Chapter 25
JUDE
The next morning, I wake up with my dick so hard it hurts. It’s not just regular morning wood, either. I was dreaming about Nora—and yanked my hair before anything could get good. It feels weird, dreaming about her now. I want her to be a part of it.
But I know my dick feels deprived, too, because last night she didn’t come over, after I spent all day fantasizing about what we’d get up to.
But that wasn’t all I was feeling yesterday, and that’s carried over to today too. This weird heaviness in my chest when I think about her after I’m gone, back in London on her own.
Maybe curled up against someone else the way she was with me the other night. Some other guy tangling their hand in her silky red hair.
My dick starts to deflate, finally.
When I picked Cap and Farrah up from dinner last night, my boy asked if he could stay over with me. I met Farrah’s eye in the rearview. Did she make a date with Gerrard or something? But Cap turned to her and apologized.
“I think Dad might get lonely when we’re gone, and I…” He looked up at me in the rearview. “I’m not used to being away from him so much.”
My whole chest ached at that. How could I say no?
When we got back to the hotel, he immediately banged on Nora’s door, filling her in on his “sleepover” with me and begging her to play attack checkers with us.
It was a bit like old times, only that heaviness grew wider, setting a dark cloud over me that wasn’t unlike the one that had formed when we were back in Quince Valley that day Farrah had first called.
I should have been enjoying the moment, and even with the ache in my chest I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her.
She’d just been getting out of the bath when Cap banged on her door, and her hair was still wet, soaking damp patches into her T-shirt.
She wore these little sleeping shorts and looked sexy as hell.
But we didn’t say much when she said goodbye, begging off early to do some more editing on her video footage.
This morning, Cap and I indulge in breakfast in bed, though Cap’s more bouncing off the walls. I texted Nora to invite her over, but she said she was heading downstairs for an early swim, and she’d meet us in the lobby to say goodbye to Farrah and Cap.
I shake off my disappointment, focusing on spending my last morning with Cap for a few days, before checking his backpack full of clothes and supplies for the hundredth time.
“I’m going to be fine, Dad,” Cap assures me as we set out down the hallway.
“I know,” I say begrudgingly, my arm hooked around my little guy’s shoulders. I’m surprisingly less nervous about it than I was yesterday, despite a fresh dump of snow outside. I know a good part of that is because before he left, my brother vouched for Gerrard.
“Wait, you know that guy?” I’d asked, shocked. Nora, in that hot fucking librarian outfit, had smirked as she dug into her dessert. I was asking questions of him like I’d told her was pointless. Still, I waited for my answer.
“I’ve contracted him before for work. He does this tour guide shit when he needs a break. They’re in good hands, Jude, and you know I wouldn’t just say that.”
He wouldn’t, especially not when it related to the safety of his nephew. I didn’t bother asking about what he’d contracted him for. And for what work.
“But if you change your mind about being there at any time you just phone, okay? Gerrard has a satellite phone and can be reached no matter where you are. I’ll come get you, just say the word.”
“Dad.” Cap turns and grips my arms. “You’re gonna be all right without me, okay? Nora’s going to take care of you.”
I bite my cheek so I don’t smile. “Do I look that worried?”
“Duh.”
I give my guy a squeeze so hard he coughs, then another one downstairs after he’s all suited up and about to climb on the little minibus that will take them to the trailhead.
Cap pulls Nora aside before they leave, whispering something in her ear before she bends down and gives him a kiss on the cheek that has my chest warming.
She’s wearing her old clothes again, a corduroy skirt and black turtleneck, her hair in braids, but somehow, she looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
I tear my eyes away from them as Cap climbs the steps onto the bus, waving briefly. God, I remember when he was a toddler and used to blow me kisses. My chest clenches.
After a nod at Farrah and Gerrard, they’re all inside, the bus rumbling away.
Even though I know everything’s going to be fine, worry grinds a hole in my insides.
“I need a drink,” I mutter as the bus rounds the corner out of sight.
“It’s nine in the morning, Jude,” Nora says softly.
“Later, then. I need a drink later.” I look down at Nora, who smiles, her eyes big behind her glasses.
I frown. “What?”
“You ready?” she asks.
I turn fully to face Nora, my spirits lifting considerably.
Somehow, in all the worry about this excursion, I lost sight of the fact that Nora and I now have three days and two nights to ourselves.
I slide my hands over her hips, pulling her close to me.
Heat expands inside of me as I feel her warm body pressed against mine.
But Nora places her hands on my chest, laughing.
“Wait, ready for what?” I ask.
“To go to the love shack!”
“Is that your way of telling me you want to have sex, Nora? Because, yes. I’m ready. I was born ready.”
“Okay, that’s weird—”
“I know. I meant to say I woke up ready.”
Nora looks down, laughing. The sound is so beautiful I bring a knuckle to her jaw and tip her face up. “I’ll go wherever you want, Nora.”
She blinks, her smile falling briefly, before reappearing. “Then let’s go.”
I lean in, my eyes focused on her soft, plump lips. “Kiss me first.”
“So demanding—”
But I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, gently urging her mouth open so I can access her tongue. It’s soft and silky against mine, just like her hair in my hand. My dick jumps in my pants, and I know she feels it, because she snakes her arms up around my shoulders, pressing herself into me.
I break the kiss. “Can we do both?” I ask against her lips.
Nora nods. “Yes.”
I’m not sure we’re going to make it back to our rooms. I have to stop every few steps—the moment each person we pass is out of sight—to press her up against a wall so I can taste her, feel her body under my hands.
“Jude,” Nora breathes as I palm her breast through her sweater, her nipple pebbling under my touch.
“Nora…” I nip at her ear. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”
There’s someone else waiting for the elevator when we get there, so I tug her along to the stairs. The moment we’re inside the concrete stairwell, my hand is yanking the shirt she’s got tucked into her skirt out so I can touch the soft, plump flesh of her breast with my skin.
“Fuck, Nora. You feel incredible.”
Upstairs, a door opens, voices echoing down the stairwell.
I separate from her to peer up the gap and see hands on the railing, but they’re a couple stories up still.
“We should get upstairs,” Nora breathes.
“We have a few seconds.” I slip my hand under her bra, my fingers finding her hard nipple and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, making her gasp.
“Wish I could take you right here, Nora,” I say, nipping at her collarbone.
“But since I can’t—” I push her sweater up and drop to one knee, taking her nipple in my mouth.
She lets out a yelp and claps her hand over her mouth, her eyes on the door we just came through.
It’s risky, I know, but I can’t think with the feel of her soft bud in my mouth, the way it resists as I pluck at it with my tongue.
Footsteps sound from above and I stand up, yanking her sweater down. Two men in suits pass us; one I’m pretty sure I recognize as an Olympic skier from Norway.
They give us a curious glance, but pass by with quick nods. It’s only when I reach our floor and guide Nora through the door that I see how she looks: her sweater is only pulled out at the front, her cheeks pink, her lips parted.
“I think they knew you were about to get fucked,” I say as I thread my hand through hers, pulling her to my door.
“Jude!”
“I’m glad. I want everyone to know.” We barely make it inside my door before I’ve got her in my arms, hoisting her up so her legs are wrapped around my waist. “I want to get a billboard with you on it, Nora,” I say, tossing her gently on the bed.
I drop to my knees, sliding her skirt up around her hips.
“You going to endorse me now?” She giggles, making reference to the ads I’ve done over the past few years. Everything from cologne to sneakers to cruise lines.
“Yes. It’ll be my best deal yet.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights and underwear and work it down over her hips, revealing the tight spring of red curls between her legs.
I growl, dipping my face down and kissing her there.
She squeaks my name, and I pull the tights down to mid-thigh, then bend her hips so her knees hit her chest, and her beautiful pussy is on display for me. I spread it wide with my fingers and she moans for me.
My cock swells.
“Can I endorse a pussy?” I muse, before stroking my tongue along her slit, drawing the flat of my tongue teasingly against her clit. She shudders.
“I’ve never seen it done,” she gasps.
I bend down and stroke her again, relishing in the sweet taste of her. She cries out.
“Guess I’ll be an innovator. Sweetest, most beautiful pussy in the whole fucking world.”
She rises up on her elbows, her face strained as she looks at me over the stretched fabric of her tights across her thighs.
I meet her eyes as I stroke her clit with my tongue, loving the way she shivers at my touch, her eyes rolling upward.
“But Jude,” she gasps.
I pause, an eyebrow up.
“No one’s going to buy something that’s broken.”
I sit up. “Broken?”
She nods, lowering her legs. “You can’t make me…arrive like this. I can’t do it.”
I climb up next to her on the bed, resting my head on my elbow. “Nora…Annie…my sweet girl. We’re going to get you there.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve tried.”
“I haven’t.” I drag a hand up her thigh next to me, dancing my fingers in the wetness where my tongue was a moment ago. Besides, I got us some supplies, yesterday. In town.”
“Supplies?”
I leap up and head for the closet. From up on the top shelf I pull down four giant shopping bags, filled to the brim. “To help bridge the gap, until I can make you come all on my own.”
She shrieks as I upend the bags next to her. I help pull her skirt down to cover herself as she gapes at the dozens of boxes on the bed, each with an image or name on its side indicating that yes, I’d cleaned out an adult shop of nearly every vibrator and dildo they owned.
“Jude!” She laughs. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“Neither could the clerk. ‘Mon Dieu,’ I think were her words.”
Nora laughs through her hands covering her mouth.
“Now, no pressure, but I thought we might try this one first.” I pull out the biggest box of the bunch, a comically oversized dildo, that when I pull it out flops from side to side.
“Just kidding. This one’s just for fun.”
Nora laughs so hard she cries.
We spend the next few minutes combing through the assortment of toys until she shyly picks out two: a rosebud-looking thing, and a fairly straightforward vibrating dick.
I clear the rest of them off the bed with a sweep of my arm, then roll up my sleeves to get to work.
In the end, we try out more than two. I use six of them on her, testing between different settings and angles. I never much liked science when I was in school, but I fully change my mind during this sexy-as-fuck experiment.
She gets the most mind-blowing orgasms, it turns out, from the regular dildo, and this little suction thingy on her clit, and it works best when I get her on her hands and knees, with her holding the vibrator on her clit and I work the dildo in and out of her gorgeous pussy.
“You sure you don’t want to try swapping out?” she breathes, looking over her shoulder at the thick bulge in my pants.
“Not now,” I grunt, as much as I want to fuck her so badly my cock aches. “This is science.”
I can’t help bringing my tongue to the tight pucker of her asshole right as I sense she’s going to come though, and I’m not too proud to suspect that’s what brought her fully over the edge, coming so hard her whole body arches as she screams.
An hour later, I’ve got her curled up in my arms while I try hard not to stroke my still-straining dick. “Jude, let me touch you,” she whispers, her hand grazing down over the fabric between my legs.
I gently guide her hand away. “Later. I wanted this to be all for you, Nora.”
She looks up at me, her eyes in that wide, blinking state they get when she’s looking perilously close to crying.
“Hey, that’s the look you gave me when we watched that ASPCA commercial I did last year.”
“They still played that Sarah McLachlan song!” she exclaims. “It was unfair.”
I tuck her head against my shoulder. “I’ll just think about dogs,” I murmur.
“What?”
“Just one of my tricks. When you go as long as I did without sex”—which in hindsight, I consider, is insane given Nora was right there being sexy as hell next to me for so long—“you come up with some tricks.”
Nora rises up on an elbow. “I know another good trick.”
“You sure? It really doesn’t look like you get how these tricks work,” I say, drawing my hand down her bare chest, my thumb brushing her nipple. My cock strains painfully.
Nora laughs, then scrambles around for her bra, pulling it on and hiding those magnificent little tits.
I frown. “I guess that’s a good one.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a two-hour drive in the snow to find a hopefully-still-standing cabin.”
I laugh. “Right. That.”