Chapter 27 – Jude
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JUDE
On the list of people who I’d want to catch me in bed with Mabel, Mama D was the absolute last person on the list. The very bottom, tiniest print possible.
Honest to god, I’d’ve rather my own mother and Leeson walk in on me bucking into Mabel like my life depended on it rather than Mama D have even an inkling of what the two of us had been doing just minutes earlier.
Mabel hissed as she jumped off the bed, searching the floor for clothes that weren’t there.
“Oh my god, oh my god! The bathroom, oh my god.” It’s clear she’s spiraling, the complete opposite to me, completely frozen in shock. “I’ll do my best to distract them. Keep them upstairs so you can get to your room.”
I have no words to respond, all I can offer is a slow blink as she yanks clothes on. She is a flurry of chaotic energy and I’m still fucking frozen.
Absolutely dumb-founded at this terrible turn of events.
And then she’s gone, I hear her call out that she’s downstairs but the words quickly become muted once everyone stops screaming.
The quiet finally rattles my brain back online.
I jump off the bed like a cat seeing a cucumber, frantic energy pulsing through my veins.
I’m absolutely not sneaking back into my room with my family jewels on display for all to see.
I absolutely trust Mabel to keep the area clear but I can’t take any chances. My gaze darting around the room, I can feel my hands starting to shake with all the adrenaline. Damnit, I’ll have to take one of the pillows stacked on the bed.
I’ll swap one of the pillows on my bed with the newly appointed junk cover later.
No time to think about Mabel resting her face on my thighs using my dick as a pillow. I’m in an emergency situation right now.
I’m very happy that I chose a room close to Mabel’s because running my pale ass down the hallway is a mad dash of embarrassment but I make it without incident.
I toss the pillow onto my bed. My mind is racing with what kind of excuse I can come up with that would explain why I didn’t respond when Mama D called out for us.
First off, I need to get dressed. I opt for sweats and a t-shirt.
Maybe I can pretend like I was napping and that’s why it took me so long to get up and join the party.
I was typically too busy to nap, hopefully Mama D would accept the fact that I was in actual vacation mode.
Mind made up, I get to work setting the stage like someone was going to come down to my room and inspect my bed for evidence of my relaxation.
You honestly never know with Mama D.
My hair was doing a great impression of nap hair, I felt comfortable enough to head upstairs and act like nothing untoward had happened between me and Mabel. I prayed that Mabel was able to hide our discarded clothes or had some type of excuse that she’d be able to mentally project into my brain.
I could hear more voices than Mama D and Mabel’s as I ascended to the main level of the cabin.
“There he is! Jude the dude in the flesh!” Patrick’s jovial introduction called everyone’s attention to me.
I didn’t have to fake my blush as I raised my hand in the world’s most awkward wave which evolved into rubbing the back of my neck.
“Judey baby, get over here. We brought dinner.” Mama D calls out.
I step into the kitchen area, unsure if it’s more suspicious to try and find Mabel in the room, or just keep my focus on everything but her.
I finally came to the decision that it would be more likely to catch someone’s attention if I acted out of character.
They all knew I was looking out for Mabel anytime I entered a room.
Patrick is helping Mama D unload the bags of food at the kitchen island. Elle and Lola are at the kitchen table chatting in low voices. Mabel is nowhere to be seen.
“Can I help?” I ask as I make my way to the rest of the group.
“No, Judey, why don’t you grab a plate and start dishing up.”
I nod and take the proffered plate. As I start to add to my plate, the door to the bedroom on the main level swings open.
Mabel’s cheeks are pink and I can see a bundle of fabric in her arms. “I’ll run these downstairs and then be back up to eat.
” Her words are rushed and she’s gone before anyone can add their comments.
Patrick’s showing off his past job skills, balancing two plates and loading them up, right behind me.
“After we eat, if Paul hasn’t arrived yet you’ll get the pick of the rooms.” Patrick’s talking to Lola and she offers him a playful eyeroll.
“Yeah, third place pick. I’m regretting giving the loft up right about now.
” Patrick joins the three of us at the table, placing one of his plates in front of Elle, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“I’m not a sore loser but you have to admit, you won in more ways than one.” Patrick chuckles, wrapping his around Elle’s waist and pulling her closer. “I’m definitely the winner.” Elle’s cheeks turn a slight pink but there are tiny hearts in her eyes as she looks at her fiance.
Everyone knows the story of how Lola had to bribe Elle with the coveted cabin loft to get her to agree to sharing an office with Patrick when he first started working at the Farm. Sharing an office was the catalyst to them falling in love.
It’s a cute story.
Mama D sits down at the table. “I’m the winner, getting to spend time with all of you this weekend. Lola, go get some food.”
Mabel returns and beelines to her younger sister and the food. Our eyes meet briefly and Mabel offers me a quick wink before turning her attention back to Lola.
I drop my eyes to my plate and focus on my food while the family teases each other. I’m still not wholly convinced that this afternoon actually happened but it calms my racing heart to earn that small look of warmth from Mabel.