Chapter 33 Jude
JUDE
“You need a baseball hat,” she whispers, her lips parted and pouty.
And perfect.
The puzzle hadn’t been much of a distraction tonight. Arden trying to keep her distance always sets me on edge. But then I watched her blush reading whatever was on her phone, her eyes widening with little smirks and smiles before she laughed.
And I got my opening.
Walking toward the entryway, I grab a hat that’s torn at the brim, one I’ve had a long time.
“Now what?” I ask, fitting it on my head and loving the way her chest rises and falls, her tits all but spilling out of the top of her shirt.
“You, um, dammit,” she huffs, grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall where there’s an open space.
“Okay, I stand like this with my back against the wall and I think you lean your hand next to my head. Then you spin your hat backward and”—she swallows hard, her eyes widening as she licks her lips—“kiss me.”
“Anything else?” I ask, pressing my hand against the wall.
“Nope.”
“And this is what’s got your little group chat all hot and bothered?”
“That and Grandad probably catching Ellison and Montana going at it like rabbits,” she rambles, the words breathy and rushed as her fingers try to grip the wall at her sides.
“Interesting,” I murmur, turning my hat backward and cupping the side of her face with my hand.
“Totally.”
It’s the last word either of us says before my mouth is on hers, my tongue stroking and caressing, pulling back enough to nip at her bottom lip before diving in again.
She moans, letting me swallow the sound as her hands dive under my shirt, her nails raking down my stomach as she arches into me.
“Success then?”
“Yes. But now I need you to make me come.”
“Here?”
“No, I need you all over me,” she begs. “I need to feel you everywhere.”
“You’re not kicking me out of bed tonight,” I growl, lifting her into my arms and carrying her down the hall. “One orgasm isn’t gonna cut it.”
“Stop being so damn bossy,” she hisses, ripping her shirt over her head the second I set her on the mattress before she shimmies out of the rest of her clothes. “Stop acting like you know things.”
“Oh, I know everything, Tennessee. You went from shy and flirty to ravenous and now you wanna fight so we’ll fight,” I tell her, shucking my clothes and pushing her back onto the bed.
“You’re so wound up over everything outside these four walls but you’re forgetting I’ll burn the world down to make it okay. ”
“Jude.” My name is a cry as I suck one nipple into my mouth, my fingers tweaking and pulling the other.
“We tried it your way and now it’s my turn.” Moving my way down her body, I lavish her tits with attention, my mouth gentling as I press kisses across her belly. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll take care of your mama’s attitude.”
“Stop that,” she scolds, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink.
“Why?” I grin, hiding my smile as I kiss the curve of her hip.
“It’s distracting.”
“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second,” I tell her, pressing two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and watching as her back bows off the bed. “You’re dripping for me, Tennessee. Ravenous.”
Flattening my tongue, I lick up her slit, spreading her wide with my fingers and completely exposing her to me.
Gorgeous.
“Right there.”
“Do I tell you how to do your job?” I taunt, pinching her clit lightly between my teeth before I relentlessly flick the sensitive nub with my tongue.
“My vagina is not your job.” She pants, grinding against my face as she threads her fingers through my hair.
“I beg to differ.”
“Just make me come.”
She’s desperate, and something inside me snaps.
Growling, I don’t tease her; she’s too wound up.
And exactly where I want her.
Thrashing.
Moaning.
Chasing her release to the very end.
With a sound that’s almost a sob, her orgasm detonates, her body convulsing as she lets go—lets me take control.
I love her like this—uninhibited and pliable, her thighs tightening around me, holding me in place.
But we’re not done yet.
Because I need this too.
I need the connection in a way I can’t explain, one that terrifies me and gives me hope in equal measure.
Extracting myself from between Arden’s legs, I crawl over her before dropping onto the bed next to her and rolling onto my back. She’s exquisite, her skin soft and her belly round, and I can’t get enough.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her lips curving up on one side as she inhales and exhales through her mouth.
“I can’t help it,” I admit softly.
Arden turns her head to stare at me for only a moment before pushing up on her elbow and leaning over to kiss me. It’s slow and sensual, the frenzy of earlier long gone as she licks into my mouth, taking control as she hooks her leg over my lap.
Nestling my dick between her thighs, she slides back and forth over my erection, her pussy slick from coming all over my face.
I groan, cupping her breasts as she presses the head of my cock against her opening, easing herself down at a pace that’s maddening and perfect all at the same time. Just like I knew what she needed before, she knows what I need now.
Every touch and caress seems to reaffirm that this thing between us is real—the version of us that’s separate from the baby, the one not struggling with any outside influences.
Just us.
It’s what I tell myself as she rides me, my hands gripping her hips as her tits sway. It’s the mantra in my head when she picks up the pace, impaling herself on my dick, as she watches me fight to hold on a little longer.
But I’m at her mercy, shattering as her pussy flutters around me, squeezing and pulsing until I’m thrusting up into her, gritting my teeth as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
The best.
Because it’s her.