24. Judd
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
judd
Kessler
Checking in fuckers. Everyone is coming for Thanksgiving right? Mom wants an estimated headcount even though we all know she’ll make more than enough anyway.
Reese
Wouldn’t miss it.
Brent
I’ll be there. We’re doing Thanksgiving early since Lexi is due on Thanksgiving.
Garrett
I don’t know.
Kessler
Yes you will. Mom will come over and drag you to her house by your ear if she has to.
Me
:::face with tears of joy::: Like she did when you guys were 12 and decided it would be a good idea to jump in the pond during the dead of winter to see who could stand the cold longer.
Garrett
I couldn’t feel my balls for a week. But I won. It was worth it.
Kessler
You did not win. We both got out at the same time.
Garrett
Nope. I was the last one to touch the water.
Kessler
Bullshit.
Garrett
Wanna re-match?
Kessler
Oh it’s on Seal boy.
Me
Jesus, mom should have let you both stay in there.
Garrett
Fine. I’ll be there.
Me
I’m sure Kara will be delighted to see you there.
Garrett
Don’t make me throw you in the pond.
Me
I’m not scared of you.
Kessler
You should be.
Reese
You should be.
Brent
I am.
Garrett
What they said.
“What’s so funny?” Amelia’s sleepy voice asks.
“Just texting the guys about Thanksgiving and giving Garrett shit,” I tell her, setting my phone on my nightstand and spooning her from behind.
She sighs and snuggles further into my body. “Always the troublemaker.”
“Me? Never,” I say, kissing a path from her neck down to her shoulder. Another sigh escapes her, and she arches her back, rubbing her ass along my already hard cock. “You like that?” I ask, biting the spot on her neck I know drives her crazy.
“Yes,” she says with a breathy moan.
I rock my hips into her, my cock gliding between her naked thighs. “Are you already wet for me, Shortcake?”
Amelia reaches back and hooks an arm behind my neck, rocking back against me. Sending my cock between her slick pussy.
“You’re such a good little slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
Nodding her head, Amelia whimpers when I push forward again, rubbing the head of my throbbing cock against her clit.
“Judd,” she cries, voice pleading.
Moving my hand from her hip, I reach up and tweak her nipple. “I know, baby,” I tell her when she cries out again. “This is going to be hard and fast.”
She pushes her ass against me again and lifts her leg, inviting me in. In one swift thrust, I’m buried inside of her, both of us releasing satisfied moans.
My hand moves from her breast to her neck, gripping her firm, but not hard enough to choke her.
“Yes,” she hisses, matching my thrusts.
“Such a greedy fucking girl, aren’t you?”
A sheen of sweat quickly covers my body and the sound of our bodies joining together fills the room. Amelia’s moans get louder the closer her orgasm gets. I pull out suddenly and get on my knees, flipping her onto her stomach.
Amelia lets out a surprise gasp, but quickly gets to her knees. I sink back into her, gripping her hips with both hands and driving into her hard and fast. The base of my spine starts to tingle, and I know I won’t last too much longer like this. Her pussy starts to flutter around my shaft, telling me she’s close, too.
“I’m close, Mills,” I grunt out, trying to last long enough to get her there. “Reach down and rub your clit.”
Amelia reaches down and touches herself, making her walls clamp down harder around me.
“Judd,” she whimpers into the pillow.
“Come for me, Amelia. Give me what I want.”
Amelia’s whole body shudders, and a loud moan escapes from her lips. I thrust into her two more times before my own powerful orgasm follows. “Fuck, Amelia. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
We ride out the last waves of our orgasm before both collapsing back onto my bed to catch our breath.
Amelia rolls over, snuggling into my chest. I reach down and pull the sheet over us to ward off the chill as our bodies cool, then tip her chin up. “Good morning,” I say, placing a kiss on her lips.
She pushes against my chest, protesting. “Judd, my morning breath.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, Mills? I don’t care. Now, let me kiss my girlfriend good morning.” I lean down again and seal my lips around hers, giving her a long, slow kiss. When I finally pull back, she’s breathless. “Good morning.”
“I could wake up like that every day,” she says with a giggle, tucking her head back under my chin.
She’s said that every morning she’s woken up next to me for the past four days and every morning I have to keep myself from asking her to move in with me. I’ve never asked a girl to move in with me, but I’ve never been as serious about someone as I am about Amelia. I know I’m moving fast, but it feels right. I just need to keep my feelings at bay until she’s ready to hear them. The last thing I want to do is scare her away.
“Me too, Shortcake.”
Her fingers trace a path over my tattoos on my right arm. The light touch sends goosebumps up my arm. “Can I ask you something?” Amelia says quietly.
My heart speeds up, but I try to keep my body relaxed. “Of course, Mills. You can ask me anything.”
“It’s nothing, really. I just noticed that since we’ve met. You always call me Amelia, or Shortcake.” She pauses. Her finger traces faster over one of my tattoos. “Or Mills.” There’s a sadness in her voice on the last name. “But never Millie. I guess I’m just curious as to why? Everyone calls me Millie.”
I pull back and reach under her chin, tipping it up so I can look into her eyes. “Because you’re Millie to everyone else. To me, you’re my Amelia, my Shortcake, my Mills. And I don’t want to be just everyone to you. I want to be someone to you.”
The one. I think to myself.
Her eyes widen and her breath hitches. “Why?” she asks, like she can’t believe anyone would choose her.
“I think you know why, Mills. But we don’t have to talk about that yet. Let’s just spend time together and see where it takes us, okay?”
Her eyes flick down, and she pulls the corner of her lip into her mouth, worrying it with her teeth. My thumb pulls her lips out from between her teeth, and I trace over it, soothing the redness that’s already there. “I mean it, Amelia. We will go at your pace. Whatever that looks like.”
She nods her head, and I pull her back into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly. “What’s on your agenda for today? Besides the library and interview this afternoon.”
“I’m actually going to squeeze some writing in today after I shower. I’m finally feeling good about where I’m at with the story.” She picks her head up and looks at me, resting her chin on her hand that’s on my chest. “What about you?”
“Taking a shower with you and finishing the last few chapters of the book I’ve been reading.”
“Who said I was showering here?” she teases, giving me a smirk.
I swat her ass, making her yelp. “I did. Now get in the shower, woman.”
I’m about to throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bathroom when we hear a ‘woof’ behind the closed bedroom door.
I drop my head and laugh. “Cock blocked again. Go get in the shower. I’ll join you after I’m done taking Bruno out and feeding him.”
She presses a kiss to my lips then, gets out of bed and walks naked to my bathroom. Pausing at the entrance, she looks back at me over her shoulder and says, “Don’t take too long, or I’ll have to take care of myself.” Then gives me a wink before sashaying her hips the rest of the way through the door.