15. Woody
WOODY
My head’s tipped back beneath the water, and I’m staring out of the open roof at the sky when her words hit me like a point-blank shot to the temple.
“You look like Sullivan Beaufort.”
I drop my face to meet her gaze. She stares at me, her brow creasing as she studies me.
My jaw clenches. “Who?”
“He’s an American billionaire. His family owns a huge diamond jewelry brand.”
“Sounds like a rich asshole.”
She steps closer, scanning my face in a way that makes every cell in my body freeze.
“He’s stupidly good-looking.” She stares at me, frowning.
“Why don’t you go and fuck him, then?” I say, turning my back on her and putting my face under the water.
“He just got engaged. And he has a daughter called Molly,” Jude continues.
I glance back at her and she’s folding her arms like she’s waiting for me to say something.
My gut churns. That adorable little girl at the wedding with dark curls and purple hands.
Molly.
I swallow and turn back around. “So he’s loaded, and his dick works. Good for him.”
“What’s the matter with you?” she snaps.
“Did you come here because you wanted to fuck, or because you wanted to talk to me about some guy from New York you read about?”
“I wanted to talk.”
I hold her eyes as I grab my shampoo and squeeze some into my palm.
“Then go find someone who likes to talk.”
She glares at me like she wants to slap me, and my dick twitches as I drop my gaze to her nipples in her bikini top.
At least they look happy to see me, always puckered so hard that I want to ask her if it’s painful.
They’re just begging to be sucked on. Why the hell did the only woman in years who gets my dick going have to be her? A nosy, troublemaking little thief?
I scrub at my hair, then move to wash my chest, rubbing the suds over it. She watches me the whole time, her lips parting with need.
I drop my hand to the waistband of my swim trunks and pull it down, taking my dick out with my other hand.
I keep my eyes on her face as I soap it up, running my hand over my piercings, then washing my balls.
She snaps her eyes back to my face like she’s even more pissed as I rinse my cock off and tuck it away again. Half of me is tempted to jerk off while I admire her feisty little pout and tight little nipples. But she looks like she might try and bite my dick off if I do.
“You look different,” she says.
She walks right up to me, stepping underneath the shower spray. She gazes up at my face, focusing on my eyes.
I stare back at her as she frowns in confusion. “You have blue eyes.”
“Do they look blue to you?”
She narrows hers, leaning a little closer. Her nipples press into my chest, and I let out a low growl as she reaches up and pushes my wet hair back from my forehead.
“Unless you want something, New York City, I’d get your ass out of my shower.”
She snorts without smiling, as though my words were intended to be funny.
“They were blue last night,” she says, still studying me like a goddamn bloodhound on a trail.
“They’re brown,” I state flatly. “But if you want to dream that they’re blue because that’s the color your ex had, then feel free. Live in the past.”
“His were gray,” she snaps.
Victory signals inside my chest as her scrutiny of me eases and her wrinkled brow indicates she’s questioning herself.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Shower,” I repeat with a menacing softness.
She leans a little closer and my dick thickens between us, making no secret of how badly I want to slam her up against the rickety back wall of the shower and bury myself deep inside her.
She reaches down and slides her hand inside my trunks, curling her hand around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan as she slowly strokes me to the tip, muttering something under her breath.
“What’s that?” I murmur, dropping my mouth to kiss her neck. I’ll forgive her questioning if she really has come here looking for a fuck.
Her skin is like silk against my mouth. Her pulse beats against my tongue as I lick her, trying to gather up her scent and taste it.
Jesus, I didn’t know how much I needed this.
How much I needed her to help me forget today.
How much that hundred thousand rand currently sitting in my backpack is searing into my skull, causing a headache that can only be eased by sliding inside her lovely little cunt and feeling it ripple around me.
“Jude,” I murmur. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
I slide my hands to her hips, pulling her against my cock.
She mutters something else under her breath as she rolls her hand down my throbbing dick.
“Come on,” I urge, getting ready to lift her into my arms and fuck her against the wall.
“Four,” she announces, dropping my dick like a stone.
“Four what?”
I reach for her, but she moves away, lifting a finger and waggling it at me.
“I didn’t come here for sex, Brown Eyes.” She gives me a condescending smile. “But it’s nice to answer one question, at least.”
“What?” I step toward her, but she’s already walking away, the same smile on her face.
“Four piercings,” she calls back. “Something you can’t lie about. Maybe you ought to sort that out. Looks kind of angry.” She points at my tented swim trunks where the head of my cock has pushed past the waistband like it’s trying to follow her.
I grind my teeth and shove it inside my trunks as she walks away, leaving me drooling at her ass in her bikini bottoms like a goddamn dog.
Agreeing to stay in Declan’s bungalow the other night might just be the second worst thing I’ve ever done in my life.