21. Amelia
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
amelia
God, why am I so hot?
That’s the first thought that pops into my head when I wake up. The second, did last night really happen? I try to stretch, but an arm is pinning me down and there’s a very large, very warm body spooning me, preventing me from rolling to my back.
Yup, it happened.
I replay the night in my head, expecting to feel regret, but all I find is contentment. Something I haven’t felt in years.
After I avoided Judd’s statement about me feeling something between us, he changed the subject, much to my relief. It’s not that I don’t feel something because I do. It just scares me that I do.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Judd mumbles into my neck.
I suck in a startled breath. “Jesus, I didn’t know you were awake.”
“You woke me up with all that thinking you’re doing,” he says, stretching. His morning wood poking me in the back.
“I did not,” I grumble, turning over to look at him. “How did you know I was thinking, anyway?”
He pulls me closer and tucks me into his chest, resting his chin on my head. “Because your body tenses up and your breathing changes.”
Shit, he’s right. The fact that he already knows that means he’s been paying attention to me more than I realized. And that he even noticed it to begin with? He cares.
“See, you’re doing it again.” His voice thick with sleep.
“Sorry,” I apologize, snuggling into him more.
Judd runs his hand up and down my naked back. “You have nothing to apologize for, Mills. Just know you can talk to me about anything, ok?”
I nod into his chest and feel him give me a kiss on my head. “Good. Now, I’m starving. It’s time for breakfast.”
Judd tips my chin up and kisses me roughly. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulls me on top of him without breaking the kiss. I grind my pussy against his already hard cock, making him growl.
“You. On my face. Now,” he demands, breaking the kiss.
“Um, what?”
“Sit on my face, Amelia.”
I’m sorry, do what now? No, there’s no way I am sitting on his face. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I’ll suffocate you, I’ll–”
A loud smack echoes through the room, and I gasp in shock. “Did you just spank me?” and do I like it?
He rubs the spot with his hand, soothing the sting. “Don’t make me spank you again, pretty girl. Be a good girl and sit on my face.”
Moving the pillows, Judd scoots down from the headboard and lifts an eyebrow at me. “Amelia.”
I scramble to my knees and look at Judd, trying to figure out how to do this and not kill him. “Just put your knee here,” he says, taking mercy on me and not punishing me for not moving fast enough and pointing to the spot by his face. “And straddle my face. Grab onto the headboard to steady yourself.”
I do as he says. Once I’m kneeling over his face, Judd wraps both arms around my thighs and spreads me open. “Mmm, already so wet for me,” he murmurs. “Widen your knees and lower yourself down.”
“But I’ll squish you,” I croak out, already liking the feel of this new position.
“You won’t Amelia, I promise. If I need you to get up, I’ll tap this leg twice like this, got it?” he says, tapping my right leg twice.
I nod. “Got it.” I spread my knees, lowering myself further onto Judd’s face.
“Good girl,” he mumbles into my pussy. His tongue sweeps out and gives me a long lick.
My hips involuntarily jerk forward, and I grind into his face. “Oh, oh my God.” Being spread open like this on top of someone’s face is not something I’ve experienced before.
Reaching up with his hands, Judd tweaks my nipples. Tightening my grip, I grind into his face again. He growls into my pussy, sending vibrations through me. “Keep riding my face baby,” he says, voice muffled, then goes back to his meal.
I rock into him again and again, quickly finding my rhythm. My orgasm builds quickly and his pressure on my clit increases. “Yes, Judd. Just like that,” I cry out.
Judd continues his assault on my clit as I chase my release. I can feel it building higher and higher. Judd reaches up again to tweak my nipples, sending me right over the edge. My thighs burn from kneeling like this, but the pain takes the back burner as pleasure rips through me. “Judd, I’m. I’m coming,” I tell him, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Judd doesn’t let up until my body is completely spent and I collapse onto the headboard.
“Holy fuck. I could wake up like that every morning,” I say, rolling onto my back.
Judd sits up and props himself up on an elbow looking at me with a devilish grin. “I’m sure we could arrange that, Shortcake.”
I grab a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He grabs it out of my hand and throws it to the floor, then gets to his knees and grabs one of my ankles, pulling me to him.
Right as he settles between my legs, we hear a muffled ‘woof’ outside my bedroom door.
Judd drops his forehead to mine. “Cock blocked by a dog.”
Laughing, I bring my hands to his face, loving the way his scruff feels against my palms. “I’m sorry, but he’s probably hungry and needs to go out.”
He nods and helps me up. I throw on a pair of leggings and Judd’s hoodie. My mouth goes dry when I look over at Judd in just his jeans. What is it about being barefoot in jeans that makes a man so damn sexy?
“Keep looking at me like that, Shortcake, and Bruno’s breakfast will turn into lunch,” Judd warns, stalking over to me. When he reaches me, he pushes my hair back from my face and grips my neck. Bending down, he gives me a kiss that quickly turns heavy. Bruno woofs at the door again, breaking us apart. “Okay, okay. We’re coming,” Judd grumbles.
I giggle and move past Judd to open the door. Bruno spins around excitedly, greeting me. I open the sliding door to my patio and Bruno darts out quickly, going over to where his potty area is and relieving himself. Tuning back to the living room, I leave the slider open so Bruno can come back in when he’s finished.
“He goes to the bathroom out there?” Judd asks, coming up behind me while I’m scooping out Bruno’s food.
“Yeah, I have a special area out there for him to go on.”
“Huh, I wondered how you took him outside all the time. Now it makes sense.”
I set Bruno’s food dish down and when I stand back up, Judd turns me around and wraps his arms around me. Inhaling his scent, I return the hug. Relishing in the warmth of his embrace.
My stomach decides this is the perfect moment to declare its hunger and rumbles loudly. Judd’s body shakes with a laugh, and he pulls back, looking down at me. “Hungry?”
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, chuckling.
“Just a hunch.”
I look at the clock on my stove and rub my eyes before looking at it again. “Holy shitballs. Does that say eight o’clock?” I ask, nodding to the stove.
“Yeah? Why? Are you late for something?”
I shake my head slowly. “No. It’s just. I never sleep this late. And if I do, it’s because I was up all night with panic attacks.” Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling as refreshed as I do.
“Do you get those a lot at night?”
I lift a shoulder. “Often enough I guess.”
“But you didn’t have any last night. Unless I slept through it?”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.” I give him a smirk. “Maybe all the exercise I got helped.” Or the six orgasms he gave me. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life. Once I had one, I wanted more. It was like I couldn’t get enough of Judd touching me, kissing me, tasting me. Judd gives me a smile, like he knows what I’m thinking.
My stomach growls again, but louder this time. Judd raises his eyebrows. “Let’s get you fed before your stomach starts eating itself.” He leans down, giving me a peck on the cheek before stepping back a few steps. “I’m going to run upstairs and change my clothes. I’ll meet you back down here in…ten minutes?”
I dip my head in a nod. “Where are we going?”
“Wherever you want, Shortcake.”
“Hazel’s?”
Judd chuckles. “If that’s what you want.”
“Yes, please. She has cranberry white chocolate scones right now that I’m obsessed with.”
“Can’t deny my girl a sweet treat after she was so good for me last night.”
“Hold up,” I say, trying to ignore the delicious shiver that ran through my body at his words. “Who said I was your girl?”
His chest rumbles with a laugh as he steps back into my space and grips my chin, tipping it up so I’m looking into his green eyes that I can’t seem to get enough of. “After what we did last night, there’s no way I’m letting anyone else claim you. You’re mine, I’m ruined for anyone else.” He closes the space between us, leaning down and taking my lips with his, giving me a deep, slow kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. So much more. But he ends the kiss, much too early for my liking. Pulling back, he says, “So if that doesn’t make you my girl, I don’t know what does.”
“Oh,” I whisper, reeling from Judd’s confession and soul searing kiss.
Dropping another kiss onto my lips, he turns and walks to the door. “Ten minutes, Shortcake,” he calls over his shoulder.
I nod as he closes the door, even though he can’t see me. Tracing my lips with a finger, I leave Bruno to finish his breakfast and head back into my room. It smells like Judd and sex, two things I never thought I’d be mixing together, but here we are and I realize I’m not upset about it. We may have started off not liking each other. Okay, I may have started off not liking him , but after unwillingly spending time with him, then willingly spending time with him, I’ve come to realize he’s not the person the media has always perceived him to be.
He’s more. So much more.
We get to the café just as the morning rush dies down. I only make it two steps in before I hear Hazel’s fake southern twang accost my ears from behind the counter. “Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. To what do I owe this absolute honor, Sugar?”
“Bite me, Hazel. Give me my coffee and four scones and no one gets hurt,” I tell her, taking my jacket off and placing it on the back of my chair before taking my seat at the counter. I would order a coffee for Judd, but I’m not sure what he likes.
“Four scones? Jeez, someone’s hungry. What did you do to work up such an appetite?” she asks, turning to make my coffee. “And where’s Bruno?”
The bell jingles above the door and we both turn to see Judd and Bruno walking in, answering Hazel’s question. I turn back to look at Hazel, who’s now giving me a questioning look.
“Don’t start,” I tell her.
“Oh, ho, ho, I fudging knew it!” she exclaims under her breath. Keeping her words PG for the customers that are strung throughout the café.
Running a hand down my face, I suppress a groan. I’m going to be hearing about this later. Most likely with Charlie joining us. There better be alcohol for that interrogation.
She gives me one last look before turning her attention to the man now standing behind me. “Judd, how lovely to see you here. And with my best friend at that. What can I get you?”
Judd hands Bruno’s leash off to me, giving me a peck on the cheek before taking a seat next to me, tucking his long legs under the counter. “Hazel, a pleasure. I’ll take a medium Americano please,” he says with a charming smirk.
“Coming right up,” she says, handing me my plate of scones, then my coffee before moving to make Judd’s order.
Judd eyes the scones and my drink before looking at me. “You’re going to get diabetes.”
I take a huge bite of my scone and moan in delight. “But they’re just so good,” I tell him around a mouthful of food, washing it down with my cold brew. “Try it.”
I hold my scone out to him. Instead of taking it from my hand, he leans forward and bites off a corner. His lips brushing against my fingers. Keeping his eyes on me as he chews, he hums quietly. The sound travels straight to my clit, making me clench my legs together. “Mmm, so sweet,” he whispers, his voice husky.
A throat clears and we both startle and look to see Hazel standing back in front of us with Judd’s drink. “One medium Americano,” she says, handing Judd the cup. “Can I get you two anything else? A room maybe?”
I break off a small piece of my scone and throw it at Hazel. “No, thank you. That will be enough, peanut gallery.”
Hazel chuckles, dodging the piece of pastry.
“Actually,” Judd says, looking at the menu behind Hazel. “Can we also get two cheddar, bacon, and egg breakfast sandwiches, please?” He turns to me. “You do like bacon, right?”
“Uh, yes? I already have my breakfast though,” I tell him, gesturing to the plate of scones.
He snorts and shakes his head. “If you’re going to ingest that much sugar, you at least need to consume some protein along with it.” Reaching for the plate of scones, he takes one for himself and places it on a napkin, then sets the rest on the other side of him.
“Ooh, ballsy, Davis. Taking Millie’s life blood from her,” Hazel says, placing the breakfast sandwiches in the toaster oven to warm them.
Judd leans forward and whispers into my ear, “If you eat your sandwich like a good girl, I’ll let you have the other one later and maybe this time I’ll be the one feeding you.”
Shivers race down my spine and my lady bits perk up at the suggestion.
My phone pings, interrupting the moment between us, and I grab it and unlock the screen, reading the text.
Hazel
*picture*
My head whips up to Hazel. “Hazel Ann, you little shit.”
Hazel just cackles and moves to the register to take another order.
Judd tips his head to my phone. “What’d she do?”
Turning my phone screen to face him, he takes it, looking at the picture Hazel secretly took of Judd and I. I’m holding the scone he took a bite of in my hand still, looking at him with pink tinged cheeks and hunger that food won’t satisfy. He’s looking back at me with the same look and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. My phone pings again in his hand and he reads it before barking out a laugh and handing my phone back to me.
Charlie
Amelia Marie. You have some splainin’ to do.
Charlie
*GIF of Ricky Ricardo*
Charlie
Hazel you owe me, I’ll gladly take my payment in sugary sweets and coffee.
Hazel
Deal
I look up from my phone to see Hazel grab our sandwiches out of the oven. “Why do you owe Charlie?”
Setting our food in front of us, Hazel wipes her hands on a towel and gives me a cheeky grin. “She won the bet.”
“What bet?”
Hazel sighs. “Remember the bet we made last week? Well, from the looks of it,” Hazel says, gesturing to me, “Charlie won.”
“How did you know that?”
She points around my face. “You’re glowing.” She leans across the counter and lowers her voice. “Plus, you have beard burn on your neck and chest.”
I gasp and pull my shirt open, looking down at it. Sure enough red, splotchy marks cover my chest. How did I not notice when I was getting dressed this morning?
Because he fucked you senseless.
I look at Judd, whose shoulders are shaking from laughter. Backhanding his arm I say, “You could have said something.”
“But then everyone couldn’t see that you’re mine.”
“Gah, why is it so hot when a guy gets all possessive?” Hazel asks, fanning herself.
I roll my eyes.
“Roll your eyes again, Shortcake, and see what happens,” Judd whispers into my ear before placing a kiss on my temple. “I’m going to the restroom. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he says, giving me a wink and leaving the counter.
I watch him walk away, his dark wash jeans clinging deliciously to his toned ass.
“Oh girl, you got it bad.”
I feel my cheeks redden and I grab my coffee, suddenly wishing there was alcohol in it.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Millie. Love looks good on you.”
I choke on my coffee mid swallow, spewing drops all over the counter in front of me. Once I’ve gathered myself and got my coughing under control, Hazel tosses me a wet rag to wipe up my mess. “When’s the last time you had your eyes checked, Haze? I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there,” I tell her, tossing back the rag.
“My eyes are just fine, girl. That fine specimen of a man is head over heels for you.”
“But we’re, we, we just started seeing each other. I mean, I think we’re seeing each other?” I shake my head, confused. “I don’t even know. He told me I ‘ruined him for anyone else.’ So, I guess that means we’re…together?”
Hazel leans on the counter with both arms. “Oh. girl. That definitely means you’re together.”
I hum in acknowledgement while I pick at my scone.
“Is that not a good thing?” Hazel asks, seemingly confused by my reaction.
I tip my head, still staring at my scone. “I don’t really know. You know how I am this time of the year. I just–” I blow out a breath. “I’m nervous? I guess? The closer it gets to the anniversary of my parents’ death, the more unraveled I feel.”
Hazel lays a hand over mine and I look up into her emerald-green eyes. “You know he would understand. He doesn’t strike me as the type of guy to not care, especially about something like that. Just talk to him, okay?”
I nod.
Hazel’s right. Judd has been nothing but caring since the beginning. He’d understand my struggles.
I make the decision to open up to him about my past. But not today. I don’t want to ruin a good day by bringing up heavy things.
“So, what are you two up to today?”
“That’s up to Amelia,” Judd says from behind me, making me jump.
“It is?” I stare at him, squeezing back into his spot, letting my eyes wander over the body that I had my hands all over last night. Well, hands, lips, tongue… A shiver runs up my spine and I have to squeeze my legs together to ease the sudden ache that’s appeared.
Judd takes a bite out of his breakfast sandwich and gives me a smirk, like he knows what’s going through my mind. “Got something in mind, Shortcake?”
I feel my cheeks flush and clear my throat. “I might have an idea or two.”
Hazel leans on the counter, dropping her voice. “Oh, please do tell. Inquiring minds want to know.”
“Shut up, Hazel,” I laugh, tossing my napkin at her.
She catches it before it hits her face and laughs. “I guess I can wait for girls’ night to hear all the things,” she says, giving me a wink.
Judd leans over and whispers into my ear, “I guess we need to give you a lot to talk about with the girls then, huh?”
My cheeks flame brighter, and I duck my head into my shoulder and whisper back, “I thought we did plenty of that last night…and this morning.”
Judd chuckles quietly. “Oh, Shortcake, I’m just warming up.”
My core clenches again as memories of last night flood my brain.
“Now be a good girl and finish your breakfast.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge.
Judd grips the back of my neck and pulls me forward until I’m an inch away from his mouth. “Then I’m just going to have to fuck that attitude out of you later.”
Before I can even respond, he takes my lips with his, giving me a slow, deep kiss. A kiss full of promises of what’s to come later. A kiss totally not appropriate for public. But I can’t bring myself to care because, for once, my brain is quiet, and my soul is at peace.