to like ice hockey? I grew up playing hockey; I was on my High School hockey team and we killed the other schools teams, we were that good. If I didn’t love architecture so much I would have been a professional hockey player. I seriously love the sport.

I learned that June used to be a cheerleader—
a little hot one I bet.
Her parents own a big motorcycle company. They have several of their companies worldwide and her brothers manage a few of them around the states. Also she used to ride with her dad many times growing up.

The more she talks about herself the more I am loving her. I could listen to her talk all night and never get bored; she’s funny as hell, made me laugh and relax during dinner. God, she’s incredible. What the hell was I thinking, not being attracted to her? I must have ruptured a nut back then, because seriously, this woman sitting in front of me is the perfect woman for me. She’s what I need in my life and I want to be everything to her like she is to me.

We finish up dinner and I am completely stuffed.

Holding up her wine glass, finishing off the remains, June asks, “Do you always cook like this? If you do, then you’re spoiling me, because I cook like crap.”

I chuckle. “Yes, I cook like this almost on a daily basis.” I intently focus on her lips, drinking down that wine. Damn, they are plump, red and composing my dick to twitch. “Plus I’m happy to spoil you any day, every day, and every hour.”

“And every minute and second, right? Can’t leave those two out,” she ends on a snort, which I find extremely adorable.

I grin at her comment. “No, you’re right, I can’t.” I retrieve the wine bottle. “More wine?”

“Yes, please,” she accepts, raising her glass so I can pour the wine in. “So what do you have planned for dessert?”

I start to laugh as I pour more wine for myself. “Already? You just stuffed your face with dinner.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugs and takes a sip of her wine. Again, with those lips. She has no idea what she’s doing to me right now, sitting there across from me with her body turned, legs crossed and her arm resting on the back of her chair, all the while holding onto her goblet like it’s some delicate treasure. I imagine that delicate treasure could very shortly be my dick in her hands. “Come on, what do you have for me, boss?” The sexy look in her icy blue eyes when she calls me boss—
it screams “Fuck Me!”

I better get myself back in the conversation before I forget about dessert. She seems to love her sweets, and I sure do love a woman who can eat. “Homemade ice cream?” I answer.

“Get out!” she slams her hand on the table. “Seriously? Doesn’t it have to sit in the freezer for awhile after you churn it or something?”

I place my elbows on the table and take another sip. “The way I make it, no,” I grin.

She cocks her head to the side with a disappointed pout on her full lips. “Oh no, is it a healthy dessert?”

I burst out into laughter. “Yes, and you’ll love it anyways.”

She twists her lips to the side and comments, “But I like unhealthy desserts.” She’s so fucking cute.

“Trust me, you’ll die for this ice cream.”

As I am gathering the ingredients for the ice cream, June turns on the iPod. Coming back into the kitchen June is swaying her hips, snapping her fingers and is looking incredibly hot. I almost drop everything onto the ground, I want her so bad.

“Can’t make dessert without music,” she explains while she twirls around.

If she doesn’t stop that I am going to forget the dessert, instead I’ll arrange her to
be
the dessert.

I shake my head and resume with my main focus. I immediately recognize the music. “Is that
JINKS?
”

Nodding her head, dancing she says, “The one and only. They’re incredible.” I guess they’re alright. The night of
JINKS’
party I was partially lying to Lucky about not liking their sound. I was being a total ass because I knew he was still in love with Faith and I had just seen them fucking upstairs. I hate reliving that memory, because it still stings. I knew in that moment it was the end of us. On the other hand, it seems like a lifetime ago, and it was the best thing that could ever happened to me. If it weren’t for Faith and Lucky, there would not have been a June and Phillip. June stops dancing and notices my grin. “Oh, you don’t like this type of music do you?”

I don’t care what music you’re playing, as long as you keep on dancing. Sexy as fuck.

I shrug, pouring my ingredients in the blender, I placed on the counter. “I have to admit it’s been growing on me.”

“Good, cuz I am not turning it off,” she retorts back.

“Smartass,” I chuckle.
She’s so funny.

She hops her ass onto my counter and swings her legs up and down like a young kid. How innocent she looks right now, yet how devilish she really is. “What music do you like?” She takes a strawberry from my stash of ingredients and starts sucking on it.
Crap, did she really have to do that?

I clear my throat and proceed with the ice cream. “Jazz, Opera -” I cut myself off when I see a look of horror in her expression. I immediately drop what I’m doing and go directly in front of her. She notices that she’s in big trouble when I spread apart her legs and pull her close to my chest. I slip my hands up her skirt, inside her panties and pinch that phenomenal ass of hers. She gasps and squeals from the pinch.
This woman loves a good pinch.
“You are going to get spanked for doing that,” I huskily promise. This time. . . . .she’s going to get that spanking.

She hasn’t taken a bite of the strawberry; she keeps a hold on it between her fingers and seductively replies, “Another spanking threat huh? You like making them just for the thrill, don’t you?”

I reach for the strawberry with my mouth and take a bite. “No threat beautiful, no threat at all.” I chew on the strawberry while we intently look into each others eyes. She copies my movements and slowly takes a bite off the berry. My tongue urgently licks off the juice coming down from her lips.
Tastes so much better on her skin, I could lick her all day.
I squeeze her ass as I move my tongue down until I reach her neck, to the base of her throat. I can feel her heart racing against my tongue and hear the soft moans coming from within. She moves her hand into my hair, pulling on the strands as I continue to lavish her delicate, amazing neck. I want to take her to my bed right this instant.

In a high, breathy pitch, June comments, “Opera? Really? Couldn’t you have liked Country instead?”

I immediately stop licking and instead start laughing into her chest.
Where the hell did that come from!
I thought I heard her mumble, “Just sayin,’” when I continue to laugh. This woman is fucking hilarious . . . and she’s all mine.
Thank God she’s all mine.

I take my hands out of her panties, then cup her face and draw our lips together, with a flick of a tongue.
Mm . . . strawberry. .
“You ready for dessert or not?” I ask.

Our foreheads lean against the other when she responds. “I’m liking this dessert much better.” She kisses me again. “It’s sweet, warm and melts in my mouth,” then pulls me in full force for some good old fashion making out. Heat generates around us as we passionately make love in each others mouths. My dick gets even harder; I don’t think I can wait any longer to have her. I need to tell her how I feel about her . . . now. . . . this minute. I break our connection. Her eyes are drunk from our mind blowing kiss, when she whispers, “Perfect.”

I quickly blurt out, “I’ve fallen in love with you, June. You do realize that don’t you?” Her eyes suddenly widen and her body becomes stiff. Shit, I’ve ruined the moment; she doesn’t love me back. What the hell was I thinking? However, her silence is killing me! “Come on, say something,” I demand.

She exclaims with a whisper, “Awesome.”

Awesome?
That is certainly not what I expected her to say. “What?” I ask, obviously confused.

She moves her arms around my neck, blinks a couple times and sputters out her question, with a look of surprise. “I mean. . . . I. . . . for real?”

I have never been more serious in my life. “For real.” I squeeze her body. I love her body. I love her tattoos. I love
her.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Please do,” I chuckle. “Anything.”

“I’ve fallen in love with you too, boss. . . . for real.”

I exhale on a grin; relief, happiness, elation and so many other emotions are swirling inside my heart I believe I am going to burst into thousands of tiny bow and arrows. She has struck me with something I never thought possible—looking beyond what’s on the outside,
loving
what’s on the outside, and what’s planted on the inside. She’s brave, strong, sensitive, and incredibly beautiful. No more judging. She’s mine. . . . she’s my one and only true love, the center of my being, my heart. . . . I wouldn’t change her for anything.