Chapter 32
32
[Genie]
A t some point during the day, I woke to find a glass of water and some Tylenol on the nightstand. Later, I found Judd napping beside me, holding my hand. I hated myself for the scene I’d made the night of my birthday—bursting into tears like a drunk sorority girl—and learning about my outburst from concerned texts from the women in Judd’s family. I also hate how I’d wasted a day away from Judd.
The day after my birthday hangover, a note on lined unicorn paper rests on my bedside table when I wake.
You are cordially invited to May fifteenth which celebrates:
World Stationery Day (yay for lined paper with unicorns)
National Bring Someone Flowers Day (please enter the kitchen)
National I Love My State Parks Week – get dressed for adventure
National (surprise to be revealed later) Day
National Chocolate Chip Day
I giggle at the idea that Judd has planned out a day that celebrates the novelty of the day. His love language must include quality time together, and I’m grateful for the action. At some point, we really need to talk but, apparently, today will not be that day.
His thoughtfulness astounds me. A surprise birthday party and now this.
Rushing to the kitchen like a child eager for Christmas morning, the largest bouquet I’ve ever seen rests on the island countertop. The floral collection contains white roses, light chrysanthemums, and lily of the valley plus green eucalyptus and something else green and feathery.
“Did you know lilies of the valley are the flower for the month of May?”
As I’m kneeling on a stool to sniff the flowers displayed in the large vase, I almost fall off it when Judd startles me with this information. I somehow missed him seated on the couch in an athletic shirt and loose-fitting hiking shorts. He looks delicious as ever, while he casually hitches his arm along the back of the couch.
Lilies of the valley are also known as forget-me-nots. I will never ever forget Judd and the incredible time we’ve had together.
I swivel on my knees, clutching his handwritten invitation to my chest. “What is all this?” He has already turned my birthday upside down, hosting a surprise party when I hadn’t even told him it was my birthday. He took a day that started sad and lonely into a family affair where I felt more love than I feel I deserve.
“You didn’t have a proper birthday.”
More birthday surprises? I’m nearly giddy, but still I ask, “Why May fifteenth?”
“Why not May fifteenth?” he teases, pressing himself up to stand next to the couch. “I spelled out all we’ll celebrate today.” He points to the invitation I’m still holding to my chest. “Let’s just celebrate a day.”
“Celebrate a day,” I whisper. “I like that.”
Judd steps around the couch, coming close enough he leans over me and grasps the back of the high back stool. “And I . . . like you.”
Judd’s smile forms against my mouth, and he kisses me, sweet and long, reminding me that we didn’t kiss yesterday. I missed his kisses, and I slowly came to the realization I don’t think I want to go a day without kissing him.
Couple goals . Kiss Judd every day.
When Judd pulls back, his eyes are heated. His gaze roams down my chin to my chest. I eventually showered yesterday and changed into my own pajamas which include a silky set with a thin-strapped tank top and shorts.
Judd runs a fingertip along my collarbone. “There’s room for addendums to the day, of course.” His voice lowers, turning husky and deep. “I only want to please you, Genie.”
I hum. “I can think of several ways that can be done.”
“Let’s start the day with breakfast.”
Assuming he means food, I deflate a little bit while definitely hungry for something healthy. Until I’m hoisted off the stool and into Judd’s arms, forcing me to wrap around him like a vine up a pole. I squeal as he takes a giant step over the back of his couch, while still holding onto me, and then we lower to the soft leather.
Judd shifts until he’s on top of me and his weight blankets me as he kisses me senseless. Moving down to my neck and over to my shoulder, his large hand covers my breasts over the silky material of my tank. He plucks at one pebbled nipple while tugging down the other side of my tank top to suck at my breast.
I arch my back, sighing at the rush of excitement his tongue causes while swirling around the peaked nub and flirting with me.
“I thought we were having breakfast,” I tease as Judd shoves my tank top up and lowers his head for my belly, sucking lazily at my skin.
“I am having breakfast.” His fingers curl into the waistband of my pajama shorts and with a swift tug, he has them down to my knees.
“Firefly,” he groans, instantly noting I am not wearing underwear.
With the pajama bottoms at my knees, I bend my legs, forcing the material to my ankles, and Judd lowers down my body. He lifts one leg and hitches my ankle against the back of the couch. My other leg is gently forced to the opposite side. I’m spread wide and Judd drinks me in with his eyes before he swipes over me with a thick lap.
“I’ll never have my fill of you.”
I feel the same way , and I gasp in response as he dives in. Teasing me with his tongue. Flicking me with his fingers. Quickly, I’m dripping, certain to be making a mess on the leather.
“We’re going to stain your couch,” I warn.
“You’ve already made your mark. On me.”
I exhale at his honesty, but I’m quickly distracted as Judd returns to his mission.
In no time, my hips are thrusting upward, and my head is tipping back. I clutch the edge of the couch cushions and let out an appreciative moan as I shatter against Judd’s mouth.
May fifteenth is starting out as a very good day.
Judd startles me when he hops up to his knees and hastily works at shoving down his shorts and boxer briefs. Before me, his dick is thick, long and proudly on display with an angry vein and seeping tip.
This is it . We’re going to start the day with him finally entering me, filling me whole, making us one.
Judd falls forward, catching himself with one hand beside my hip while the other fists his length. He tugs several times before dipping his lower half closer to mine.
“I want you to hold still, Genie.”
I nod as I chew my lip, wondering what he intends to do to me.
“I’m still not going to enter you.” His voice strains as he watches himself come closer to my center. “But I want to be close to you. Want to feel your wetness on me. I want you to soak my dick again.”
Sweet succulents . For half a second, I don’t know how he means that to happen other than climbing up my body for my mouth. But then, he lowers even more, lining up his thickness to press against my slick skin. Judd moves back and forth, dragging his heavy cock against sensitive folds and knocking at my tender nub like he did on my birthday, and my eyes roll back.
I move instinctively and Judd halts. His head lifts and his eyes catch on mine. I want him to enter me so badly I could cry.
“Not yet, baby. But soon. Let me have this today.”
I chew my lip again and nod, letting him lead as he moves against me. The weight of his cock. The firmness of it. The tease each time he rubs against that trigger point.
“Judd,” I whimper, feeling the build inside me again.
“Gonna come like this?” There’s shock in his voice as he moves his gaze from my face to where he presses against me. “Gonna come with my balls kissing your clit?”
“Oh God,” I groan while he drags himself higher, doing exactly what he said, before swiping his length down my seam again.
He grunts. “Petals after a rain shower.”
“You did this to me.” He’s the summer storm I hadn’t expected.
I clutch at his lower back, desperate for him to complete the deed. “Judd,” I groan again, in warning.
“Let go, Genie. Rain down on me.”
I’ve never been one to come on command, but I break apart as Judd catches his tip on my clit. My hips thrust upward, wanting more of him, but he’s quick to move.
Then he’s lying his length against me, and as I’m still reveling in the high of a release, I feel the pulse of him as he lets go on my lower belly. Hot and sticky, he marks me in a delicious way. Like the ink on his skin, he’s permanently etching himself on me.
Judd kisses me, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, which is a delicious connection to distract from the disappointment of him not slipping inside me in other ways.
Eventually, he pulls back and glances down at the mess he’s made. “Showering together?”
“Two birds, one bird bath?” I tease.
Judd’s mouth slowly curls, hitching higher on one side before the other follows. His full smile is simply spellbinding.
“Exactly.” He kisses me again, once and quick, and then presses upward, standing awkwardly with his shorts at his thighs. He helps me upright before tugging up his shorts but not latching them. Then he lifts me like he did the other night at the bar and carries me like his future bride to the shower.