Chapter 13
thirteen
GREER
Jude grabs me by the hips, dragging me into him.
His mouth silences a gasp. I try to lift my arms and shove against him, but the traitors hang disobediently at my side.
It’s no surprise with Jude. Even when he’s lost in his own jealousy, I can’t muster up any true anger at him.
My emotions are too dampened by the cloud of pheromones that follow him around.
They say Voodoo only works if you’re a believer, but I’ve clearly bought into it whether I admit it to myself or not.
As Jude deepens the exploration of his tongue against mine, his wide palm slides down my back.
It’s possessive and primal, waking my body.
A tingling sensation builds in my core, and my heart thumps desperately in my ears.
I press myself against the thick, rigid shaft digging into my belly.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I move my tongue with his.
This is how I want to die. Just like this. Pure bliss.
He breaks off the seal of our kiss and locks eyes with me for the longest of seconds, his breath hot as it mingles with mine.
There’s something in his eyes, a question.
He must find the answer because he leans down and loops his muscled arms around my body, one hand under my ass, the other holding my back.
I’m literally being swept off my feet bridal style. “What are you doing?”
With a focused gaze and a guttural voice, “Taking you to the bedroom.”
Wait, no, I’m mad at him. Right? “Put me down.”
“Stop trying to fight, or I’m going to turn your ass pink,” he says in a warning tone that I feel straight to my core.
He walks past the kitchen counter ledge, where the candle is burning, but steps back to blow it out. He takes certain metered steps, like he has a homing device that tells him exactly where the nearest mattress can be found.
From his playpen, Hank starts barking, but excitedly, like he’s missing out on the fun. He does zoomies around the limited space while Jude opens the bedroom door and shuts it behind us.
“The critter can get riled up,” Jude remarks with a chuckle.
“He thinks we’re playing,” I say, shooting daggers at him.
Jude’s laugh is dark and rumbly. “Sounds right on target to me.”
I puff out a frustrated breath. “You’re unbelievable.” He’s working hard to ruin my fantasy. The hot guy on the bike is a pig-headed caveman.
This is terrifying, but not because I’m afraid of Jude.
No, what is going to happen will be a thousand percent consensual and pleasurable.
What’s scary is that without a doubt, I’ll lose myself in this man’s touch.
Then, everything I know is a bad idea will suddenly sound like the best thing ever.
Something in the back of my head reminds me again that I’m angry at his brutish behavior.
The room is lit by a bedside lamp, the bed made with my new creamy pink and green comforter. After laying me down on the bed, Jude walks over to the dresser and shrugs off his cut, leaving it folded neatly on the cleared surface.
“And what exactly do you think…” I argue, knowing good and goddamn well how we’re gonna settle things between us.
“I don’t think. I know.”
I hate that he won't look at me, missing the sour expression I’m giving him.
He does a quick job of removing his boots. “What are you doing?”
Without looking at me, he answers, “Taking off my shoes so I don’t mess up the bed. Figure the best way to end the argument is to fuck it out. Our heads will be clearer when we’re done.”
He tucks his socks into his boots, then grasps onto my legs, dragging me flat on my back. He might think this is over, but I’m far from done looking for my pound of flesh with him.
“You’re mad because my family helped me move,” I accuse.
His expression is dark when he moves away from me. “Should I be happy a douchebag in an Audi was moving your sofa? It should have been me.”
His eyes blaze, an inferno of indignation and pride. “To make shit clear. It’s my job to tote heavy shit up the steep as fuck stairs, mine to bring you dinner and take the fur baby out to piss at three in the morning. You are mine to care for.”
I try to shove him off, finding his strength twice my own. “So pigheaded.”
He cocks his head with arrogant certainty. “Keep acting all angry, but we both know your pussy’s wet.”
“You’re insufferable!”
In such a casual tone, he remarks, “Babe, you don’t have to use big words for me to know you’re pissed.”
His pupils grow huge as I squirm. “You bragged to Andrew that we messed around,” I snap.
“Brag? No. I was stating facts. Now he knows the lay of the land.” His free hand creeps up the hem of my tank, eyes trained on me.
There’s this intenseness in his movements that’s overwhelming.
He squeezes my breast over my bra, then dips his hand inside the cup, tweaking the nipple.
After his lips claim mine in a ruthless kiss, the frissons come back, sending my body into an overdrive with need.
With the security of his powerful build over me, whatever fight that might have lingered in my heart fades into nothingness. I want this virile, commanding man to do everything to me. Letting go of my anger is a small price to pay.
I gasp, rolling my head to the side, pressing myself into his hardness. Jude is taunting me with his cock, sliding it along the edge of my shorts. I swivel my hips in desperation, a plea slipping from my lips. “Say you want me, Baby Doll.”
“I want you,” I groan.
He shimmies down my shorts and panties. As they fall to the floor, that devilish glint in his eyes twinkles with carnal delight.
His hand on my calves is firm as he spreads my thighs and rests his face between them.
He runs a thumb between my slit, “So wet.” His tongue circles my delicate bundle of nerves, then sucks, making me groan and claw at the bed.
“Never tasted anything this amazing,” he growls.
He plunges his tongue into my channel with a gentle ferocity.
The addition of a thumb on my most sensitive spot makes sparks appear behind my eyes.
I grip the sheet like it’s life support, my legs beginning to tremble.
My body feels like I’m floating off the mattress.
The stroke of his tongue grows faster, my orgasm building like a freight train.
He gives my clit the attention of his tongue, making my panted breaths turn desperate.
It’s all so overwhelming. I bring one hand around his neck, wanting more of the touch of his skin on mine.
I can’t hold off anymore, shuddering my release as he keeps up his merciless ministrations.
I’m still shaky, trying to come back down to earth as he pulls off my shirt. I’m completely naked while he’s pretty much dressed, something Jude starts to work on remedying. He moves away from me, pulling off his tee.
“Does it hurt to be touched?” I ask.
“My scars? Not anymore. The thick ones are sensitive to pain but the worst is over with now.”
In the dim light of the lamp, his underwear disappears in the pile, giving me my first look at his dick. Long, but so thick I worry about taking it. Veins bulge towards an angry looking head.
His movements are hungry, heated. I cloak my eyes from him, afraid of what he’ll find in them. He pulls back the blanket and comes to lie on top of me. I’m retreating back to the bubble of arousal surrounding us when he goes for my neck.
“Wait, do you have a condom?”
His body is still for a moment, and then he shakes his head as if resigned, “You don’t have to worry about condoms with me.”
His message strikes home. It’s impossible for it not to while seeing the mangled flesh. Oh gosh, the accident made him sterile. There could be several causes… scar tissue, for one.
Everything important looks fine, but the scars are very close to his manhood.
The only nursing experience I have is clinicals, but I’ve seen a few wrecks. In a car accident, all sorts of injuries could occur. Not only when struck, but as he landed, even while being pulled off the highway. The scarring is in front of me, clearly visible. “Are you sure? I mean…sure sure?”
He smooths down my hair, “Yeah, I am. And I know I’m clean. Got tested out of the Army and haven’t fucked around since.”
“I got checked a few months ago,” I confirm.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom before…” he says in a husky voice, running his hand down my body with a contented sigh.
“Yeah, me neither.”
He leans down to lick and suck behind my ear, restoking my arousal.
“I have lots of ideas of things we can do that I’ve never done before.
” A greedy hand cups my breast, squeezing it, and then his mouth brushes against mine in a barely there kiss that makes goosebumps rise all over my skin.
I melt into him. My mind shuts off, and I get consumed by lush delirium.
With our bodies flush against one another, I can feel everything..
the crisp brush of his chest hair, his erection demanding against my stomach, the callous on the side of his finger adding extra sensations as he’s pinching and rolling my nipple.
His pulls of breath become faster, more urgent, pained.
“I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you. ”
His touch turns more desperate and urgent.
Jude lifts his torso and slides his hardness against the lips of my pussy, gathering the wetness before lining his bulbous head into my entrance.
He presses into me until my body protests the intrusion.
I feel him stretching me more with every inch he gains as a delightful pain radiates through me.
He holds himself above me on his forearms while I adjust to his girth.
His abs contract as he makes a lazy stroke.
“So fucking tight. You’re choking my cock. ”
“It’s too much,” I groan.