48. Romy
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“ I need to get ready to go,” I muttered into the crook of Jude’s neck.
“Not yet,” Jude insisted, thrusting his sweatpants-clad boner against me.
“Jude.” I giggled at the mischievous glint in his eyes. The swelling had diminished substantially around his left eye, but it was still black and blue, tape still covering his stitches.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me still on top of the kitchen counter. We had barely finished breakfast before he pushed the plates aside and lifted me up. He ran his rough fingertips up the inside of my thigh before they could skim the hem of my sleep shorts. It tickled, making me suck in a breath.
“You’re lucky I’m not always jumping your bones in these tiny shorts. The fact that you don’t wear panties underneath is just asking for it.” His voice was still raspy with sleep. Sexy.
“Gotta let myself breath,” I explained.
Jude hummed, pressing kisses along my jaw, his hand inching closer. My walls clenched in anticipation.
“Let me help you air out some more, then,” he murmured against my pulse.
My eyes flicked to the clock on the stove. “I have an hour before I need to lead a trail ride.”
“Lina can lead one more without you.”
For the last two days since returning to Willows, we had been holed up in the house while Jude recovered from his fight. All we’d been doing was sleeping, bathing, eating, and despite his aches and pains—fucking. Well, it was mostly me climbing on top of him and riding him until we were both satiated. I hadn’t wanted him to do much of the lifting. It was a nice change of pace, being in charge in the bedroom and telling him what a good boy he was in staying still. Apparently, we’re still learning things about each other because I had no idea Jude had as much of a praise kink, as he loved doling it out.
He was still limping around, his thigh blacker and bluer than his eye, but alternating ice and heat was helping his recovery, not to mention the dozens of packs of supplements the man consumed regularly.
Chuck insisted he take it easy, but I could tell Jude was restless, itching to pull his weight around the ranch. Feeling bad that he was making Jude sit out, Chuck relented to the indoor arena’s renovation. Jude didn’t waste any time calling his architect and contractor to get the ball rolling.
Next, he said he wanted to build us a house. He already had a place in mind on the property, but he wouldn’t tell me—not until the plans were drawn up. It was worth letting him keep that secret, seeing the big grin on his face and the sparkle in his aqua eyes.
“She’s going to kill Reed if she has to go on one more trail ride with him,” I told him, cupping my hands on his stubbled jaw.
Jude groaned, gripping my hips to set me back down on my feet. I groaned, immediately regretting that I had to get back to work.
He rubbed his hips against me one more time. “Just so you know, you’re killing me.”
“Babe, I’ve already been on my knees for you this morning while you fucked my throat. Was that not enough for you?” I giggled, running my hand down his hardness.
He pouted. “Not nearly enough.”
It was the cutest pout I’d ever seen, and it made my heart gallop. I wanted nothing more than to go back to bed with him, but there was work to be done.
“I bet it wasn’t enough for you, either.” His fingers bit into my waist. He rolled his hips, his hardened cock pushing into my belly. “I bet if I put a hand in your shorts, it’d come away soaked. Are you wet for me, honey?”
God, he knew exactly how to break down my resolve. “Always.” My voice came out breathy with desire. Damn it. He got me.
His lip quirked, and his hands lifted my pajama shirt off before sliding his hand past my waistband. His fingers ran down my lower belly, causing me to inhale sharply. Achingly slow, he moved his hand. I hitched my knee, widening my stance to allow him access. Tantalizingly softly, he ran his fingers through my warm, throbbing center. I was already drenched. He spread my wetness, passing over my clit once and then twice before stroking gentle circles.
He leaned down. His mouth taking mine, his lips melding perfectly until he could suck and tug my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered against my lips. “You’ve been taking such good care of me. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“Okay, but we have to make it quick.” I was already close with the torturous circles he was rubbing. I just needed him inside me, and I’d explode.
“You need a fast fuck?”
He didn’t wait for my answer. He pulled his hand away from between my legs. I barely had time to whine before he spun me, pushing my chest down against the counter.
“ Jude ,” I breathed, grasping the cool surface and peeking over my shoulder.
He ran a possessive hand down my spine before hooking his fingers into my waistband.
“You better hold on, honey.”
Jude pulled my shorts down my thighs, his hands massaging the globes of my ass as he came back up before taking himself out of his sweatpants. He was already so thick and hard, a bead of precum glistened at the head as he pumped his cock in his hand. I licked my lips, remembering just how good he tasted.
“You already tasted me this morning. It’s my turn.” He knelt behind me.
“Jude, your knee.”
“Shh, honey. I want to taste you.”
My reply was cut off when Jude parted my cheeks, burying his face in my pussy to run his tongue down my slit. My breath caught.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” His voice vibrated against my core, making me want to press my thighs together, but Jude held me open with his strong grip.
His tongue thrust into me, and I bucked. It felt like a tease, a whisper of him penetrating me.
“Jude, please .”
“What.” Lick. “Do.” Tongue thrust. I was getting desperate for him. “You.” Lick. “Want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded, grinding against his face to ease the building tension.
“Mmm, that’s my dirty girl. You want both of your holes full of me today?” His mouth left me, and he rose to his feet. The cool air against my damp flesh sent goose bumps across my skin, despite the heat coursing through me. I splayed my hands on the countertop, my aroused and sensitive nipples pressed into the chilled quartz.
“Just one thing.” Jude leaned over, his dick brushing against my ass as he reached for something on the counter.
“ Jude ,” I whined.
“You’re already sweet, honey …” My breath caught when I felt something silky and cool drizzle across my ass and drip down between my cheeks. “But you’re about to become a whole lot sweeter.”
He held my hips steady, leaning down to run his tongue over my heated skin. I moaned with him when his tongue trailed down, swirling my tight hole.
“So fucking sweet.” His words came out a rumble, dancing across my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
He lapped up the honey before straightening behind me. His thumb massaged my tight, little rosebud while Jude lined up the head of his cock with my entrance.
“Take a deep breath, honey, because this will be anything but gentle.”
I was so ready for him. And in one thrust, he was buried deep while his thumb filled me. I moaned against my arm. So full. So incredibly full.
Jude gripped my hip, pulling me against him with each quick thrust. The kitchen filled with the sound of slapping flesh and our heady moans as he fucked me.
At this angle, bent over on the counter, he felt impossibly deep. Every ridge and vein of his cock rubbed against the walls of my core, the addition of his thumb intensifying the sensation.
“You feel so good,” I moaned.
With his other hand, he slapped my ass, sending a hot sting through my pussy. I clenched. I was so close already.
“I’m going to come, babe,” I told him. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He didn’t stop, only increasing his speed.
“Come for me. Make that pretty cunt soak my cock,” he encouraged.
He pumped in and out of my pussy as if he were running a race, pushing to the finish line. I could feel myself dripping down my leg. Everything was pulsing. My grip tightened on the counter. His thrusts became erratic and stilted. He was close.
“Fuck, honey,” he breathed, pumping into me. He continued to glide in and out, even while his cum filled me.
The pulse of his cock inside shot waves of pleasure through me. I rocked against him and his thumb. Wanting it all. Needing it all.
“ Jude! ” I howled, my walls gripping him so hard on my orgasm that he could do nothing but stay embedded inside me.
He groaned, collapsing on my back. Our chests heaved. He gently removed his thumb, caressing my sides while we came down from our climax. My pussy continued to throb around him, milking him. I could feel him twitch inside me, and I reached a hand around to grip his side, wanting nothing more than to keep him right there. Buried deep inside me. Forever.
“Now I don’t want to go,” I complained, my cheek still pressed to the cold counter.
Jude chuckled. “That was part of my plan all along.” His breath coasted through my hair.
“Jude.”
“You’re right. I don’t think we need any more murders on the ranch.”
“Jude!”
“What? Too soon?” The vibration of his laugh filtered through me.
“Yeah, too soon.”
Even though, when we returned home, we received word Hazel was being released on bail to Sanctuary Ranch so she could begin healing until her next court appearance.
He wrapped his arm around my middle, helping me stand up. My legs wobbled, my blood still rushing to my core while he slowly backed out of me. I bit back a whine in protest.
“You’re right. Let’s clean you up so you can go save Lina from Reed.” Jude went over to the sink, wetting a towel before tenderly wiping us both clean.
“I could be saving Reed from Lina.”
Jude winced. “That girl sure knows how to hold a grudge.”
I hummed in agreement, brushing my fingers through his soft hair.
“Ride out to our spot with me later?” he asked, pulling my shorts back up.
“I’m not sure you should be riding with your leg. Also, since when has it become our spot?” I smiled up at him.
“Since I made love to you in the dirt and watched you glow with the sunset.” He held my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. I could feel my heart melt all over for him. “Please, I have something I want to show you.”
His eyes pleaded with me. He looked at me with such love and affection. Damn, he was cute! It was so hard to say no to him. Not when I could so easily make him happy with one word.
“Fine.” I sighed. “But you’re elevating and icing that knee until then.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He dropped a peck on my nose and pulled me into one more embrace.
He buried his nose in my hair, and I inhaled his scent, memorizing it, hoping it would last on the trail until he could hold me again.
“You need to close your eyes,” Jude directed as he helped me off Winnie.
We had ridden out to the burn pile right when the sun was setting. The day had been blistering hot, and a forest fire burned south from us, causing the sunset to glow a vibrant orange through the haze. A warm breeze lifted the sweaty locks that had escaped my braid. I was tired from riding all day, but Jude looked so hopeful and excited—promising he’d been off his legs all day—that I easily caved.
“Don’t be a brat. Close your eyes,” he ordered when I hadn’t done it the first time.
“Fine.”
He took my hands, pulling me to walk with him. He walked backward while I stepped forward, my eyes springing open when my foot rolled on a rock.
“Don’t let me fall.”
“Never. Trust me. Close your eyes.”
I relented, shutting them. Because I did trust him not to let me fall. To pick me up if I stumbled.
He guided me as I took careful steps past the burn pile until I knew we were getting closer to the cliff where it overlooked the Deschutes toward the hills and valleys.
“Stand right here.” We paused in our steps. Jude’s hands went to my shoulders, positioning me where he wanted me to stand.
“Can I open my eyes?”
Jude dropped his hands from my arms, the light shifting beneath my lids as he stepped to the side.
“Okay. You can open your eyes.”
I opened them, staring at Jude. His eyes were bright and expectant, taking me in before flicking to the ground.
I lowered my gaze. There, on the ground, laid out flat, rocks holding down each corner, was a large, paper blueprint. It was an exterior drawing of a two-story house, wrapped by a covered porch and a pitched roof with large, triangular windows.
“What’s this?”
“Our home,” he said, his voice thick with emotion and maybe a little fear.
With a worried lip, he flipped his hat backward. He was nervous about this surprise. Unsure if it would scare me, if it would be too much, make me retreat, like I was in the habit of doing.
I didn’t blame him for being afraid. I had put it there. I wanted nothing more than to drown that fear. To flood him with my love until he believed, to his very core, that he was worthy of it. To prove to him that I was no longer dodging what we had. I would never run again.
“Jude, I … I think it’s perfect,” I told him, beaming up at him. My heart pounded.
“Yeah?” His face broke out in a smile.
“Yeah. Where are we going to build it?”
“Right here. Where we can watch the sunset, and I can watch you glow.”
“Oh, babe, it’s absolutely perfect.” Tears welled up in my eyes and stung my nose.
Jude stepped into me, cupping my face.
“It’s perfect,” I repeated on a whisper.
“You’re perfect. I just love you so much, honey.”
I closed my eyes. His nose brushed along mine, inching toward my mouth. I tipped my head, offering myself to him. Letting him capture my lips with his.
And I let him catch me.