Alive at Night (Wildflower, #1)

by Amelie Rhys

“You don’t need to do that overprotective thing w...

“You have five sisters you can do that for, but I’m ...

“Trust me.” He tossed his head back with a laugh that stung because of its implication. Then he looked down at me, lowering his voice. ...

She just felt so good. Her weight was delicious, the perfect blanket for a chilly morning, and I tucked my head deeper into the crook of her neck. If I’d tasted her last night, then it wasn’t enough. Because hunger unraveled deep in my gut, a want I wasn’t prepared for. I let my lips brush soft skin as I nuzzled deeper into hair that smelled like— My eyes flew open. Roses. Her hair smelled like fucking roses, and it was the same smell that invaded my office every Monday through Friday. Juniper was in my bed. Juniper was in my bed, and I was tangled in her. Juniper was in my bed, and she’d just gasped delightfully at the hint of a kiss—a kiss, for fuck’s sake—that I brushed along the curve of her neck.

I’d remember sex with Juniper St. James.

Even though this erection hadn’t started as something meant for Juniper, it sure was appreciating the fuck out of her now.

she still wore her Halloween costume, and her shirt was bunched beneath my bare chest. And then my skin brushed her skin. Heat on heat. But it wasn’t nearly as mind-boggling as when my erection fell between her legs as she settled in her new position. She gasped. And there it was—that expression my cock had wanted to see. Juniper wiggled again, but I grabbed her hip with one hand.

“Stop,” I rasped. “You can’t—just stop.”

“Yeah, someone put shitty pads on them the last time she took it into the shop.” “I see.” That note in Gemma’s voice, I didn’t like it. Especially when she continued. And brought up Noah. “And I take it you’re pissed that she’s hanging out with Noah?” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from replying too quickly. “Who said I was pissed?” Gemma snorted. “Your face.” “I’m gonna make you walk home,”

“You won’t,” Gemma said proudly. She was right. I wouldn’t.

don’t get you,” Cameron said, ignoring me. “If it bothers you so much, why’d you set them up?” “It doesn’t bother me,” I grunted, knowing Cameron would see right through that lie. “I’ve never known you to be a bullshitter, Briggs.” Yep, that reply checked out.

let you believe that for now.” He leaned in closer, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “But that denial will keep biting you in the ass if you don’t do something about it.” He made it sound easy. Like the fight within me was something that could be easily tossed aside. But he didn’t know the half of it. He didn’t understand the number of years she’d made me suffer. “It’s not too late,” he added beneath his breath, seeming to sense the battle going on in my head. It’s not too late.

“I liked her, but…” He never did finish his sentence.

“You think he’s mad at you?” “He’s always mad at me.” With a slow nod, Noah shoved his hands into his pockets. The bar had grown stuffy and warm, and Noah’s sleeves were now pushed up, highlighting the tattoos covering his forearms. “Okay,” he said, drawing out the word, “but why do you think he’s mad at you this time?” Wasn’t it obvious? “He thinks I’m stealing his friends. Just like I stole his sisters.”

“You think—”

“I don’t know about that, Juniper....

“He’ll definitely make some comment about it tomorro...

“We don’t just work together,” I corrected. “We share an office.” Noah’s lips curved even further, his grin a reminder of how handsome he was—in and out of his jersey. “Like I said…fate.”

“For the record, Juniper.” His voice was soft. “I would kiss you if I knew it wouldn’t cause problems with your coworker.” “Oh, I—” He put a finger to my lips. “Trust me on this one. Okay?” All I could really do was whisper in reply.

“Why not?” I shook my head. “Something to do with his football schedule.” Julian’s frown deepened. “When’s the wedding again?”

take you.” Silence followed, broken only by my heart, which felt like it was hammering loud enough for the entire office building to hear. No. He couldn’t have said that. Julian volunteering to spend time with me? No. “What?”

“Noah was going to go with you to fucking New York? For the whole weekend?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Goddamn, Daisy.” The first nickname of the day, and I didn’t even understand what it meant.

don’t have to come with me. I don’t even think I’m going to go anymore, so—” “If you want to go, you’re going.”

I’ll go with you. If I’d known I was setting you up to spend an entire weekend away with a guy who you’ve just met, I wouldn’t have done it.” “Oh, I—”

“We’ve already had some practice pretending. What’s a little more?” A lot more. Did he not realize that it was going to be

“Then stop shrinking away from me and come over here.” He raised a brow. “I won’t bite.”

“You don’t bite, but you do smell.” Julian’s lips twitched. “Am I the only one who’s required to be nice in this fake relationship?” “Yep, pretty much,” I said, giving him a satisfied nod. “I think I’ll still survive.” At least that made one of us.

After sliding off my desk, I warily closed the distance between Julian and me, trying to ignore the odd, encouraging smile he flashed me. And once my face was in the perfect position to stare straight at Julian’s neck and his bobbing Adam’s apple, Julian closed his arms around me. A hand settled on the base of my spine. The feeling of it burned through my dress, but pleasantly so. I could do this. I could handle this.

But then Julian began trailing his fingers up the length of my spine like he was tickling keys on a piano, and I immediately changed my mind. “Relax, Daisy.”

“When we go to New York, I’m going to make sure you get plenty of sleep.” His voice was husky. It had a soothing quality I didn’t ever imagine possible.

don’t need you to tuck me into bed, Julian.” “Someone clearly does.” “Should I have asked Noah to do it last night?” “Absolutely fucking not,” Julian snapped, his tone low—so low that something burned inside me. “Noted.” “You’re tense again,”

“Does the thought of a good night’s sleep freak you out that much?” “Of course not.” It had nothing to do with sleep.

I couldn’t shake the itch to touch her. I couldn’t stop thinking of how it had felt to have her beneath the sheets. Christ, I thought about her more than any man should think about a woman who was his coworker and sister’s best friend. And it was damn annoying, honestly.

She looked from me to the open car door pointedly, chewing on her lip in a way that made it nearly impossible not to stare at her mouth and those soft lips. Shit. “Get in the fucking car, Juniper,” I growled.

“What’s what called?” “Your perfume.” “Bloom. Why?” “I’m going to buy out their entire stock so you can’t torture me with it anymore.” “I regret saying that you were being too nice.” She sniffed, pursing her lips. “Why did you even volunteer to be my date?” “Because I didn’t want anyone else to.”

“You mean any of your other friends, right?” When I failed to answer that question, she added, “I think you’re just afraid they’re going to get to know me and realize they like me better than you.” “No, Rosie,” I grunted. “That’s not it.” “No? Then maybe I should have asked Cameron.” She paused. “Although the professional boundaries would have been a definite concern.”

“Professional boundaries? We share an office. And here I am.”

“Georgia leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I sat back on my knees, taking in her glistening pussy, wet and waiting for me. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she looked at me with those eyes—” “Shit, shit, shit,” Juni muttered as she fumbled with her phone. “That was not what I—” “By all means,”

“don’t turn it off on my account.” “I’m trying—ah, there.”

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think you should let the scene finish. Ya know, to give me a better idea.” “A better idea?” “Of what my fake girlfriend likes.” “Oh.” Juni shifted in her seat. “Well, as you can tell, I mostly read romance books. I’m not sure we need to listen to the rest of the scene

to explain that.”

wasn’t talking about books, Lily.”

quick intake of breath and felt a simultaneous slap on my arm. “Julian!” “This is your mistake, honestly. You blasted an explicit sex scene in my car,”

“We could go back to the conversation about impressing your f...

“As your girlfriend, how satisfied would you say I am?” she questioned, stirring up heat within me. “I need to know how to act.” I adjusted my grip on the steering wheel, wishing I could do something else with my hands. “You’re more than fucking satisfied.”

myself from saying anything I’d regret. “Well.” Her voice was forcefully light. “That’s an awfully bold statement without any pro—” “Don’t ask for proof unless you’re ready to get it, Juniper.”

car was stiflingly hot. “You could have proven it to me on Halloween,” she said quietly, a low murmur beneath her breath. But I heard it loud and clear. “There was a moment when I wondered if you were going to.”

endings feel like they were about to explode. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about Halloween,” I said, matching her tone. Juni twisted to look out the window, avoiding my attempts to capture her gaze. “You’re right.” This weekend would absolutely destroy me.

“What’s this one about?” I nodded toward her phone. Juni smiled brightly. And then she told me all about it.

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