Sanctified

by Maggie Blackbird

  Something strange flashed in Jude’s eyes, like he was uncomfortable or hiding a secret. “Uh... no. I’m taking Sunday off. It’s our weekend.”

  “Okay.” Honoring one’s deity was important, but he’d passed on church for her. Flattery warmed her belly.

  His thumb traced her cheekbone. “Let’s have a bath. I think we’re both needing one after working all day and then flying here.

  “And you haven’t vaped since we stood outside the airport. How about I run the water and you get in your nicotine fix?” He winked again. “We’ll finish unpacking first.”

  “Okay. Deal.”

  “Help yourself to the mini-bar. There should be pop in there if you’re thirsty.”

  “Thanks.” Raven opened the door to the mini-bar and selected an orange juice. Vaping always tasted better with something to sip on. And Jude was very understanding, knowing she was addicted to nicotine.

  There was also liquor available. She hadn’t thought about Jude drinking. Alcohol was confiscated upon entry into Ottertail Lake from the plane or taken from vehicles using the ice road upon entering the reserve.

  What if Jude drank this weekend? Maybe she was worrying for nothing.

  * * * *

  Jude finished filling the bath, having unpacked his clothing and other essentials about five minutes earlier. His heart wouldn’t stop hammering at finally seeing all of Raven instead of what he could glimpse in the back of his truck.

  Drawers opened and closed. Footsteps pattered across the carpet.

  Raven entered the bathroom sans clothing.

  A thick film of saliva filled Jude’s mouth. Talk about bold. He’d never expected her to come in naked, but there she stood. Beautiful high breasts. Slim hips. A landing strip of dark pubic hair. Flat stomach. Long legs.

  “You look...” He gasped. She didn’t even cover herself with her waist-length hair.

  “And why’re you still dressed?” Raven sashayed to the tub and placed a foot inside. “C’mon, before it gets cold.” Her tone was as sassy as her hip-wiggling gait.

  Jude removed his sweater. Raven’s full-on stare devoured his bare chest. As he removed his jeans, her gaze dropped. There was nothing like having a woman’s appreciating stare while a man shed his clothes.

  He left the rest of his outfit pooling around his bare feet.

  Raven’s eyes altered to a smoky expression. She curled her finger in a come on over manner ala Jane Russell.

  Jude sauntered to the tub. His cock bounced against his lower abs. She kept staring at his dick, smiling.

  “Lemme see.” She held out her hand.

  “See?” The truck mustn’t have given her a clear view the last time she’d wanted a peek, and she could peek again all she wanted.

  He stepped into the tub. The hot water engulfed his calves.

  Raven leaned in and lightly gripped his erection. Her warm skin melted around his boner, and a hiss snuck out from between his teeth. She eased her fingers from the tip to the base. Each stroke sucked the breath from his lungs. She held his stare, her lips forming into an O. Knowing she got off on playing with his dick left his breathing ragged.

  “I waited all week for this,” she whispered. Her tongue snaked from her mouth and traced her lips as if she was licking his cock. “Join me.”

  Jude eased onto his knees. When Raven’s hand left his cock, disappointment flickered in his stomach. But they had all night to get between the sheets.

  She splashed water over her full tits. Beads of moisture dribbled along her skin and trickled over her heaving breasts. “Wash me, Jude.”

  The sultry way she’d said his name, as if her pouty mouth had pecked his flesh, fired his nerves. From the tray, he grabbed the bar of soap he’d unwrapped earlier.

  Raven moved to her knees. The water swished. Jude worked the bar into a lather. He massaged the suds along her slippery toned arm. She closed her eyes. Without the false lashes, her natural ones were as long and black as the ones she liked to wear.

  “Why bother?” He massaged her other arm. Each swipe of the soap, her lean muscles flexed beneath his palm. Even her nipples remained erect. Big and beautiful with dark brown areolae. He’d never get tired of looking at her.

  The way she hummed and wet her mouth was a delight to his stirring cock. Was her pussy creamy like it’d been on Tuesday night, full of her musky scent? Even her breathing had intensified.

  He traced her prominent collarbones. His fingers lingered for a second. Then he traced her wet skin. Her chest swelled. Jude grinned. He cupped her breasts. Not too big or too small. Generous enough to fill more than his palms. He ran his thumbs along her nipples.

  Raven moaned. Her lids flickered. “That feels good.”

  “No idea why you wear them.” Jude lightly pinched her nipples.

  She hissed. “Wear what?”

  “Your false eyelashes. Your own are gorgeous.”

  “I like how they make me look.” She smiled.

  “You’re looking damn good right now without them.” Boy, did she ever. Her tits needed some sucking. Too bad he’d lathered them in soap.

  “Any woman is the bomb when she’s naked.” Raven giggled.

  “I mean it.” Jude leaned in and melted his lips over hers. The tip of his cock searched out her pussy, but all he got was her sexy thighs.

  She again licked her mouth. “You gonna wash my cunt?”

  Cunt?

  “What is it?” Raven pecked his cheek. “You seem a little shocked.”

  “I never heard a woman call her pussy a cunt.”

  “Mmm... I’m not a fan of the pussy word. I prefer cunt.”

  “Then cunt it is.” Who was Jude to argue? He dug the word, too. “And a washing it is.”

  He’d never gotten to wash pussy. Charlene had been too modest to let him slip soap between her cunt lips.

  He lathered up more soap. Raven’s arms encircled his neck. She lightly kissed his mouth. Her wet breasts squashed against his chest. He palmed the buzzed hairs she’d groomed into a landing strip and rubbed. The heat from her cunt warmed his hand. She ground her hips and arched her back, thrusting her pelvis in his direction.

  He slid his hand between her pussy lips and spread his fingers, parting her slippery folds of flesh. When he wiggled his index finger, she slowly rolled her head about in a circle, gasping.

  “Yes.” Her groan was hot on his ear. “More.”

  His cock throbbed as he stroked her clit. Her groans grew deeper and her breaths heavy pants. She widened her thighs and wiggled along his finger.

  Getting her off was creating an unbearable ache. She was fucking his finger, her pussy sliding and slipping on the tip.

  His balls hurt. His dick wouldn’t stop jerking. He swore she was caressing the tender spot at the head.

  Her hips bucked, and she cried out, draping herself in his arms.

  Chapter Seventeen: Tonight

  Washing Raven’s beautiful body, from her tits to her feet, left a deep ache in Jude’s groin that bordered on bursting. And he’d refused to let her wash him, or he would have shot his wad into her hand.

  He lavished her mouth with another kiss. Her legs wrapped his waist. Her arms encircled his neck as he guided them from the bathroom to the bed. She might be a tall woman at around five-nine, but she was light.

  “Jude,” she whispered. “Oh, Jude. You feel so good.”

  He felt good? She had no idea what her long legs, beautiful tits, and the warmth of her cunt felt like, slathering his body. And she sure knew how to groom someone. Not only had she shaved him, she’d massaged his scalp with such luxury she’d swaddled him in a cloud.

  Her lips kept showering his face with tender kisses. Sure, she’d come, but her lithe body told Jude she wanted more. He eased Raven onto the bed. Hair spread out, eyes a sleepy slumber, thighs splayed, and nipples straining for his touch, she was more than ready for him.

  “C’mere.” She wiggled he
r finger, gaze sultry. “Fuck me, Jude.”

  Oh, he’d more than fuck her. He buried his palms into the bedspread and lay half over Raven. Her arms snaked about his neck. Their lips met. He tasted her wet tongue that played and rolled along with his. The mint toothpaste she’d used earlier to brush her teeth flavored his mouth.

  Her hips came up, crotch rubbing his cock. His lips sought her neck, and he suckled at Raven’s throat.

  “Jude... I said to fuck me.” The words she said came out half angry and half begging.

  “So bossy.” He snickered and wiggled the tip of his prick at the entrance of her pussy. Her hips again came up. He plunged into snug flesh, slick and wet that swathed his erection in slippery heat. His cock pulsated. His nerves crackled from the teasing strokes her cunt lavished on his boner.

  “Damn, you feel good.” He pumped, working his erection back and forth.

  Her nails skittered across his back.

  “Harder.” She panted.

  He hadn’t held back as it was, so he thrust quick and deep. Her pussy was as cunning as Raven, coyly taunting him with her alluring sexuality. She used her thighs to grip his hips, clasping him around her.

  Shivers bumped down his spine. His prick bordered on bursting. He thrust faster and deeper as the exhilarating pleasure wrapped his skin. His release came fast, snuck up on him like fingers massaging his backside. The pleasure thumping at his groin rocketed through him, and the tautness invading his muscles slithered from his limbs.

  He buried his cum inside her.

  * * * *

  Raven nestled her head in the pit of Jude’s arm. In a bed. Finally. She traced her toe along the front of his calf. His nipples stood proudly. He must be as sated as she felt. She couldn’t resist and pecked the tiny bumps of his areola. His smell was marked with the scent of her pussy and the soap she’d used to wash him earlier.

  Although her body cried for nicotine, she refused to leave the sheets. Too warm. Too cozy. His skin was as comforting as the cotton sheets they lay in.

  She still giggled to herself that they were away for a weekend together.

  “What?” Jude’s voice was sleepy.

  “Nothing.” She scratched lightly at his flat stomach. “Tired?”

  “Mmm... a little. What time is it?”

  Raven turned her head to the clock on the nightstand. “Quarter to nine. But we’re an hour ahead. Long day?”

  “It’s always a long day when I have to get the kids ready for their weekend away.” Jude covered his mouth and yawned. “I said we’d go for dinner...”

  “We can always order in if you’re tired.” It’d be nice to lounge around the room, eating and talking.

  “Room service sounds excellent. They got great food here. I’m famished and could go for a steak and baked potato.”

  “I’ll order. Let me vape first.” Raven slithered out from beneath the sheets. She padded to the dresser to retrieve her leggings and a t-shirt.

  A wolf whistle came from the bed.

  “Like what you see?” She bent over and opened the drawer, making sure to wiggle her ass.

  “Do I ever.” In the mirror, Jude propped up on his elbow, grinning.

  Raven grabbed the clothing and turned. “I guess I know what we’re doing after we eat.”

  “I’m all for it.” His finger made designs on top of the comforter. “Let’s get dessert, too.”

  “Sure.” Raven donned the leggings and t-shirt. “Have a quick nap. I’ll wake you when the food arrives.”

  “Thanks, sexy.” He laid his head on the pillow.

  “How do you like your steak?”

  “Medium rare.”

  Yikes. She was all about well done. “Okay.”

  Raven slipped on her parka and mukluks and left the room through the sliding door. Although the courtyard possessed benches, small bare trees, and the skeleton frames of flower bushes, there wasn’t much comfort with light coming from everywhere. At times the reserve had its benefits being engulfed in darkness, so she could stare up at the twinkling stars. Some nights she even got to enjoy the dancing green lights.

  Once she’d satisfied her nicotine craving and called the dining room to place their order, Raven curled up on the chair in the sunken living area. Jude lay on his stomach, arms hugging the pillow.

  What do you see in me?

  Something resembling a bleak gray cloud formed in her chest. Maybe that was why she’d taken an instant dislike to Bridget the first time they’d crossed paths. Ms. Career. Ms. Education. Ms. Tall, Slim, and Beautiful. If Raven stacked herself up against Jude’s sister, she’d come out the loser. Not because of her looks. She could give the stunning Bridget a run for her money. It was the fact Raven lacked in the other departments of sophistication, finesse, and style.

  A part of her had even been a smidgen jealous when she’d found out Adam was dating the Matawapits’ beautiful daughter. Raven had assumed his choice fell in the men who categorized women as the kind a guy fucks and the kind a guy marries. But she’d been wrong. Adam had wanted away from the derogatory lifestyle and people who went with gangbanging.

  She’d done the same thing by choosing Jude. Wanting a life far from her previous one.

  Raven clacked her nails against her drawn-up knees. At least Adam might welcome her in his house.

  Someone knocked on the door. “Room service.”

  Jude rolled over. He swiped at his eyes.

  “Our food’s here.” Raven padded up the steps and to the door. “Stay covered.”

  “Charge it to the room, and the tip.”

  “Okay.”

  Raven opened the door.

  The attendant smiled. “Hello. Your dinner.”

  “You can leave it here. I’ll take care of it. I need the order charged to the room.”

  The boy held out a bill for Raven to sign. She made sure to add the tip.

  Once he left, she wheeled the cart in front of the dresser. “Lots of food.”

  “I’ll say. Looks like we got salad. Bread. Our main entrée. Dessert. A drink for you. I’ll get a beer from the mini-bar.”

  He’d smell like alcohol afterward. Raven’s stomach churned. She had to accept his social drinking. A few in the program didn’t mind their partners imbibing, but some couldn’t, insisting they were too new in their sobriety and didn’t want to be around temptation.

  “Everything okay?” Jude yanked on his sweatpants.

  “Um, what?”

  “You lose any more of your beautiful color, you’ll turn paler than these sheets.” He ambled up to her. The trail of hair below his naval disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

  “I’m fine.” Raven did her best to keep the strain from her voice.

  “Oh geez.” Jude used the heel of his palm to thump his temple. “You don’t drink. You’re in recovery. I’ll have an orange juice instead.”

  “No. It’s okay. It is.” She couldn’t tell someone if they could or couldn’t drink. It went against the program.

  “It’s cool. It’s not like I need a beer.” Jude chuckled.

  “Okay.” Since she couldn’t wheel the cart to the living area, Raven picked up the covered plates and carried them to the table.

  Jude reached into the mini-bar and uncapped an orange juice. He swaggered to the small dining table.

  Raven uncovered the food and sat. Her stomach growled at the scent of well-done steak. She’d managed some toast at work that morning on her break, which hadn’t satisfied her hunger.

  Her plate held the steak, a stuffed baked potato, and a side of greens.

  She wasn’t much of a vegetable eater, but maybe she should try. Growing up poor meant passing on fresh produce and vegetables because they’d cost too much. Food had come from a box or a can since those lasted longer. Or from trapping and hunting. Or the lake when they’d fish to replenish the freezer.

  “Looks good.” He laid out the napkin on his lap.
/>   “It sure does.” Raven cut into her steak.

  “You’re not eating your salad first?” Jude poured dressing over his.

  “I’ll pick at it. I’ll confess I didn’t grow up eating the five food groups.”

  “A lot don’t on the rez.” Jude shoveled a helping of tomatoes and lettuce into his mouth. “It costs a lot of money to ship fresh goods up our way. I’m glad Mom keeps a garden. She does a lot of canning in the fall.”

  “We never had a garden, but we did a lot of berry picking.” The meat was tender and heavenly.

  “Wild rice, too?”

  “You betcha. I could live off the stuff.”

  “Me, too. I never attended the annual ricing. I’m looking forward to it this fall. The kids have no clue how wild rice is harvested and processed.”

  A cold lump gathered in Raven’s belly. Each extended family worked together to gather the rice. She peeked at Jude who joyfully ate his food. He’d go with his family and she’d go with hers.

  “Bridget won’t say anything, will she?”

  “No.” Jude shook his head. “She’ll understand why we’re... being quiet for now.”

  “For now?” Raven shivered.

  “My family isn’t going to disown me because I’m seeing you.”

  “Will they approve?”

  Jude sighed and wiped his mouth. “I don’t know.” He pressed his lips together. “I can’t see it. Even Dad, as much as he’d first disapproved of Darryl, wasn’t a total jerk about it. I’ll admit he wasn’t happy. They did have a few... words for each other. But they eventually made their peace.”

  “My family will hate me.” Raven pushed at her green beans.

  “Kinda thought so.” Jude kept eating.

  “I mean really hate me. You don’t mind us keeping quiet?”

  Jude set aside his fork. He glanced up. “I guess we’ve been treading around this, haven’t we?”

  Raven nodded.

  “There’s not much we can do about it now. Elections are coming up. You’re your brother’s campaign manager.”