Fever

by Carnal, MJ

  Grabbing his hands, I pull him towards me and kiss him. Lipstick be damned!

  Breaking the kiss, he pulls away. “Yeah, well I am taking you to dinner tonight, so we need to get going. We have reservations at eight.” He pulls me out the door, towards the Corvette in the driveway, as he shakes the keys, calling over his shoulder, “Night, fellas. She’s staying with me tonight.”

  At my questioning look at the car, he opens the door and helps me in. He shrugs. “It’s mine. I figured I needed a car too since we can’t take the bike everywhere.”

  He bought a car… And a house… I guess he really is staying. My heart swoons.

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  Jude

  Holy shit, Jude. Keep your hands to yourself. You are taking Lex out tonight. You promised and she deserves it. But damn she looks so good. She’s simply the most beautiful woman in the world. How the hell am I going to do this? How am I going to leave tomorrow without her? I need her with me.

  Lexi is sitting in the front seat with her hands folded on her lap. Her teeth are nibbling at her bottom lip. She’s nervous about something, but what?

  “Lex, you ok, Baby? Why are you worrying your lip? What’s wrong?”

  She looks over at me and licks her lips. “I’m fine, just thinking about you leaving tomorrow. And well I’m kind of sad.”

  She’s sad I’m leaving? She must feel for me what I feel for her. Dammit why does she have to work? I’m rich, she can come with me. Wait… no she can’t. She has a business and she loves it. I would never ask her to leave that behind to follow me on the road. Damn… this sucks!

  “It’s only for a little while, Baby. And we’re going to talk all the time. I promise. Before you know it, I’ll be back. But I do like that you are going to miss me, because the thought of being without you, even for that short of time is killing me. I’m going to lose my mind, Lex...” Reaching over the console, I entwine her fingers with mine.

  She leans her head back and looks over at me. I glance at her and then back at the road. “I know. It’s really not that long. I’m just being a girl. And I don’t want you to lose your mind.” She’s smiling.

  We have a romantic dinner. We take our time and talk about everything. The conversation with Lexi just flows. As we leave, I ask her to stay the night with me, since I have to leave so early in the morning.

  She does and we make love several times before the dawn. Once the alarm on my phone goes off, I get up, grab my bags, leave her a note and the keys to my house and my car on my pillow, kiss her lightly on the forehead because I can’t bear to wake her, and tuck the box of red velvet brownies she made for me under my arm.

  With one last look, I walk out of the bedroom, whispering into the quiet, “I love you Alexia Sloane. Only you. Forever.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Lexi

  I wake up to cold sheets and look around Jude’s quiet bedroom. Reaching over to his side of the bed, my hand finds cold metal. I see two sets of keys and a note on his pillow.

  Sitting up, I reach over and open the folded paper.

  Lexi,

  I woke up this morning with you in my arms and thought to myself, ‘I want to do this for the rest of my life.’ You in my arms are perfection. It’s cosmic. It’s simply the way we are supposed to be.

  I couldn’t wake you. You were sleeping so soundly.

  I know that you and I are moving fast. It’s exhilarating. When I’m with you Lex, it’s like we were never apart.

  A lot has happened between then and now, but the now is what I want us to concentrate on. Now it’s you and me. You are what’s important. We are the only thing that matters to me anymore.

  What happened back then is irrelevant. I want you. I want you always.

  You are what I see when I look into the future. Five years from now, ten years from now, hell fifty years from now, you are there.

  As a teenager and young man, I loved you. You were my everything. But I didn’t really understand what that meant. Now, as a man, I love you even more.

  You are the reason I smile, Lex. You are the first thing I want to see when I wake up and the last thing I want to see before falling asleep. I want to see you smile every day and I want to know that I’m the reason you’re smiling.

  These next few weeks are going to be hard for me. I’ve gotten so used to you, to sleeping with you, to talking with you, to kissing you, to just being with you, that it’s kind of hard for me to imagine me functioning without you.

  Know that I may not be next to you, but that you are with me. Always. In my head and in my heart. You’re a part of me again. The most important part of me. Lex, you own me. You own my heart.

  I’ve left you the keys to my house and my car. I want you to use them and I want you to give serious consideration to moving in with me when I get back.

  We’re adults. I know what I want, and what I want is you. It’s always been you.

  I see no need to beat around the bush.

  I want you. In my life, in my arms, in my bed. Every night.

  Think about it…

  You own my heart. You own everything I am.

  I love you Lex.

  Jude

  By the end of the letter, tears are rolling down my face. He wants me. He loves me. He wants me in his life long term… my life is pretty much perfect.

  Later in the day, I get a text from Jude. His contact info has changed, and his picture is now the photo of us from bed the day before. When did he do this?

  “Rocker Who Loves You

  I love you.”

  Jude might say I own him, but the truth is he owns me… he always has.

  The next two and a half weeks are busy for me, which is good. Wedding season is in full swing in South Louisiana with the weather cooling off, and I’m getting new orders almost every day.

  Work keeps me from missing Jude too much. His constant texts also help.

  We talk everyday on the phone and we’ve even had phone sex a few times. At first, it was awkward and we both laughed, but once we got into the swing of it, it’s actually pretty erotic.

  We’ve also exchanged a few racy photos, though I have yet to send him any of me actually exposed.

  I’m leaving work for the day after working late and my phone chimes. It’s Wednesday, so Jude is supposed to be having a signing at a local music store somewhere in Texas tonight.

  “Rocker Who Loves You

  Where are you? Are you home yet?”

  I sit in my car and send him a reply.

  “Lexi

  No. I worked late, since I didn’t have plans tonight.

  Why?

  Where are you?

  I thought you had a signing?”

  Thirty seconds later I have his response.

  “Rocker Who Loves You

  I do.

  At it now.

  Done in an hour.

  Call you then?”

  He’s texting me from his signing. What is he doing, texting under the table? That thought makes me laugh and I get an idea. Looking around to make sure it’s dark enough that no one can see and no one is looking, I lean back, lift my ass, push up my skirt some, and slide my panties down my legs and off. I push them into my purse. Then, opening my legs and looking around one more time, I take a picture.

  I can’t believe I just did that. But before I can delete it, I attach it, and hit Send.

  I decide to wait for his reaction before I drive off. My phone rings and I glance down at it.

  Oh shit. He called me back. I was expecting a text.

  “Hello.”

  “Jesus Christ, Baby! What the hell are you doing?”

  “Um, I just wanted to send you a picture. The idea just kind of popped into my head and I went with it. I’m sorry.”

  “Shit.” He groans and I can hear a banging noise. “NO, don’t apologize. I’m finishing up here and I’m calling you back. Go home, undress, get in bed, and wait for my call.”

  “What? Jude, what is that sound?”r />
  “Go home. I’m blowing this place and going someplace private and calling you back. Twenty minutes. Be ready for me. And what sound?”

  “Um… ok. That banging.”

  “I’m banging my head against the wall because you just sent me a fucking picture of that perfect pussy and now all I can think about is tasting it and sinking my rock hard dick into it.”

  “Oh, ok. Twenty minutes.”

  “Yeah… be ready.”

  Be ready? I’m ready now! My pussy is so wet, it’s a wonder I don’t soak the seats.

  I fly home. I’m sure I break several laws.

  Erik is out with Alec and has been spending the night with him occasionally, so the house is quiet when I open the door. Running to my room, I strip all of my clothes off, tossing them this way and that and lay on the bed… waiting for Jude’s call.

  I’m so horny. He needs to call now.

  Three minutes later, I’m about to just take matters into my own hands, and my phone rings. I answer it and put it on speaker, laying it down beside my head.

  “Hey, Baby.”

  “Are you naked?”

  “Yes. Naked and ready. God, I’m so wet.”

  “Ohhh. Good, me too. My hand is already on my dick and it’s so hard. It’s throbbing, Lex.”

  “God, Jude I want it. I want you. I want your dick and not my hand. I miss your dick. But I’m so horny. “

  “Good, Baby. Good. Touch yourself. Rub that wet pussy and grab your nipples. Close your eyes and imagine it’s me.”

  “Ohhhhhh. Talk dirty to me, Jude. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here.”

  “Are you touching yourself? How wet are you, Baby? Is your juice running down your thighs and into your ass you’re so wet?”

  “God, yes. I’m so wet. You’d slide right in. I could take you balls deep right now.”

  “Um. Cup your wet pussy and flick your clit for me. Imagine it’s my hand on you. Take your other hand and finger yourself. Just use one finger. Make sure you go deep and once you’re all lubed up, suck on your finger. Imagine it’s my rigid length in your mouth. Move your hand from your clit and use three fingers to fuck yourself, while you suck on your other fingers, and visualize my cock in those lush lips.”

  I’m so drenched at his words that my fingers sliding inside of myself are making suction noises and they’re turning me on even more. I can’t speak. All I can do is feel and take in the sensual images in my head.

  Suddenly, I feel my orgasm build and I realize Jude has stopped speaking to me. All I can hear are his moans, and I can actually hear him working his cock.

  It’s so sexy. His sex sounds are so sexy. They push me over the edge and I scream out his name. “Jude… Oh God, Baby. JUDE!”

  He follows along with me and I hear his release through the phone.

  He’s struggling to breathe and he asks me, “Do you want to see, Lex? You want to see what you did?”

  I think about it. I’ve never had anything like that sent to me before. I do want to see. “Yes, Jude. I want to see. Show me what I did. Show me, Baby.”

  He’s quiet for a minute and then he says, “Ok, you’ll have it once we hang up. Can you take one for me? Can you show me what I’m missing? I want to see you with your cum all over you?”

  I grab my phone and take a few. Select one of them, and send it. “You’ll get it once we hang up too.”

  He groans. And then he laughs. “Well… I just blew off fans to have phone sex with my lady love. But that was awesome, Baby. I feel like I’m fifteen again. I miss you.”

  I cradle the phone between my chin and shoulder and whisper back, “I love you too. So much.”

  We talk for a bit, and then we both hang up to go get cleaned up.

  Right before I fall asleep, I get another text from Jude. It’s a picture message and he’s blowing me a kiss.

  I fall asleep hugging my phone.

  Things are pretty much the same for the next few weeks. We talk every day and have more phone sex, but now we’ve added sexting to the mix. I miss him, but talking to him every day is helping immensely with the separation anxiety.

  The shop is even busier and the holidays are now approaching, so I’m getting even more orders. I block off a few days on the calendar and go to talk to Erik.

  Bayou Stix has a stop in L.A. for a few days, so I decide to surprise Jude with a visit. I have a week to make my arrangements. I decide not to tell him, but I do text Jessie and ask him for Jude’s address there.

  Everything is set and my flight leaves in an hour. Thanksgiving is next week and it’s been six and a half weeks since I’ve seen Jude.

  Erik drops me off with my bags at the airport and gives me a hug. “Call me when you land, ok?” I promise to call… and be careful… and not talk to strangers. Five hours and one layover later, I’m in L.A.

  What the hell am I doing? I should have told him I was coming. He didn’t say he had any plans, but what if he does and I crash them? Too late now. I’m here.

  I’m able to get a taxi and give the driver the address that Jessie texted me last week. As we head off, I lean back. I text Erik to let him know I’m here, and that I’m headed to Jude’s. I get a text a few minutes later. I’m expecting Erik, but it’s Bradi.

  “Bradi

  You make it?

  See your man yet?

  Call me later with all the sexy details!”

  I shoot her one back,

  “Lexi

  Made it.

  Heading to his place now.

  I’ll call you later!”

  We turn into a very nice neighborhood. Jude’s house back home is gorgeous. It’s big, but these houses make that house look like a shack. Jude lives here? Shit, how rich is he?!?!

  The cab driver stops at a massive house with an iron gate around it. I just sit and stare at the house.

  “You getting out, lady? We can sit here as long as you want, but the meter is running. Does your friend know you’re coming?”

  I snap out of my daze and take the money out to cover the fare. “No, he doesn’t. It’s a surprise.”

  “Well a pretty thing like you should be a welcome surprise.” He opens my door and hands me my bag, then gets in his car and takes off.

  I’m here. Now what?

  I walk to the gate and see that it’s not actually closed. I walk through the opening. Looking around to make sure the address is right. Yup. Same address Jessie gave me.

  I let out a breath and walk to the door. There’s a fancy doorbell, so I push it. It takes a while and I’m looking towards the street when the door opens.

  I turn around. I’m looking at a seemingly naked girl. Or rather a young woman and she’s gorgeous. I take in her appearance. She’s slim, but I can see a hint of curves, under what looks like a man’s button up shirt, halfway buttoned. Her hair is short and messy, but like it’s supposed to look like that. It’s also jet black and glossy. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. Her skin is flawless and her lips are full and perfect.

  I’m staring.

  Finally, she cocks her hip and says sarcastically, “Can I help you? Or did you just come here to stare at me?”

  I manage to sputter out, “I’m sorry. I’m looking for Jude. Jude Delecroix. Is this his house?”

  She lifts her brow, casually leans against the door, and looks me over. “I’ll just bet you are. Yes, this is his house.”

  “Oh, well um… I’m um. I’m Lexi.” I sound like an idiot, but I have no idea what’s going on right now, or who this woman is.

  “Ok. What do you want, Lexi?” She has no idea who I am.

  “Um, who are you? Do you-do you live here?”

  “Y…e…s… I live here. I’m Clove. But again, how can I help you?”

  “You live here? Here? With…. with Jude?”

  “Yes, when he’s here, I live here with him.” She’s looking at me like I’m crazy. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but we’re kind of busy, so spit out whatever it is you need
, because I need to get back to what I was doing. I only have a few days this time, so...”

  I feel faint… I think I’m going to throw up. Jude lives here? Here. With this gorgeous woman. What the hell?!?! This woman who has no idea who I am. Oh my God. I’m so stupid… I need to go. I have to get out of here.

  “No, I’m sorry to have bothered you. This was a mistake. I’m sorry. I’m not doing anything here. Nothing at all.” I turn on my heel and grab my bag before running down the driveway.

  I hear Clove, the gorgeous woman Jude lives with calling after me as I reach the street. “Lady, are you ok?” I ignore her and just keep running. Once I’ve ran about six blocks, I stop and look around. Thankfully I’m near a bus stop. I drop onto the bench and cry my eyes out.

  I’m so stupid.

  I manage to get back to the airport, and I book a flight home that leaves in four hours. I call Erik and tell him through my tears that I’m on my way home, that this was a mistake, and that I’ll explain once I get back.

  My phone rings after an hour and I see the Caller ID.

  “Rocker Who Loves You”

  Ignoring the call, I turn off the phone and lay my head back on the seat. I cry and cry, until I have no tears left.

  My plane lands around 10PM. It’s been one day and my life is in tatters. Erik and Bradi meet me at the airport and as soon as I see them, I fall into Erik’s arms and cry tears I can’t possibly still have. Bradi immediately starts asking questions, but Erik tells her to stop and wait until we get home before asking them.

  I lay across the backseat. I feel like someone has ripped out my insides and my heart is in a vice. Bradi and Erik talk quietly in the front seat while I just exist in a haze of pain in the back.

  Erik carries me into the house once we pull up and places me on my bed in my room. Bradi follows him in, wringing her hands. She helps me get undressed and into some flannel pants and a long sleeved shirt. I am freezing. My insides feel like ice. Without her help, there is no way I could have done it.

  She sits me up in the bed and props pillows behind my back before snuggling against me and just hugging me. A few minutes later, Erik walks in holding a cup of tea. I don’t want tea… I hate tea. Jude drinks tea.