“I always want you,” I replied truthfully. Anywhere, anytime. I was like a big ball of want when it came to Jude. What had he done to me?
“Really?” His teeth lightly bit into the skin where my neck met my shoulder.
“Mhmm,” I hummed, my eyes closing.
“I like that, Tate,” he growled low in his throat, “I love that what I do to you turns you on.”
His thumb rubbed circles around my belly button.
My chest rose and fell with each heavy breath and I could barely keep my eyes open. “I need you. Now.” I panted, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet. Just teased.
“Your wish is my command,” he growled, his voice low and husky. He turned me around and captured my lips with his own, before lifting me up and hauling me over his shoulder. The air got knocked out of my lungs and I was pretty sure his shoulder bruised my stomach. But I’d take the pain if it meant I got to have him.
Jude ran inside and started up the steps. “We’ll be in my room, Pap…cleaning.”
I heard Jerry chuckle and call after us. “Cleaning? Sure, that’s what they call it these days.”
My cheeks flared with a blush, but I wanted Jude too bad to care.
He jogged down the hall into his room and slammed the door closed and locked it behind us.
He tossed me onto the bed and I bounced up and down a few times, letting out a small squeal as I tried to keep from falling off his bed.
While his bedroom at the townhouse was that of a man—gray walls, and black furniture—this was the bedroom of a boy. The walls were painted dark blue, the furniture was clearly hand-me-down and the comforter had blue and gray stripes on it. Clearly he’d never bothered to replace it.
I didn’t have long to look around, though.
He stalked towards me, reaching behind to hook his thumbs in the back of his shirt. He yanked it over his head and threw it across the room.
All that tan, muscled, and rippling flesh was a feast for my starved eyes. My tongue flicked out to wet my lips and then he crashed on top of me, pushing my body against the mattress. He pressed his whole body against me and took my face between his hands, staring into my eyes—staring right down to my very soul.
“I love you,” he whispered, and before I could reply he kissed me.
My hands gripped his arms, my nails digging into his flesh.
I needed him closer.
I needed more.
This wasn’t enough.
I pushed at him until he rolled over and I could straddle his hips. I leaned forward and my hair created a shield around us as I lowered my head to kiss him this time, taking control.
His fingers were bruising where he gripped my thighs and I knew he was struggling to hold himself back from taking things too fast.
He didn’t understand yet that no matter what we did, fast, slow, easy, or hard, I loved it all, because it was with him.
I laid my lips against his, not really kissing him, just feeling him.
I then opened my mouth and pulled his bottom lip between my teeth—letting it go with a pop.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I ignored his comment and trailed my index finger over his nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I love these freckles.”
You couldn’t see them from far away, but when you were face to face like we were now there were small freckles sprinkled across his nose and more over the tops of his shoulders. I thought they were adorable and gave him a boyish quality. But honestly, I loved everything about Jude because I loved him. Inside and out.
“You like those do you?” He smoothed his thumb over my cheek.
I nodded, biting my lip. “As much as you love my dimple.”
“That’s a lot then.” He chuckled warmly. His voice lowered and he murmured, “Now, where were we.”
He closed the distance between us, kissing me sweetly.
My body turned to liquid as his hands rubbed my body.
“Jude,” I gasped between our lips, “please.”
“Tell me what you want.” He nibbled my lips with his teeth and massaged the nape of my neck. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“You,” I breathed, my eyes closing, “only you.”
He flipped me onto my back and eased my shirt off of my head. His movements weren’t rushed. “You have me, baby.” He growled low in his throat as he peppered kisses over my stomach.
My body squirmed against him and he pressed a hand against my chest to still my movements. He chuckled as his hot breath blew against the top of my shorts, making my hips buck. “Simmer down, Tate. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”
Oh, God.
With his hand on mine he undid the button and zipper on my shorts and started to pull them down. I shimmied my hips a bit to help him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?” He stared up at me with hooded brown eyes.
“I know you make me feel beautiful.” I gasped as his fingers parted my underwear and slipped inside me.
I fisted the comforter between my hands and hissed between my teeth.
“Don’t ever forget that, baby,” he murmured, and then his mouth was on me.
Sweet mother of all things holy!
My brain short-circuited from all the nerves tingling in my body.
“Jude,” I moaned, squirming against him as his tongue laved at my center. My fingers delved into his hair and I wasn’t sure if I was trying to pull him closer or push him away. “Jude,” I tried to find my voice again, but it was barely above a pant. “I need you. Naked. Now.”
He chuckled, his body vibrating against me and I almost came right then.
“My sweet Tate is so impatient today, but baby,” his voice lowered further and he looked up at me with darkened eyes, “you’re going to have to find some patience, because this isn’t going to be quick.” His lips quirked up, promising delightful and devilish things.
“Can we do slow and then fast?” I begged, not even caring that my tone sounded whiney.
He bit my thigh and I yelped. With a smirk, he shrugged, “Whatever you want,” and then his mouth was on me once more.
My breaths filled the air as I struggled to hold on, but the way he was working his tongue…well, I was a goner. A small scream escaped me as my body shook and then he was on top of me, his hand over my mouth.
“Shh,” he soothed, “let’s not scare the old man downstairs.”
My cheeks colored with embarrassment. I’d totally forgotten where we were and that his grandpa was downstairs. In actuality the house was large enough that there really was no concern of him hearing us, but that thought didn’t stop me from feeling uncomfortable.
“Sorry,” Jude nuzzled my neck, “I didn’t mean to kill the mood.” His fingers ventured back down and my thoughts from before disappeared. I was pretty sure he could use sex to make me forget anything. “You have the sweetest pussy,” he growled, pushing his fingers further into me. “You feel and taste so fucking good.”
My cheeks colored at his words.
Jude raised his head and smirked when he saw the blush staining my cheeks. “Does my dirty talk embarrass you? ‘Cause baby, that’s not even as dirty as it gets.”
My cheeks grew redder and I could feel the heat spreading to other parts of my body.
“It does,” he chuckled, brushing his lips against my collarbone. “That’s cute, Tate. Come on, say something naughty for me.”
I wanted to bury my face in my hands, but my hands were currently grasping the comforter as his fingers worked me and I was pretty sure if I let go I’d float away.
“I don’t know if I can,” I panted, my hips grinding against him.
He kissed me deeply and released my lips. “Yes, you can. Please. For me?”
I was sure that my skin had to be an unattractive red color at this point. “Jude,” I groaned, wanting to kick him.
His fingers left my body and he used them to trace my lips. My tongue flick
ed out automatically and I could taste myself on his fingers.
“You can do it, Tate,” he murmured. “It doesn’t have to be naughty. Just…push your limits a bit.”
Fuck. He wasn’t going to leave this alone.
He rolled off me and lay on his back, crossing his arms behind his head. He turned slightly to look at me. A playful smirk turned up his lips. “No sex for you until you say something dirty.”
I eyed the bulge straining against his jeans and stared him down. “Really?”
“Really.” Waving his hand over the top of his jeans he smirked. “I don’t want to, but I can always take care of this myself,” he then gestured with said hand to show exactly what he meant, as if I didn’t already know.
I sat up, my hair falling forward to cover my breasts, which were still covered by my bra.
I bit my lip. Taking a deep, steady breath I steeled myself to say something that made me horribly uncomfortable.
I leaned towards him and his eyes sparkled. I let my lips brush against his ear and murmured, “I want your cock inside me.”
Okay, so it definitely wasn’t the dirtiest thing I could say, but for me…it was pushing it. Jude smiled wickedly, seeming to like it, so maybe I’d have to get better at pushing my sexual boundaries.
In record time he unclasped my bra, took off my panties, and removed his jeans and boxers. He maneuvered me with ease so that my head was on the pillow and my hair fanned around me. He stared at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but there was something else I saw in his eyes, and that look could only be summed up in one word.
Love.
L. O. V. E.
Four simple letters, but when you combined them together it created the greatest emotion we ever experienced as humans.
I’d never truly known what it meant to love another human being until I met Jude.
Yes, I loved my family, but that kind of love was different. It was the love of blood and bonds.
But the love I had with Jude it was a choice. My choice. He gave me happiness and he pushed me to be a better person. We had our ups and downs and more would come in the future, but I’d learned that it was worth working through, because this kind of love wasn’t something you gave up on and you did have to work at it. It wasn’t easy, but it was right.
He took my lips between his as he guided himself inside me. My body tightened at first and then relaxed to allow him inside.
He slid out all the way and murmured, “Say it again.”
If this didn’t feel so good, I’d probably kill him for torturing me.
Instead of whispering it, this time I clasped his face between my hands and stared into his eyes. “I want your cock inside—”
Before I could finish he pushed into me and I gasped.
He moved slowly, rolling his hips against mine in a way that had my back arching and my fingers clawing at his back. Sweat dampened our skin as we moved.
He lowered his head, swirling his tongue around my nipple, and then showing attention to the other.
I whimpered from the delicious pain as he lightly bit it. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. I was going to have to get over my embarrassment and read a book or something so I could show him the same kind of attention, because he deserved it.
He quieted my cries with a kiss when I came. When my body stopped shaking he pulled out and I whimpered.
He climbed off the bed and grabbed my ankles. I yelped as he pulled me down the bed and turned me over. He smacked his palm lightly against my ass and I let out a squeal. “Jude!” I gasped with surprise.
His only reply was a chuckle. Figures.
He smoothed his hand over the spot he just smacked. “I couldn’t resist.”
He grasped my hips, positioning me the way he wanted. His fingers found my folds and then I felt his…cock—maybe if I started thinking the dirty words more then they’d stop feeling so…well, dirty—nudge my entrance.
He slid in all the way and my gasp was so loud that he gave my ass another light smack. “Quiet, Tate.” He warned.
“Feels so good,” I hummed, turning my head so I could see him behind me. He stood so strong and powerful, but his hands touched me gently.
He leaned down so his chest covered my back. He grabbed my hair, pulling it away from my face. “You said slow, then fast, so get ready, Tate. I’m not holding back.”
Oh, the look in his eyes. It was full of mischief and excitement. I felt my groin tighten around him. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please. Hard. Fast. Now.” Apparently I could only speak in one-word sentences at the moment. Jude didn’t seem to mind, though.
He lifted up and grasped my hips.
He slid out of me and back in roughly. The headboard banged against the wall and I would’ve thought it was funny if I wasn’t too preoccupied focusing on the way his body felt joining mine.
Holy fuck, I really loved this position and wondered why we hadn’t tried it before. He was so deep and hit something inside me every time he pushed into me.
“Fuck, Tate,” he growled and his fingers dug into my hips harder. My legs began to shake. I turned my head further so I could watch him.
His head was bowed back, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly parted. The muscles in chest and stomach flexed and rippled with every movement. Watching him like he was now, I realized he’d been holding back on me. He hadn’t wanted to push me too far, but this time he was letting go and taking what he wanted, and I fucking loved that I could give it to him.
He pulled out, stroking himself and then sticky warmth covered my back. He collapsed beside me with a grunt.
“Jesus.” He groaned.
“My name’s Tate,” I retorted with a lazy smile.
He cracked his eyes open. “Such a wise ass,” he chuckled. He reached over, running his index finger along my lips. “You’re lucky I love this smart mouth of yours so much.”
“Is that so?” I asked, stifling a yawn. After our lovemaking I was exhausted. My lids lowered with the threat of sleep.
“Mhmm,” he nodded, looking as tired as I felt. “Don’t move,” he warned, rising from the bed. He pulled on his boxers and headed into the hall.
He returned a moment later with a damp cloth and wiped off my back.
“There,” he murmured, leaning further up my body to kiss the back of my neck.
I rolled over to face him as he tossed the cloth in a hamper.
He opened a drawer on his dresser and grabbed a shirt. He tossed it at me and I managed to catch it, despite the fact that my tired body didn’t want to move. I slipped the long-sleeved shirt over my head, reveling in how it smelled like him. I nearly drowned in it though. I knew when I stood the length would nearly hit my knees.
Jude climbed onto the bed beside me. He pushed the covers down and then pulled them over us. He spooned my body against his and yawned. “Nap time.”
“What about dinner with my dad?” I rolled over to face him, suddenly alert.
He lifted his head so he could see the clock that rested on the nightstand. “We have plenty of time,” he assured me. “Now roll back over,” he tickled my side, “so I can hold you.”
I did as he said, not because he was being bossy, but because I wanted to. I’d become used to Jude wrapping his body around mine as we drifted off to sleep.
In fact, it was getting more difficult to go to sleep without him.
Since we’d worked things out he’d brought up living together a few more times, but I always shot him down. It wouldn’t take much more convincing on his part for me to give in.
The fact of the matter was, I wasn’t scared anymore.
Jude told me he wanted it all with me—a future filled with marriage and babies.
I used to never imagine my future, but now I did, and it included Jude as my husband and a dark haired baby boy.
One day.
One day soon.
I sat straight up, staring around the dark room.
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“Oh, shit.”
My eyes darted to the clock and widened at the time.
“Jude,” I groaned, pushing his shoulder.
“Hmmm?” He hummed in his sleep. He cracked one eye open. “What?”
“We were supposed to be having dinner with my dad an hour ago!” I slid from the bed, frantically searching for my clothes. “We slept too long!”
“Fuck,” he growled hotly, rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “I’m sorry, Tate.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry!” I cried, grabbing my shorts off the floor. “Just get out of bed and get dressed. I have to call him and tell him we’re coming.”
“Oh, we came alright,” he smirked.
“Jude!” I picked his shirt up and threw it at his head, where he sat on the edge, deliciously rumpled.
He laughed as he put his shirt on. “It’s true,” he shrugged.
Once we were dressed we did our best to fix our rumpled appearance, but it was futile. It would take my dad two seconds to figure out what we’d been up to. I only hoped he didn’t comment on it. I wasn’t sure I could handle the embarrassment right now.
Since I’d driven here by myself we had to take separate cars to my house.
I used the time to try to calm down. I told myself repeatedly that everything would be okay, but so far I didn’t believe my own words.
It might’ve been better if Jude and I could’ve ridden together. I was sure he’d have done a far better job at making me feel better, because my self-imposed pep talk wasn’t working.
When we got to my house I was shaking like a leaf.
“Everything’s going to be fine, Tatum,” I told myself one last time before pushing my stiff body out of the car.
Jude met me and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Everything is going to be fine.” They were the same words I’d just told myself but they sounded more believable coming from his mouth.
Jude paused at the front door and gave me time to catch my breath.
When I knew I was okay—well, as okay I could be—I nodded and he opened the door.
The house was so eerily quiet that I almost believed he hadn’t arrived home yet, but when we entered the kitchen it was lit up, and he sat at the same spot at the kitchen table where he’d been the last time. Only now, he looked very different. His eyes weren’t angry and tired; instead they were full of trepidation and worry. He’d put on a little weight and his smile wasn’t grim like it was before. He wasn’t quite normal—or the smiling, loving dad I remembered from most of my childhood—but it was an improvement. So, I’d take it.
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