by Toni Aleo
Looking away, he takes in a deep breath and then looks back at me, letting it out. “I should kick your ass.”
I scoff. “Why?”
“’Cause you’re a smug bastard, and I don’t like the things you’ve said.”
“You don’t like that I’m basically latched on to that girl, and want to do everything in my power to make her happy?” I ask incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be thankful?
He steps closer to me, and I want to step back, but I know that would show weakness. So I stay where I am, meeting his angry gaze. “No, I can’t be because I know you tell her these things, these promises that have the chance to be empty. I know that she believes you and is probably planning her future around you, and when you decide that you don’t want this, you’re going to leave her in your dust. And who will be there to pick her up? Me. So no, I’m not thankful. I’m scared. She’s had it rough. I can’t handle you breaking her all over again, and you have the power to do that.”
Taking in a deep breath, I look away and gather my thoughts before glancing back at him. “I know there is no telling you that I’m not going to do that. You’ve already made up your mind about me, and all I can do is prove to you that I’m not going to hurt her. I love her, Phillip. I can’t stop that.”
“Whoa, this looks intense.”
Taking a step away from each other, we both look over to find Claire watching us. “Is everything okay?” she asks.
“Of course, just having a chat with Jude,” Phillip answers.
She looks at me and I smile. “Yup, talking about how gorgeous you are,” I say, bringing her in close and kissing the side of her mouth.
She giggles before looking up at me. “I don’t believe either of you one bit.”
“No worries, baby. Come on, let’s go dance,” I say, lacing my fingers with hers. Looking up at Phillip, I say, “Thanks for the talk. I got this.”
I can see his fists clenching, but I ignore them as Claire leans into me, her eyes locking with mine. I kiss her nose as Phillip’s words play over in my head. She’s had it rough. I can’t handle you breaking her all over again, and you have the power to do that.
I get what he’s saying, but I wish he would realize that she has the power to do the same to me.
And still I love her.
More than words can define.
Chapter 39
Jude
Sitting on my bike, I watch as everyone leaves while I wait for Claire. While I wanted to peel that dress off her, it isn’t suitable for the bike, so she’s off changing.
The rest of the wedding reception was beautiful. Love was in the air and everyone seemed to have a good time. When Reese and Phillip drove off, heading for the airport, I held Claire as she cried. I haven’t seen her cry anything but happy tears, but I sense that she felt a bit lost as she watched them drive away. They really are her rock, and I hope that one day she’ll consider me as someone she can always rely on. A part of me thinks she does, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to work hard to make her realize that I’m here for her anytime she wants.
I’m always here for her.
Letting my head fall back, I look up at the clear night sky. It was a wonderful evening for a wedding; even though it is close to November, it’s uncommonly warm. I don’t think I’ll ever understand Tennessee weather. It’s supposed to be winter soon, but still, it feels like a warm fall night. I really want to get Claire back to my house. Jayden is out with a couple of friends, so I have the room to do whatever I please, but a part of me wants to go for a nice long ride. Maybe Claire will be game if she isn’t too tired.
When she comes out the side door, she heads straight for me in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I don’t see her in jeans very much, and when she wears them, I drink in every single inch of her. She really does have the best curves, but then again, I’m a little biased.
“It’s nice out,” she says as she reaches me, putting her backpack on.
“Yeah, do you wanna go for a ride?”
She shrugs. “Sure, I’d love to.”
She takes her backpack back off and pulls out her sweatshirt, putting it on before closing the bag and putting it on her back. We both put on our helmets, and she climbs on as I start the bike. After she wraps her arms around me, I take off, the chill biting into my neck as we ride. I don’t mind it though; I welcome it. As we ride out of the city, the lights disappear behind us, and then the blackness of the interstate is all I see. I figured we could ride up and down the interstate, but then I decide to go out by the woods by my mom’s house. We have a creek out there and I think Claire would love it there. I worry a bit that my mom might hear my motorcycle, but that’s only if she’s outside, which she probably isn’t with it being almost midnight. It takes about an hour to get out here, and when I pull down the dark road that leads to the spot where my brothers and I used to make forts, I smile. These were my stomping grounds, my childhood, and now I am bringing Claire here.
Slowing my motorcycle, I basically creep toward the creek. Not only to make sure my mom doesn’t hear us, but because I don’t want to kick the dirt up around us. Stopping in front of the creek, I turn the bike off and take off my helmet, looking over my shoulder at her. She already has her helmet off, a grin on her flushed face.
“This is deserted.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I used to play out here when I was a kid. It’s my spot.”
“Awesome,” she says, looking around at nothing but darkness. It’s a little spooky, but we will be fine. Nothing is out here. I used to camp out here; the only thing that ever had us sprinting back to the house was a raccoon one time. Mean little shit, that raccoon was. “If we weren’t together, I’d think you were bringing me out here to kill me off,” she says with a teasing grin.
“You need to stop watching those murder shows,” I say with a shake of my head. She giggles behind me. “But good thing we’re together, huh?”
Her eyes darken in the moonlight, her hands slowly creeping up my thighs until they rest right where my dick is coming alive. With her lips close to my ear, she says, “True. Means we can hook up.”
I scoff, lacing my fingers with hers, breathing a little faster. “We don’t hook up. I take way more pride than that in sex with you.”
She gives me a minxy little grin, and I decide that I need to change our position. Pronto. Standing up, I throw my helmet on the ground, reaching for hers next before doing the same thing with it. I lift her up off the bike, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist just as my mouth meets hers. I want to say I brought her out here to share this part of me, but the more I think about it, I think I brought her out here to give her the best sex of her life.
Holding her up, I straddle the bike, sitting down, holding her ass in my hands as I continue to devour her mouth. Her tongue teases my lips, wanting to deepen the kiss, and I’m one to give her anything she wants. Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her ass. My whole body burns with need as my legs ache from where I’m holding the bike up. My dick is pressing against the zipper of my slacks, begging for a release as she slowly rocks against it, driving me insane. Parting, I lift both her shirts off, leaving her in only a strapless bra, her breasts spilling over the top. Like a starved man, I trace the swells of her breasts with my tongue, her moans encouraging me as I get my fill of her delectable breasts.
My body is shaking with need and hers is too. Her fingers dig into my forearms as I peel the cups of her bra down. The cold air hits her and quickly her nipples are hard, screaming to be licked. Sucking each nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly and teasingly around her sweet, rosy peaks. I swear this girl makes me feel like it’s my first time every time. I want to discover everything about her, treasure her, and make her scream my name. As I bite her nipple softly, she arches her body, her breasts pressing into my mouth, her nails breaking the skin of my arm. Crying out, her fingers leave my arms, going up into my hair, massaging my scalp, as I pay the same attention to her other breast.
Closing my eyes, my body is taut as I try to worship this girl’s body instead of giving in to my need and fucking the shit out of her.
Kissing down her ribs, I dip my tongue in her cute little belly button before flicking the button of her jeans open.
“This was your plan, huh? Take me out and do dirty things to me in the woods?” she gasps, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she takes.
“I think it was. Subliminally,” I say, laying her back and pulling her jeans and panties down her legs and off and throwing them over my shoulder. Her glistening center is right there, her legs up in the air, so I do what any other man would do, I bury my face in her sweet pussy.
“Thank God for your subconscious,” she groans out, her legs crossing behind my neck, my hands holding her behind her knees as I devastate her clit. Swirling my tongue around her clit, I lick her, pressing my whole tongue against her taut nub before quickly flicking the tip of my tongue against it. She cries out, her hands squeezing my hair, her body shaking under me from the torture my mouth is inflicting on her.
“Ah, stop,” she cries.
“Huh?” I say against her dripping wet center, looking up at her.
“Keys or something is digging into my back,” she says, sitting up. “I can’t come ’cause it hurts,” she complains. I reach behind her, pulling the keys out and dropping them on her jeans. I then take my sweatshirt off and lay it down to make it a little softer for her. Lying back, she says, “Oh, thank you. As you were.”
I chuckle as I lift her legs back up and press my mouth inside her, finding her clit with my tongue. Flicking my tongue against her clit, I hold both her legs up, freeing my other hand so I can dip my fingers inside her. Her cries become louder, her body shaking, and soon she is screaming with her release, my name falling from her lips in a whimper. As she gasps for breath, I slowly lick along her lower lips, getting drunk off the taste of her release.
“Jude, please,” she cries, her hands coming between her legs to keep me from licking any longer. “I can’t take it.”
“Yeah, you can,” I say, pushing her hands away and devouring her some more. I can’t get enough of it. She tastes so good, so sweet, and the crazy thing is, I used to not like doing this until I was between her legs. She’s bare, and she honestly does have the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Jude,” she gasps, her back arching as I continue to devour her. “Please, oh God, I think, oh, oh, oh, oh fuck,” she cries and then she comes undone again, this time jerking and flinching underneath my mouth.
I don’t know why, but my dick thickens to the point of pain knowing I made her come twice. Grinning, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I stand up, undoing my slacks as I take in the sight of my girl laid out on my bike, the moonlight kissing her skin, making it glow.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I push my pants down, toeing out of my shoes before kicking them both to the side. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I squeeze him, hoping to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to work. I can see the wetness glistening on her skin between her legs, and just the sight has me coming out of my skin. Mounting the bike again, I lift her up, bringing her slowly down on my dick, inch by inch until I am fully in her. We both moan at the connection, her body squeezing mine as her arms hang loosely around my neck, her eyes locked with mine.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, my fingers squeezing her ass. “So fucking hot.”
Nipping at my bottom lip, she begins to lift and lower herself onto me. I don’t know what she’s bracing her feet on, but soon I don’t care. I am insensible – completely and utterly gone beneath her. She rides me like she was meant to, going the right speed, coming down just enough to tease but please me. My fingers are biting into her ass, my breathing unsteady, and my heart is surely about to come out of my fucking chest. I can feel her squeezing me, her body reaching its peak again; I can feel mine doing the same but I want to draw this out. I want this to last forever.
As I suck her neck, she cries out, squeezing me so tight that I can’t take it. Stopping her hips, I lift her up and sit her on her ass before getting off.
“What the hell?” she cries. “I was coming.”
“Shut up, bend over the bike,” I demand, and when I see the look she gives me, I add, “Please.”
She gives me a grin before doing as I ask. I squeeze my dick, watching as she bends over, bracing her hands on my bike. She wiggles her ass in the air for me, and everything inside me is white-hot. Directing my dick into her, I take ahold of her hips and I can’t control myself. I slam into her, my fingers digging into her hips, my body slapping against hers, our moans and groans filling the air over and over again until my toes are curling in my socks, and then I come so hard that lights go off behind my eyes.
Gasping for breath, I let my head fall back as I pull in lungfuls of air. “Fucking hell, that was hot.”
She can only nod, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I can’t even form words,” she gasps. “Well, except those and these.”
I chuckle as I run my hand down the middle of her back to her neck where I lift her, turning her face so I can bring my lips against hers. I kiss her softly but in a very dominating way. I don’t mean to but I just want her. So bad. Even after blowing the biggest load of my life. Parting, I pull myself out of her and then she turns, wrapping her arms around me and meeting her lips to mine again. Parting, I look deep into her eyes, pushing pieces of hair out of her face that fell from our activities. She’s so unbelievable beautiful and she is all mine.
“That was really good,” she says, her lips moving lightly against mine. “You delivered very hot motorcycle sex.”
My mouth pulls up at the side as I cup her jaw in my hands. “I aim to please.”
“Oh, you hit the bull’s-eye, buddy.”
I nibble at her bottom lip as I admire her body in the moonlight. It’s getting chilly; I know we should put on our clothes and get out of here, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I love her body, everything about it, and in the moonlight, it’s even sexier.
Leaning against me, she closes her eyes and says, “I’m so tired. You wore me out.”
I smile. “So you’re saying we should get dressed and get out of here, huh?”
She giggles as she opens her eyes. “Yeah, I am.”
“Okay, but I want to ask you something,” I say, sliding my hands down her back to grip her ass.
“Yes?” she asks breathlessly, leaning into me, her sweet center teasing my dick.
“Tomorrow you said you want to lie around and sleep all day, right?”
She smiles. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”
“Well, here is my plan, and I hope you’re game.”
“Hit me with it,” she says, her teeth nipping at my lip.
“A marathon of Disney movies with candy, popcorn, and soda. I have it all set up at my room for us.”
Her face breaks into a grin as she cups my cheeks. “You know what I think?”
“What?” I ask.
“I think I just fell even more in love with you. I would love that.”
“That was my plan,” I say with a wink.
As she giggles, her grin so bright and happy, I can’t think of a more rewarding feeling than I feel right now. I’m drunk with love for this girl, and to be honest, I don’t ever want to sober up.
Chapter 40
Jude
I’m a little early, but I don’t mind. I wasn’t supposed to be here for another twenty minutes, but I’m sorta glad I came early. I love seeing my girl in her element. Bracing my forearm against the doorframe, I lean into the wall, watching through a window as Claire trains one of her dancers. The dancer doesn’t look that much younger than Claire, but it’s obvious that she looks up to my girl. Her eyes haven’t left Claire’s body since I took up my post against the wall, but neither have mine.
She is breathtaking.
The song that is playing is the one we danced to after my game, a lit
tle over week ago. “Latch” by Sam Smith. I’ve downloaded the song and listen to it on repeat when we’re apart, which has been a lot lately. Tonight is the first night we actually get to have a date night, and I can’t wait to just be enveloped by her awesomeness. We text constantly and see each other randomly throughout the day, but for the next twelve hours, she’s mine.
“Megan, you have to pay attention. You’re missing most of the song’s key parts, and you have to have the emotion. You’ve been in love, right?” Claire asks. Her voice is muffled by the glass, but I can still hear what she’s saying.
Megan nods. “Yeah. I have.”
“Okay, channel that. This dance, this song is about having the soul-deep, amazing love that leaves you breathless and wanting more every second of the day. It’s like when you’re apart from that person, your heart is coming out of your chest, trying to find the person who causes it to race. It’s almost like you are dancing for that person. You’re doing great, technically, but you need the emotion for this song to work. I’m going to show you, full-out, okay? Watch me,” she demands as she goes to the middle of the floor.
I’m not sure how she hasn’t seen me yet, but I’m thankful for that. I want to watch her do this full-out because I feel like this is for me. Pulling out my phone, I go to my camera and push record as I wait for the music to start. And for the next minute and thirty-nine seconds, I’m completely speechless. Every emotion she described to Megan is brought to life by her body. It is honestly the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen in my entire life. It’s not only her body that has me completely enraptured, it’s her face, the way her eyes tell the story along with her body.
A small smile tugs at my mouth as she turns, letting her back arch before slowly pulling it up. When she is fully erect, her eyes meet mine, and a grin pulls at her lips before she waves at me. I hit the end button on my camera and wave back, my heart coming out of my chest for this girl. I want to go through the wall to close the distance between us. I want to hold her, tell her how much she means to me and how life is nothing without her. Because without her, I’m not complete.
