Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4)

by R. C. Martin

  In spite of the knot that suddenly forms in my stomach, I reply, “Of course, mom.”

  “It’s about Judah,” she begins, as if I hadn’t already guessed where this conversation was going. “He seems a bit old for you.”

  Her tone suggests that she’s trying to be kind, but I can feel myself growing defensive. I try and reign it in before I respond. “It’s only nine years, mom. It’s not like he’s ancient. He’s still young by the world’s standards.”

  “Teddy, you just graduated from college a few months ago. He graduated years ago. He’s had time to establish a career, buy a house—I just, I don’t know. Don’t you think you should be with someone who you might be able to relate to a little bit more?”

  “I relate to Judah just fine. Besides—have you forgotten my best friend is closer to forty than twenty-five? Age is just a number, mom.”

  I can sense it when she stops moving, her gaze trained on me intently. I don’t stop what I’m doing until she grabs my hands, forcing me to cease and look at her.

  “Older men tend to want different things than the younger ones.”

  I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. “If you mean to say that since Jude is older, he’s more focused—then yes, you’re right. He’s very focused and very intentional about everything that he does.”

  “And what does he want with you? What are his intentions with you?”

  “He’s my boyfriend. What do you mean?”

  “Oh, honey,” she coos, cupping one of her hands around my cheek. “I just don’t want you getting hurt, that’s all.”

  “And what does his age have to do with whether or not he’s capable of hurting me?”

  “You’re just still so young. I don’t want to see you get so attached that it crushes you if he ever decides he needs someone a little older—you know, once you’re done having fun.”

  I step away from her, crushed by her words. I know she didn’t mean to offend me, but I can’t help the way her statement makes me feel. “Having fun? You think he’s with me just because he’s looking to have a good time?”

  “Teddy—”

  “I’m sure he was having plenty of fun before me. That’s not what this is about. He cares about me. He’s committed to me. Do you know how long it’s been since he’s been romantically committed to anyone?”

  She holds her hands out, her whole body practically screaming, See? Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

  “He buys me flowers when he’s thinking of me. Did I tell you that? He held me for hours the weekend I found out about…” my voice trails off, the thought of my infertility reeking havoc on my emotions. I take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down before I continue speaking. “The point is, he means something to me. And I mean something to him.”

  “Oh, dear,” my mother sighs, reaching up to cup her hand around one of her own cheeks. “You’re already in love with him, aren’t you?”

  I stare at her for a moment, my lips sealed shut tight. I refuse to answer her. Partly because I’m sure she’ll have something negative to say about it, but mostly because I haven’t told Judah yet. I will share how I feel with no one until I’ve shared the depth of my feelings with the man I love. Instead, I turn away from my mom and continue piecing together the sandwiches.

  “Are you sleeping with him?”

  I gasp, my hands going still for a second before they begin moving even faster than they were before. “No offense mom, but whether I am or am not sleeping with Judah is none of your business,” I say, refusing to look at her. “I mean, I know you think it is, because I’m sure Harper tells you every time she reaches that stage in her relationships when she’s ready to seal the deal or whatever—but I’m not Harper. What happens between Jude and me is between Jude and me. Not to mention the fact that, based on this conversation, I’m sure you’d think my answer was some sort of poor reflection on him and how his age plays into him pressuring me, or something crazy like that. But you know what, mom? He’s never made me do something I didn’t want to do. He respects me.”

  “Okay, okay,” she says soothingly, tentatively wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry, honey. I trust you, I do.” She kisses my temple and I feel myself beginning to relax. “You’ve never been my impulsive child. I know this. So, if you say that what exists between the two of you is completely genuine, then I believe you. Just don’t fault me for being cautious. It’s my job.”

  “I know,” I murmur, bringing my eyes to meet hers. “But he’s a good man, mom. He’s not easy to get to know, but I know that he’s a good man.”

  “Well…” She pauses for what feels like a full minute. I’m anxious about what she might say next, but then she smiles at me and shrugs her shoulders. “Let’s get our good men something to eat, yeah?”

  My own smile puts me back at ease and I offer her a nod.

  “Good idea.”

  After we eat lunch, I convince everyone that we should all head into town so that Judah can look around and play tourist for the afternoon. When we leave, we travel in separate cars, and I take advantage of our alone time, asking Judah what he and my dad talked about. He doesn’t say much. Actually, he says one word—you. When I ask him what exactly about me they discussed, he said that my dad was just doing what he assumes most dads do. I’m not entirely satisfied with that lackluster answer, but I know that he’s given me as much as he will.

  When we arrive downtown and Judah finds a place to park, I stop him before he can get out of the car. It feels imperative that I kiss him—because he is being so great about changing his plans to spend time with my parents and me all day, and because I just really want to. I don’t mean to kiss him long, but soon after my lips find his, he takes over. We probably only make-out for five minutes, but it’s long enough to make my lips slightly swollen, my panties a little wet, and his cock erect. When he pulls away from me, he takes my hand and places it over the bulge in his pants.

  “You’ll be taking care of this later, sweetheart.”

  His words make my stomach flutter and my cheeks heat up in a blush—a blush that remains fully intact until I manage to shake away my lustful thoughts as we approach my waiting parents. Judah offers me his elbow and I cling to his arm for the duration of the afternoon. We wander in and out of almost every shop before we decide we are all hungry enough for dinner. We dine out, Judah covers the bill—against my parents’ protests—and then we part ways.

  Our ride home is a quiet one, save the music that Jude plays softly—the background noise to our silence. It’s not uncomfortable, our lack of conversation, but I’m not sure what to make of it, either. I wonder what he’s thinking and what he’s feeling after how we spent our day. I hope whatever my dad said to him hasn’t left him second guessing what we have between us. It did feel like my parents were finally starting to warm up to him after seeing how he is with me. Like I suspected, he wasn’t overly affectionate, but he kept me close or had his eye on me the whole time, like he so often does when we’re out. It’s, of course, one of the things I love about him. It always makes me feel safe and looked after, like I belong to him and he would never let anything bad happen to me.

  He takes us straight to his house once we’re back in town. I know he heard from his mechanic earlier this afternoon, and my car should be in driving condition by Monday. Seeing as I have no way of getting around until then, unless I go on foot, I have absolutely no objections to staying with Judah for the rest of the weekend. After he pulls into the garage, we both climb out of his vehicle, still not exchanging a word as we enter the house.

  I don’t even make it to the end of the narrow hallway before he stops me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back tightly against his chest. Suddenly, I’m not at all curious about what he might have been thinking for the duration of our drive. Now, the only thing on my mind is the way my body instantly responds to his.

  “Theodora—we’ve done as you’ve wished all day. Now, it’s my turn.”

  I
nod, melting further into his arms as I lean back against him. “What should we do now?”

  He brings his lips to my ear before he answers, his voice both soft and dark—deep and enticing as hell. “I want you to take off all of your clothes. I want you to go upstairs. I want you on your back, laying on the dining room table.”

  My eyes widen in surprise. We’ve had sex at the dining room table before, but I’ve never been naked and on top of it. “Judah, we—”

  “If you want my dick inside your pussy tonight, you’ll do what I say. I want you naked. I want you on that table. And I’m not asking.” He circles his tongue around my earlobe before he grazes the cartilage with his teeth. “Go, sweetheart,” he whispers.

  I step away from him without another thought, toeing my way out of my shoes right here and now. He’s been inside of me enough for me to know that to question him is to question the pleasure he gives me—and that’s just nonsense. His touch has always made me feel alive. A week ago, he told me that he would ruin me for any other man, that he would give me the greatest pleasure I have ever known. He’s not a liar, and I trust him with my body, with my heart—I’m his, and he has ruined me. I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone else.

  With only a hint of timidity, I shrug out of my puffy vest before unbuttoning and discarding my flannel shirt onto the floor. My bra goes next before I shimmy my way out of my jeans, then my panties. I look at him from over my shoulder, smiling when I find him staring at me with those grey eyes filled with lust. Without a word or a second thought, I follow his instruction, heading for the stairs before I make my way to the dining room, and then stretch out across the sturdy wooden table.

  It feels like forever before I hear him climbing the stairs toward me. I turn my head to watch him as he approaches. He’s completely naked, and the sight makes me shiver with desire. It isn’t until he’s almost at the table that I notice the tie he holds in his left hand. I don’t see a condom held between his fingers, which is what I expected, and my curiosity is piqued.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks, stopping just beside the table.

  “You know I do,” I murmur, looking up at him.

  “Hands above your head.”

  Obediently, I stretch my arms up over my head, and he takes his silk tie and binds my wrists together. Even though his knot is tight, the fabric is smooth and cool, and it feels refreshing against my skin. When he’s finished tying me up, he leans down and plants a firm kiss against my lips.

  “Close your eyes,” he instructs.

  I do as I’m told, my body now buzzing with anticipation.

  “My rules are simple. You don’t move. You don’t touch. You don’t scream. You just feel. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  I leave her on the table and make my way to the refrigerator, opening the freezer before perusing my ice cream choices. I decide on espresso, knowing how much she enjoys the flavor, and then I grab the pint and a spoon before returning to the table.

  She looks unbelievably fuckable, her milky, lithe body naked and at my mercy. It’s been a long time since I’ve played with a woman the way I plan on playing with her now. It requires a level of patience and self-control that I usually don’t care to practice. But I’ve been waiting—waiting to unravel her, to unleash her wild—to break her, my shy girl. Tonight, I want to bring her to the edge and leave her begging for more.

  “Judah?” she whispers.

  I don’t respond with the sound of my voice; rather, I bend down and press a wet kiss against the inside of her thigh. She gasps, which makes me smile before I lightly bite her flesh. She squirms, and my dick jumps, appreciative of the way her body speaks to me. I kiss her hip, the middle of her stomach, the side of her left breast, the base of her neck. When I kiss the smooth skin under her right arm, she giggles and jerks and I bite her shoulder.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  She stills instantly, her smile slipping. “Yes, Judah.”

  I remove the lid to the ice cream and scoop out a spoonful before I return to her hip. I bite her, hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpers and then gasps when I drop the ice cream on her sensitive flesh. I let it melt for a second before I lick it off of her body. I repeat the sequence of actions just below her belly button, then again just beside her waist, and again along the top swell of both of her breasts. When I stand at full height and look down at her, my dick grows even harder at the sight of my teeth marks all over her body.

  I can hear her breathing, her excitement evident in every inhalation. She’s been such a good girl—holding still, just the way I instructed.

  “Are you wet, Teddy?” I ask, moving to stand at her feet.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Does it turn you on when I bite you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes…”

  I set the ice cream aside and slide both of my hands under her knees, bending her legs and spreading her open. With her feet planted on the table and her pussy on full display, I can see just how aroused she is—her pretty, pink flesh swollen and glistening. She’s fucking dripping, and I want to shove my bare dick inside of that cunt so badly. I know she’s not ready. Not yet. She wanted to wait until she got tested again, but I sure as fuck will have my way the first chance I get.

  I have no intention of fucking her with my cock while she’s on the table. Not tonight. I’ll take her to bed when I’m finished playing with her—when I’ve got her so hot, she doesn’t even know what to do with herself. She thinks she wants me now—that she’s ready for me now—but she has no idea.

  I pull up a chair and sit before I drag her body closer to the end of the table so her pussy is right in front of me. I dip my head and breathe in the scent of her arousal. She smells incredible, and I can’t resist having a taste. Lazily, I drag my tongue from just above her ass, all the way up to her clit. She bucks her hips with a moan and I’m quick to slap a hand against her stomach, pressing her down as I bite the inside of her thigh.

  “Theodora,” I mutter in warning.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

  “What are my rules, sweetheart?”

  “Don’t move. Don’t touch. Don’t scream,” she replies, her voice airy and desperate. “I’m sorry.”

  “Do it again, and there will be consequences.”

  “Consequences?” Her voice hitches nervously at the end of the word.

  “No cappuccinos for the rest of the month.”

  “What?” she gasps, lifting her head to look down at me.

  I grin, feeling wickedly victorious. There’s only a week left in the month, but my shy girl loves her espresso. “Don’t move, Teddy. Now lie back and close your eyes.”

  She sighs, clearly worried about her ability to follow my rules, and then does as I command. I reach for the melting ice cream again, spooning out a scoop before letting the cold dessert drizzle down her slit. She gasps, her muscles tensing up as she tries to keep herself from moving. I chuckle, filling my mouth with ice cream before sealing my lips around her pussy. She moans just before I begin to move my tongue.

  “Oh, Judah,” she whimpers softly.

  Hearing my name on her lips is like being in heaven and hell at the same time. I reach for my dick and give it a couple pulls to relieve the ache of longing that has me so damn hard I can barely stand it. I need to be inside my woman—soon.

  I plunge my tongue into her entrance, letting go of my dick so that I can use both hands to spread her open even wider. I devour her, spurred on by my need, by the sound of her breathing, and my desire to feel her come all over my fucking face.

  “Jude! Oh, god—I’m going to come. Can I come?”

  Before I can pull away to give her an answer, I feel her fingers in my hair. I sit up and she gasps, her eyes locking with mine as realization hits.

  “Shit,” she cries. “No! Oh, my god!” She brings her hands to her face, and I swear I hear tears in her voice.

  “If I had known the reality of no cappuccinos w
ould upset you so—”

  “Fuck the cappuccinos, Judah—I just want you. Don’t stop. I need you! I’m sorry, I—just—please—please, Judah. Don’t stop!”

  “My sweetheart wants to come?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow at her. She nods emphatically and a smirk tugs at my mouth before I slowly sink one finger into her wet pussy. “You broke my rules, Teddy,” I murmur, gliding in and out of her as slowly as possible.

  “I know,” she says, her face a mask of desperation.

  “Maybe I should withhold your orgasm all together.”

  “No—Judah, please!”

  I push two fingers inside of her, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Teddy. So goddamn sexy.” The words fall right out of my mouth. I didn’t mean to say them aloud—I shouldn’t praise her for being disobedient, but I don’t regret it. The endearing look she gives me in return about breaks me.

  “Jude…”

  I move my fingers faster, sure that my previous threat was an idle one. I’ve brought her to the edge, and now I intend to push her over.

  “Judah!” she cries, thrashing her head from side to side. “Don’t tease me. Please! I can’t take it. I can’t. I want to come—please, make me come—please!”

  “Will you follow my rules?”

  “I can’t,” she whines. “I can’t control myself with you. You feel so good. I can’t help it. I’m yours, totally and completely. When you touch me, I can’t hold back. I just can’t, Judah.”

  Her admission is my undoing, and I no longer feel like playing.

  Fuck—I’m so fucking fucked.

  Without another word, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, fucking her vigorously with my fingers, needing her release almost as much as she wants it. When she reaches down and grips her hands in my hair, I don’t stop. When she closes her legs around my head, I don’t stop. When she begins to tremble beneath me, I don’t fucking stop. And when she screams my name, her insides fluttering around me, I lap up every ounce of her climax with my tongue.