Set Me Free

Chapter Four

“My boyfriend...Err, Ex-boyfriend,” Juno points to Kevin standing on the steps with a smug look. “He’s the one that started the fight. He’s over there and he’s also the one who hit somebody, because that somebody is me.” Juno didn’t miss the way Nix’s eyes flashed dangerously at the reminder.

The officer eyes the dark and red bruise and looks up the steps at Kevin. He turns towards her sisters. “Is this the truth?” 

Both girls nod enthusiastically. “It is officer, we saw it all.” callie confirms.

Emra smiled mischievously, “I even recorded it!” Juno spins on Emra.

“You did?” Emra waves her phone around.

‘Duh. Two men were going at it where clothes may or may not find themselves removed, and sweaty glistening muscles was just too much temptation to not be prepared.” Emra was proud of herself. She hands the phone to the officer, leaning over she plays the video.

The officer watches intently then when he sees enough he uncuffs Nix.  The officer calls up the steps. “Ricky! Cuff that man! He can spend some time in a cell tonight.” The officer next to Kevin immediately cuffs him. Kevin spins on the officer with spewing hatred. 

“What the f**k, Man!?”

“Sorry about the mistake, Ma’am. Would you like to press charges?”

“No, I wouldn’t. But thank you.”

The officer walks away and joins his partner in escorting Kevin to the squad car. Pulling Nix to the side, Juno wanted a few minutes with Nix.

“Thank you.” Nix says sincerely. 

“Well I couldn’t just let you get in trouble for something you didn’t do. I’m sorry for everything.”

“Why must you apologize for someone being an asshole? There’s simply nothing to apologize for. Afterall, Angel’s don’t make mistakes, only the fallen. And you my dear, have not ‘fallen’ yet.” His smooth voice was comforting, and warmed her even in the chilly night. She realized she doesn’t even have a jacket. Knowing she should make this quick, Callie and Emra are standing off to the side waiting, grins on their faces like conniving witches.

His words were deep and hinted of some dark, carnal promise. Raising her lashes at him questioningly, his lips smirk knowingly. He was about to say something when Callie called out, jumping from one foot to the other, doing what she can to stave off the chill that’s running rampant in the night air.

“We should go, Juno.”

Juno laughs shyly. “Seems the old crones are calling my name. Maybe, I’ll see you around?” She flinched when she heard the hopefulness in her voice. She sounded like some obsessed teenager.

“Maybe…” With that Callie and Emra pulled her away. Soon they were back on the road heading home.

The car ride was quiet. The air in the car was filled with uncertainty, Juno nor her sisters knew what to make of what transpired tonight. Juno wasn’t even sure what actually happened. The only thing she does know is that everytime she closes her eyes, she sees him, Nix. Standing there with his sculpted arms held out, calling out for her in the darkness. She would run and jump into his strong waiting arms, knowing they would never drop or or let her fall. Twirling her around they would laugh as snow fell all around them. She’d sink her teeth into his neck, tugging the tight skin, then slowly lick the marks she’d leave behind. Like a cat, lapping at it’s milk.

“If those noises are coming from you then I suggest you soundproof your room. I honestly don’t want to hear you purring over there in the middle of the night!” Juno’s eyes flew open, her cheeks melting from the fire blossoming her face, Emra’s knowing smile reflecting back from the rear view mirror. Emra shakes her head laughing, Callie simply laughs as well. Juno was embarrassed but that embarrassment was short-lived because once again her mind drifted away towards the mountain of a man, Nix.

In the recess of Juno’s mind she heard a rattle. Blinking one eye open she peered out from under her lashes. A tree tapped against the window with the heavy winds. The early morning sun breaking through the blinds, red and white winged finches sit perched on a branch outside her window, singing a lovely melody. With a groan she tossed the blanket aside and sat up, rubbing the sleep away with the back of her fists, she looked around the room. It was her bedroom at her late Mother’s house. She noticed that she was still in her cocktail dress from yesterday, taking a whiff she could smell alcohol on her and a day old stench of sweat. Wrinkling her nose in distaste she grumbled as she ambled over to the bathroom in the hallway. On the second floor there was a single bathroom for three of the bedrooms to use, the master which was her Mother’s remains unused, but has its own master bath.

Juno grew up as a single child, her Mother, Dolores kaltia was a kind hearted spirit. She always had a smile on her face. Juno didn’t have a father figure in her life. Of course it was only later on that she learned of her Father, Derry Luthorio. When she was twelve she remembered a man coming to the house. Hearing the doorbell one summer, Juno rushed downstairs and opened the door and saw a strange, aging man. His glasses were huge, his smile of joy was equally huge, though a heavy mustache covered his lips. He was refined in the way he spoke and was very elegant. When her mother called out from the kitchen, Juno told her some strange man was at the door. When Mother poked her head out from a morning of baking cookies her face dropped. She stared at the man like she was staring at a ghost. 

Her voice quivered, “Derry? Is that you?” The man named Derry, stood straight, his eyes glistened when he eyed Juno’s mother.

“Dolores. It’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry it took so long to come back, and I honestly can’t stay long.” He says. Dolores comes rushing down the hall wiping flour off onto her apron and jumps into Derrys arms. Juno simply sat there holding the door completely flabber-gasted. 

“Mom?” Juno asked curiously. She watched the man with an untrusting eye. She’s never seen her mother with any man until now, and she’s acting like she knows him. Mom was being very uncharacteristic and it was almost unnerving.

“Oh, sorry honey.” Mom says as she pulls back and wipes her hands again on her apron like she didn’t know what to do with them. Mom looks at Derry then back to Juno, she looks torn for some reason.

“Honey, this is your father. Derry, your daughter, Juno.” That day changed her life completely. She was shocked to say the least, and at first she wasn’t happy, she was mad. Mad that she only found out at the age of twelve. What was she to do with that information? She wanted to be angry, but then she also saw how happy her mother was that she just couldn’t bring it  in her to be mad, or even cold. Instead she welcomed Derry with open arms but generally kept to herself for a bit. He stayed with them for a month and during that time Juno learned more about her father. He traveled the world, never living in one place too long. Juno didn’t understand, and even now she still doesn’t. What she did learn during his stay was that her Mother was madly in love with him. He provided everything for mom and her, made sure they’d never be without. 

Juno never saw her father again, but later after college she did a quick engine search and found out that she possibly had sisters. Of course she only had names to go on, but she searched and dug at the local library. She even ventured to meet them and even convinced them for a DNA test. To her surprise they were her sisters, different mothers of course, but still her sisters, Callie and Emra Dwayne.

They shared a similar story. A man named Derry came by one day when they were younger and just like Juno, that’s when they discovered they had a Father. Their mother never married and didn’t even bother after that. Just like Juno’s mother, Dolores, Emra and Callie’s mom had the same deep love for Derry. The three of them searched his name and found nothing in the system, no whereabouts, no way of contacting him, nothing. It was only a few years ago that Emra received a letter. The letter was postmarked years before and just suddenly showed up after being lost. In the letter attached Derry transcribed to them how he was a wandering spirit, he could never stay in one place and during his travels he fell in love with multiple women. Never at the same time he added, and some of those women had children. He pleaded, saying that other than Juno, Callie and Emra there are two more daughters of his out there. After that note, Juno, Callie and Emra did everything they could on finding the other two. Of course so many questions plagued their minds, like would they be happy? What would they think? They aren’t stupid in thinking everyone would have less of a problem with their father than they do. They took it rather diligently because it made their mother happy. But would that be the same for their two sisters who are out there somewhere? Would they even be happy knowing they had a bigger family? So many questions had them divided but they all knew that they wanted to find them, good or bad, it just felt like something they had to do. Given the fact that Juno was the one who found Callie and Emra, they appointed Juno as the leader of the trio.

Memories from long ago are written in the walls of the house, as well as the distant scent of Juno’s mother’s fresh baked cookies. Opening her eyes again she raised her arms to the headboard and stretched her toes below, her muscles stretching, her bones cracking with a  satisfying pop. Plopping her back into the pillow that was as soft as a cloud, she closed her eyes, not yet ready for another intrusive morning.

“Morning, beautiful.”

A voice echoed in her room, bolting upright, heart beating against her sternum, her eyes widened seeing Nix standing in the doorway. A smirk playing upon his lips, his torso bare with a linen torso covering his waist, water dripped from his hair. Juno tracked the rivulets traveling down his sculpted body with valley’s of hard flesh. Licking her dry lips she slowly pulled the blanket higher to her chest. Looking around the room she racked her brain for an answer on how Nix was in her bedroom.

“What are you doing here!?” Looking around the room again she searched for clues. Her cocktail dress was laying in a heap on the floor. Lifting the comforter she looked down at her bare torso, blushing crimson she pulled it back down stammering. Was this a dream because she remembered she had her cocktail dress on, but now it lies on the floor and she’s butt naked under the comforter. Her eyes fly up, Nix pads barefoot across the room towards the bed, the towel inched lower with each step revealing the well defined ‘v’ shape of his pelvis. He takes another step and the towel slips lower, her eyes kept drifting down wondering if she’s about to get a sneak peek.

His knee braces on the bed as he crawls towards her. Juno’s fingers twist deeper into the bunched handful of comforter by her chest and scooted back until her back hit the headboard. Her heart beat erratically as he crawled closer, his emerald eyes held her in their embrace. Reaching out his hand gently glided up the bottom of her foot, the feather light touch had her toes squirm. His fingers kneaded the arch of her foot, his knuckles dug into the heel of her foot causing her to moan softly at the sensation. 

Juno tried to speak but she couldn’t. She even tried to move away but found herself frozen. Leaning back on his haunches, he lifted her calf up and placed it on his shoulder, his fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She could feel herself dripping with need, her tongue lashed out across her dry lips as Nix dipped his head, his eyes focused on her belly.Pushing herself up on her elbows she tried to reach out and stop him, instead her fingers threaded through the soft locks of his dark walnut colored hair. His face was inches from her belly, lifting his eyes to hers they asked for permission, but Juno was unable to form words. His captivating eyes bore into hers with such fierceness her breath stuttered.

“Nix...What’s happening? Why are you here?” She croaked like a frog. 

His hand smoothed up the side of her hips, his thumb following the flare of her hip bone. The sensualness of his touch had her arching into him. “You wanted me here and so I am. You will remember this and nothing will be able to replace it.” 

“What do you mean?” Juno asks between breaths, Nix’s lips touch down over her belly button, she shivered in delight. His warm tongue circled her belly then crept high between her breasts to her collar. She felt an extreme flush flood her body, if she could combust she'd be exploding right about now. Sliding his hands under he lifted her pelvis off the mattress and he leveled himself with her wet core.

Nix’s eyes sparkle with lust. “Damn, you look delicious, decadent. I’m going to devour you and savor every last drop like the sweetest candy.” Licking his lips, his eyes lighting up like a holiday special, he stares in wonderment at her wet and aching c**t. Juno’s blood was thundering, her brain screamed at her saying that none of this was real, but her heart murdered that side of things and is completely on board with whatever this was.

His tongue lapped once against her c**t, her hips bucked when he flattened his tongue against her wet folds, applying more pressure. After a long sensuous lick he’d swirl his tongue around her budding c**t, then pulled it into his warm mouth suckling. Puckering his lips and pulling her c**t, her womb clenched in morris code for more. Her head fell back against the pillows and any resistance that remained scattered to the high winds.

Juno wrapped both her hands into his thick hair and held on as he devoured her, his tongue attacking her mercilessly. Licking her slit and suckling her c**t in a long arduous duet. She was soaked between her thighs, feet digging into the mattress for support, her toes curled when his strokes stopped then speared into her with precise control. Nix was taking it all, taking everything she had to offer and coming back for thirds and fourths. Her heavy panting filled the morning atmosphere, arousal hung heavy in the air.

“Ahhhh, god…” Eyes closed shut she saw stars, her moans were loud and free from restraint.

“With the things I have planned I doubt you’ll be thinking that later. Of course, it depends on whether you’ll be able to walk later.” She could feel his smile against her p***y.

Her walls started to stretch as he inserted one thick finger through her slit. It was just a finger but she can feel herself stretch to accommodate him, then slowly he added a second finger, a slight burn piggybacked the pleasure that exploded from her core. Pulling his fingers back he worked them slowly back and forth, using her wetness to coat his fingers making them glide easier. Picking up his tempo he fingered her core thoroughly, crooking his fingers with a come here motion, trappin her c**t into the haven of his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ahhhh!!” Toes curling into the sheets, her hands flew apart and slapped the mattress blindly reaching and grasping onto the sheets with a death grip.

Nix’s hair hung low covering his darkened eyes,  at the moment he resembled a rogue. His broad shoulders moving like rolling waves on the ocean, his muscles rippling with each shudder that ran through her. His mile wide shoulders and equally wide smile, tease her as he continues to work his magic and drag her closer to oblivion.

“Holy s**t!” She was falling and she couldn’t stop her descent. Tremors rampaged through her thighs and arms.

Nix’s grunts amidst her breathless moans, his only response as he continued to devour her. He became ravenous as her body unraveled like a ball of yarn. She could feel the thread of her orgasm being pulled. It was so close she could feel the huge wave building within her, waiting to crest the peak and drown her, but Nix was an expert in teasing. Keeping her constantly in a constant state of arousal, slowing when she needs it fast, quickening his pace when she fights for some semblance of control, only to have it disintegrate. Juno’s body spasmed, her muscles clenching, her thighs squeezing Nix’s as he finally rewards her with her orgasm as it comes crashing down pulling her under. Her body arched off the mattress and into Nix’s greedy mouth as he soaked and drank every bit of her. 

The waves of pleasure weren’t even close to receding as he leaned back on his heels, his abs standing out like jagged rocks on a mountain side, his pecs flexing every time he moved, begging her to touch him, and so she did. Reaching out with both hands she felt his skin burning under her palms, reveling in the strength coiling beneath the rock hard surface.

“Why are you so damn perfect.” She cooed, completely in awe. She’s seen plenty of naked men, but Nix was something else. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and his gentleness was a rare trait.  Men tend not to think so much into the woman and don’t seek out their pleasure, only their own.