Her pussy contracts and firmly grips my finger as her orgasm hits her in waves. I drink up the juices dripping from her and kiss her soft thigh.
My persistent visitor is now pounding on the door. I lay my head on her thigh and try to calm my throbbing erection. After the show she just gave, if I don’t bury my dick in her soon I may have permanent damage.
I jump off the bed as the banging gets louder, grab a pair of boxer briefs on my way out of the room, and hop into them. Somebody better be fucking dead.
I pull the door open angrily and scream, “Who the fuck died, Jay?”
Jay’s eyes widen, and he holds up his hand in surrender when he realizes how angry I am. “I’m sorry, Jude, but when you didn’t show up for our usual game, we got worried. Jax would’ve killed me if I left without seeing you.”
“Well, now you see me.” I try to slam the door shut in his face, but he pushes against it and breezes past me. I watch as he walks into the kitchen and pulls out my orange juice. I’ve never been this annoyed by Jay, but I’m ready to toss his ass out the door.
“Make yourself at home,” I say. My sarcasm-laced words have no effect. I enter the kitchen, cross my arms over my chest, and glare at him. He picks up an apple and bites into it.
“Dude,” he says in between bites. “You should really put more clothes on. I don’t want to see you in your tight underwear when you have that tent.”
I automatically look down at my unyielding erection. “If you would get the fuck out of here, I would be able to get rid of the tent.”
“What?” He looks at me with wide eyes. “All that screaming I heard wasn’t you taking care of it? Is she even still alive?”
“I was just getting started.”
“You got to let me watch,” he says excitedly.
“Hell no.”
“Jax is a Dom, and he lets me watch.”
“Jax is different. He gets off on voyeurism and sharing. I don’t.”
“Some best friend you are.” He jumps onto the counter and leans back.
“I’m your only friend.”
Jay and Jax are twins. They come as a pair, so when I was ten I made a set of best friends. No one has my back like the two of them. Their fair hair and blue eyes make me look like the dark brooding one of the group. In reality, Jax is the toughest. He often comes across as cold, but he’s just a fierce protector. Jay is easygoing and a bit gullible. Jax and I watch over him like he’s an adolescent; most of the time he behaves like one.
“Are you coming to dinner Sunday?”
“Maybe.” He isn’t leaving, so I sit at the island bar.
“Mom will kill you if you don’t show.”
I sigh then run a hand through my hair. I’ve never been sexually frustrated in my life, but right now all I can think of is the sexy blonde woman I left in my bed.
“I forgot I have two mothers.”
“Well, when we took you in, we took your mom so it’s only fair you get a piece of ours.”
“Maybe I’ll bring Kylie.” That woman is like a brick wall. She’s sure to turn me down if I invite her to dinner. Maybe if I tie her up and ask her when I’m balls-deep in, holding her orgasm as my hostage, she’ll agree to come to Emma’s wedding too.
Kylie
Covered in sweat and totally sated, I’m lying in the middle of Jude’s huge bed. I’m going to force myself to get up, but I need a few extra minutes to recoup. I don’t think I ever understood sexual gratification before Jude. The phrase has taken on a new meaning. He’s a fierce lover, and I’m even more surprised that I like him that way.
After Jude pulled me out of the tub and carried me to his bed, he rubbed scented oil over my skin. He took extra care of the slight, red indents the cuffs had made on my wrist. I think he was overcompensating because of my breakdown. I didn’t mean to scare him or make him feel guilty. I was overwhelmed by my own guilt, not just about Erik but about the things Jude doesn’t know I’m keeping from him. All this is weighing heavily on me, and I wish I could find a way to fix this without someone getting hurt.
As I slip out of his bed, I realize I was so wrapped up in Jude and my growing feelings for him that I didn’t pay any attention to his bedroom. The bed is a gigantic, dark, wooden four-poster. The bed sticks out against the light wood of the wall. My feet sink into the soft carpeting as I pull my clothes back on. The views of the lake from the floor-to-ceiling windows are breathtaking. I realize the windows are actually sliding doors leading out onto a balcony. I’m tempted to step out and enjoy the morning air, but I have a photo shoot and need to leave immediately if I don’t want to be late.
A short hallway leads out into the living area. I find Jude in the kitchen; my gaze is instantly drawn to him. Every time I see him, something flutters inside me. A dead emotion sparks with one glance from him.
“No wonder you were so pissed at me.” I almost forgot there was someone else in the room until he spoke up.
“Jay, this is Kylie,” Jude says. Jay’s smile is welcoming, his blues glowing with humor.
“Hi, Jay.” I walk over to Jude. He spins around on the stool so I can step between his legs. That hungry look is in his eyes, and the bulge underneath his briefs has not decreased. I wish I could stay and let him take it out on my body, but then I’d be incredibly late.
“I’ll see you later?” I ask. I’m not sure how long my welcome will last, and I don’t want to presume anything.
The look in his eye changes to surprise. “You’re leaving?”
“I have a photo shoot in a couple of hours.”
“More naked men?” he asks, his hands tightening on my waist.
“No. No naked men.”
“You can’t leave me like this,” he says glancing down at his obvious erection.
I slide my hand over his bare chest and abs, lean in, and kiss him softly on the cheek. “Sorry.”
“When you come back tonight I’m going to fuck you until you safeword.”
I love the image that conjures up in my mind. “I doubt that’s possible, but I’ll be looking forward to it.”
I squeeze that hardened bulge, and he gives me a warning glare. “Bye.” I turn to leave.
“Nice to meet you, Kylie.”
Shit, I forgot Jay was listening to our conversation.
“Nice to meet you too,” I say, not looking back in fear he’ll notice the embarrassment written across my face.
“Hope to see you at dinner.”
“What?” I spin around in time to watch Jude glare at Jay then turn back toward me.
“We have dinner once a month at Jax and Jay’s mom’s house.”
“Oh…I can’t make it.”
“You don’t even know when it is.”
“I don’t…think I should.”
“It’s Sunday, and you’re coming with me.” His gaze dares me to challenge him. He’s pulling me further and further into his life, and I need to back up.
“Jude…”
“You’re coming with me, Kylie.” He stares at me, and I glare right back. I hate that moment when I realize he’ll get his way. I shouldn’t enjoy his power trips so much, but I have to admit they turn me on.
“See you Sunday, Jay.”
Jay snickers as I walk toward the door. My defeat is shameless because I respect Jude too much to be ashamed of his dominating ways.
Chapter Fifteen
Kylie
“How was the photo shoot?” Stacia asks, pouring dressing onto her salad. The bistro down the street from our place is where we meet up at least once a week for lunch.
“It was great. I still can’t believe I have this opportunity.”
She stops eating and gapes at me. “Why not? You deserve this. You have a talent that can get you away from Mason. I only wish I was as talented as you are.”
“Are you kidding?” I ask.
She shakes her head and continues eating.
“I’ve seen your sketches. You’re more talented than I am. Stop dragging yourself d
own.”
“That’s just a hobby.”
“My photography was a hobby before someone gave me a chance. Aren’t you tired of pretending and scheming? Don’t you ever want more?”
“Every day.” She shrugs her shoulders like it’s an impossibility, a dream. “Is this about Jude?”
“Lately, everything is about Jude.”
She rolls her eyes and points her fork at me. “He’s got you hooked on his dick.”
“If that’s all it was, I wouldn’t be so scared. I expected him to claim my body, but now he’s starting to dig himself into places I’ve kept guarded for so long.”
“Most dominant men don’t just want your body. They want to own you, and from the look on your face, he’ll end up owning your heart.”
“The worst part is I was supposed to be pretending to be interested in him to get to his safe, but I’m lying to myself. I’m pretending I don’t want everything with that man. I just don’t know how to get rid of Mason and keep Jude.”
“If anyone deserves a happily ever after, it’s you. I’ve never believed in fairy tales, but I’d write one for you.”
“You? Write a fairy tale?” I can’t help but smile at that.
“Oh, it would be good.” She smiles wickedly. “Especially the part where the princess gets tied up by the big bad Dom and forced to—”
“Stacia!” I glance around the bistro and make sure no one’s listening.
“What? Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it when he ties you up and makes you beg?”
“Oh, I love it when he makes me beg. I just don’t need the whole neighborhood to know it.”
She shakes her head and sips on her bottle of water. “You embarrass too easily. What will you do if he takes you to a sex club?”
Now that’s a possibility I haven’t considered yet. I don’t think I’d be comfortable having sex with Jude in front of an audience, but I also know he puts on quite a show. I can only imagine how many women would envy me as they watch how sexually sinful Jude is. I can almost picture him causing me to lose all control and forget we have an audience. I’m sure Jude would make it an exhilarating experience, and maybe one day I’d be ready to experiment.
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Jude stands alongside the lake, the cool summer breeze blowing through his hair. He’s gazing into the distance, something he does very often, and every time he does, I wish I had my camera to capture him. This time I do. I pull it out of the bag and snap a few shots. The way the moonlight reflects off the lake causes an amazing silhouette of Jude’s shirtless frame.
My camera shutters as I continue to capture the rare chance to watch Jude in a vulnerable moment. He turns toward me abruptly, and the raw emotion on his face disappears, clouded over with a slight smile. I continue to capture him as he moves toward me. These pictures may be all I’ll have left of Jude when all this is over.
“How was your shoot?” He takes the camera out of my hands then pulls me into his arms. Though there’s a small chill in the air, his skin is still warm as I press my face against his chest.
I pull back so I can look into his eyes. “Good, but for the first time I couldn’t wait to be done.”
He smiles at me and does that thing he always does with his eyebrow. “You missed me.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I try to cover up the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. Missing him is an understatement.
“I’ll let you lie to yourself a little longer.” He hooks his arm around my shoulders as we walk into the house.
“My God! What is that amazing scent?”
“That’s my mother’s famous pasta sauce.” He walks over to the stove and uncovers the pot. The smell floats through the air. This man is perfection. He’s sweet at all the right times, he cooks like a master chef, and he fucks like a beast. What more can a girl ask for?
“Taste.” He holds the wooden spoon to my lips. It tastes as amazing as it smells. The slight sweetness of the tomato intermingles perfectly with a rich garlic flavor.
“This is delicious. How are you still single?”
He looks at me as though I’ve said something wrong, shrugs his shoulders, then continues to fix our plates.
After filling the plate with pasta and his delicious sauce, he places the plates on the table and grates fresh cheese on them before sitting next to me.
“Are you Italian?” I ask.
“My mother’s parents are from Italy, but my dad is British. My dad came to America as an international student and met Mom in college. They’ve been inseparable since. Love at first sight, if you believe in that.”
“I believe two people can have an instant connection.”
“And that connection can grow so quickly, before you know it you’re in deeper than you bargained for.” He looks as if that’s what’s happening to him, and if so, then we are in for more than we bargained for. I definitely didn’t bargain for my growing feelings for Jude and how something flutters in my belly when he looks at me in that intense way he is now.
After we finish eating, we sit in front of the television, watching an action movie as I cuddle up into his body. He makes me feel totally relaxed, and I’m asleep before we get halfway through the film.
I wake panting for air. I’m sweating, but I feel so cold that I begin to shiver. When did I get in Jude’s bed?
“You okay?” Jude is looking down at me, trying to see my expression in the dark.
“I’m fine.” I turn my back to him and hope my pounding heart doesn’t give me away. “Go back to sleep.” My response is muffled in the pillow I’m clutching.
He caresses my neck and shoulder. “You want to talk about it?” He begins massaging the tension from my tight muscles.
“It’s just a nightmare.” It’s more like a horror movie playing over in my head every night, except there’s nothing in those movies that can compare to the images that plague my mind.
“Anything that causes your body to shiver as hard as this has to be more than a nightmare.”
“It’s nothing. Seriously, I don’t even remember what it was about.” I can almost hear him contemplating his next move. I wait nervously for him to continue badgering me about the dream, but he doesn’t. Instead he lies back down, cuddling me in his arms. His warmth immediately makes me feel safe.
I get a weird ache in my chest when I think about the nightmare. The most frightening part was this time Shane’s face was so different. This time it was replaced with a dark-haired, brown-eyed Jude. If Jude ended up like Shane, I would never be able to forgive myself. I haven’t even begun forgiving myself for the first time.
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Dawn is glimmering on the horizon when I wake again. The room is a soft shade of amber, and Jude is hovering over me, intensely focused on my body. His featherlike touches over my skin, his gentle, caring gaze makes me feel unsettled.
He grazes my nipples with his fingers, causing them to pebble. He leans in and tongues one nipple, soft and slow. Instant arousal ripples through my body, and moisture pools between my legs.
He kisses my collarbone, then licks his way up my neck. As he settles between my legs, his hard cock brushes against my thigh. His gaze locks with mine, and I can see his next move coming. He leans in to kiss me.
And I panic.
That’s what I do—I panic. I push against his chest, turning my face away from his lips. He forces me to look into his analyzing gaze by pulling my head with his hand. I try to turn away, to resist giving him this last piece of me, but I know he’ll win. He pushes his cock into me swiftly, demanding my submission. I grip his biceps, eyes widening from the impact of him.
He watches me as he thrusts. I don’t know what he’s looking for, and I hope he can’t find it in my eyes.
“Give me your mouth,” he demands quietly.
I shake my head and moan as he thrusts again. “I can’t.”
“Let me have it, Kylie.”
I sigh. “I’m scared.”
“Of wha
t?”
“Giving you too much.”
He smirks. “I already have all of you, sweetheart. You just don’t want to admit it. Open up and let me taste you.” His cock bumps against my G-spot, and my lips part.
Jude dives in, swirling his tongue into my mouth much like the way he’s plunging his hardness into my depths. He kisses me aggressively, eating away at my free will until I’m lost.
His thrusts are rapid and aggressive. His forearms are braced on the bed, both hands cupping the back of my head. He’s holding me captive to the onslaught of his mouth. I lace my fingers into his hair and give in. I kiss him back fiercely. He moans into my mouth and begins a beautiful rhythm as his body and mouth consume me all at once.
He slowly drives me higher and higher, taking pieces of me along the way that I’ll never get back.
When he finally breaks our kiss, he looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “How can you deny you’re mine when you’re dripping wet for me?” He shifts his weight and pushes his cock hard against my G-spot. “Come for me, baby.”
It’s official; I love all sides of Jude. This soft side may be my favorite. He plays my body like a professional, and the moment I scream my release, he captures the sound with his mouth. He kisses me so hard our teeth clash and our tongues battle.
His mouth freezes over mine as he comes. His soft pants whisper against my lips; his body tenses and trembles as his cock pulsates inside me. I stroke his back as he leans his forehead against mine and absorbs his pleasure—my pleasure. Our pleasure.
I push my face into his neck and continue to hold his body over mine, desperately clinging to him.
“What are you doing?” he asks in my ear.
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