Chapter 4
chapter
four
Emory
Last night, after, Jude helped me hook my van up under his rather large metal structure, I filmed a short video.
Originally, I had intended to go to the local grocery store as soon as I hit town. That’s part of my regular routine. But the tire issue changed that plan. Instead, I ended up on this stranger’s property.
Granted, by the end of the night he didn’t much feel like a stranger. I wasn’t too keen on examining why it felt like that. We’d bickered like we’d known each other for years. I’ve never had that kind of instant connection with anyone.
Except Rosie, but I’m not sure that counts.
His sister, Sofia, had suggested I just stay in their house because they had plenty of room. But I declined. I’ve had strangers invite me to dinner, but never to stay with them.
So far the two members of the Winslow family that I’ve met are a rare breed. At least in my experience. It’s not that I’ve never been around welcoming and kind people. Most of my traveling has been in the south and Southerners tend to be a friendly bunch. But there’s a big difference between being a ‘wave and how ya doing’ kind of nice and a let me put everything in my life on hold to lend you a hand.
Jude seems like he’s definitely of the latter.
I wake to feel the distinct press of a hard dick against my ass and instinctively I push back against it.
The man groans, sliding his palm up to grab my tit. My nipple gets so hard, it’s nearly painful. Somehow, I instinctively know it’s Jude behind me.
His warm lips brush against the back of my neck. I moan and arch my to give him greater access. Then he’s nipping and sucking along my sensitive skin.
I roll over to face him, his light eyes are darker with the heat of his desire. He cups my cheek, then tilts my face until our lips brush. One touch of his mouth and it’s like I've never been kissed before. The press of his soft lips, the warmth of his breath, the luxurious and sexy swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tight as I slant my mouth and kiss him back.
Our tongues meet and our kiss is wet and hot and dirty. He moves so that he's on top of me and I widen my thighs to make room for his body. I love how his weight presses me into the bed.
He leans up for a moment and watches my face; then he smiles down at me. With that one smile it’s like he’s making a thousand different promises about our future together. In that moment, I know that I belong to this man. And he belongs to me. He is my home.
I bring one leg up against his hip, opening myself to him. His cock presses against my slick opening. He rocks himself through my wetness. He falls into a rhythm where he moves across my entrance to rub at my clit. Over and over he does this. All while we’re kissing.
It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and he’s not even inside me.
“Emory,” he whispers my name right by my ear. “Be a good girl and come for me. Get my dick sloppy by coming all over it.”
Just like his words commanded it, my body shatters.
I wake myself up by screaming. I sit up in my bed and scratch Rosie’s head. She’s looking up at me confused.
“Well, that’s a first,” I tell her. “Never had a sex dream about someone I know, let alone someone I just met hours ago.
I blow out a breath, trying to ignore the needy thump, thump, thump in my clit. I might have climaxed in my dream, but it did not translate to real life.
I lay back down, forcing my eyes closed and clamping my thighs together. I will not masturbate to a man I just met.
Jude called out of work the next day to take me grocery shopping. Then he drove me by his garage where he ordered my replacement tire—and a new spare—that he insisted on paying for.
Had I not been cataloging all of his finer features at the time, I would have noticed earlier and put a stop to it. Instead, I’d been staring at his tall, broad, and muscular frame. I actually thought that men who looked like that only lived on the cover of romance novels.
I’d been so tempted to poke at his bicep that was really testing the limits of his t-shirt to see if it was as hard as it looked. The black ink decorating both of his arms also extended onto the backs of his hands and up his neck.
The way he looks and that sex dream last night means I need to get out of this town as soon as possible. This man is dangerous.