Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4)

by R. C. Martin

  It hasn’t been so long that I can’t remember the last time she went silent…

  I toss a few things in my leather travel duffel and I’m out the door without even stopping to call her. I can’t say for sure that she wouldn’t answer, but I don’t want to take the risk of only getting her voicemail. It would just worry me. My woman doesn’t ignore me for no reason. Though, what could be wrong tonight is a mystery—a mystery that won’t go unsolved until morning.

  It takes me less than twenty minutes to get to her apartment—the late night traffic on a Thursday night almost non-existent. I spot her car in the parking lot, and when I reach her front door, I find it locked. My worry wanes and my impatience takes its place as I knock loudly on the door. When she doesn’t answer right away, I knock again—louder. Finally, I hear her footsteps, and I begin to relax when she unlocks the door and opens it hesitantly.

  “Judah?” she asks sleepily. “What are you doing here?”

  “Let me in.”

  She steps aside and I enter her apartment, dropping my bag by the door before reaching for her chin. I tilt her head up, wishing to get a good look at her. I see not one trace of distress. Her slightly mused hair and the grey t-shirt she has on, one of mine, are both signs of a woman coming out of sleep—nothing more.

  “You didn’t return my texts.”

  “That’s why you’re here?” she asks, shutting the door closed. “You’re checking on me?”

  “You didn’t return my texts,” I repeat.

  “I was with Geoff.” As she says the words, she twists her head, causing my hand to fall away from her face.

  “That hasn’t stopped you before.” She lifts and lowers her shoulders in a shrug and I reach for her chin once more. “You’re upset with me.” My observation is met with silence. “Why?”

  “I talked to Harper. I know where you were tonight.”

  “And?”

  She furrows her brow in anger, pushing my hand away from her before she speaks.

  “You had a plus one and you didn’t invite me. You knew you were going to see Ben and Harper tonight, and you didn’t even think to include me.”

  I slip my hands into my pant pockets as I say, “Tonight was about business, not pleasure.”

  She scoffs, bringing her hand to her chest. “I can do business. You think I can’t?”

  “I didn’t say that, Teddy,” I reply, my irritation evident in my tone. I do not wish to explain myself.

  “I should have been there,” she says, jabbing my chest with her finger. “You should have brought me.”

  “You don’t think I know that?” I brush her hand away from me and take a step toward her. She steps away from me, and I advance again, until I’ve got her backed up against the wall. “You don’t think I thought of you all night? Why the fuck do you think I was texting you? Huh?”

  She’s breathing heavier now, her eyes wide in surprise instead of narrowed in anger. Her doe-eyed expression gets me every damn time, and my dick hardens, our proximity igniting my need.

  “Why?” she whispers. “Why didn’t you bring me?”

  “I thought you’d be a distraction,” I mutter, pressing my hard-on against her stomach. “Turns out, not having you there wasn’t any less distracting.”

  She’s panting now as she reaches for the lapels of my jacket, pulling me closer.

  “Next time—”

  I don’t give her a chance to complete her thought, crushing my lips against hers instead. She whimpers, her grip tightening on my jacket as she presses herself on her tiptoes to reach me better. I drop my hands down to cup her ass, and she hikes a leg up around my hip. With a grunt, I lift her off her feet, lining up her pussy with my cock.

  “Judah,” she breathes, her eyes locking with mine. “Dammit—I want you.”

  A small, victorious smile tugs at my lips as I turn us around, heading for her room.

  “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

  When I wake after the dawn of Saturday, I can sense the silence of the morning that only comes with winter. I open my eyes and look over my shoulder, where I spot a mess of vibrant red hair. Teddy’s head is propped up on my back as she sleeps. More mornings than not, I wake with her touching me in at least one place. It’s as if she wants me to know that she’s not going anywhere, and perhaps that I’m not allowed to go anywhere, either. I don’t mind. It is a part of our dynamic, a part of our routine.

  If I stop to think about it, it seems almost unbelievable that in such a short span of time, I have allowed her to imbed herself into my everyday life. I never saw this coming; never imagined that I would uncover the exceptional woman that she is; never foresaw how intimate our relationship would become. If I stop to think about it, I realize that I’ve given her more than I can remember giving any woman in such a very long time. I do so not out of love, but a deep sense of trust—for that is what I can give her. That is what she has earned as she continues to choose me day after day.

  I won’t lie here and claim to know how long her love will last, or how long she will remain the pleasure that I seek. Simply knowing that our last day will come is enough for me to accept it without fear. I know that the secrets that we share will remain between us even after we no longer choose each other. Our intimacy will always be ours—it will never be tarnished with lies or betrayal. That is not who she is. That is not who I am. So while we may not have forever, we have our integrity. We have our trust. And we have now—which somehow feels like an immeasurable amount of time.

  If this were another morning, I would slip from beneath her and get dressed for a morning workout. However, today, when I turn my head and look out the window to find the reason for such a calm silence, I know that I won’t be getting out of bed any time soon. It’s snowing. By the looks of the blanket of white that covers my backyard, I’d guess that it’s been falling for a few hours. The stillness all but demands more sleep, so I close my eyes and allow the cadence of Teddy’s breath against my skin to pull me back into slumber.

  I wake again to the clicking sound of the closing shutters in a camera. Now on my back, I peek open one eye just in time for another shot to sound. When I see Teddy standing on the mattress, hovering over me, I open both eyes and she smiles down at me. She’s got her hair pulled up into a thick knot on top of her head, and she’s drowning in the charcoal grey, pullover sweater I had on last night. She said she liked it—that it brought out my eyes; but it looks sexy as fuck on her right now.

  “Good morning,” she practically sings, straddling me with her feet on either side of my waist.

  “Good morning,” I reply, skimming my hands up the back of her calves.

  “I had to check to make sure you weren’t running a fever when I woke up. You didn’t seem warmer than normal. Are you feeling okay?”

  “I’m fine. Why?” I ask, frowning at her in confusion.

  “It’s ten-thirty and you were sleeping. That never happens.”

  My frown melts into a smirk and she grins before snapping another picture.

  “You’re sexy even when you sleep—did you know that?”

  “Get down here,” I insist, tickling the back of her knees. She giggles, lowering herself until she’s sitting on top of my hips. “No more pictures.” She relinquishes her camera without a fight, and I set it on my bedside table before rubbing my hands up her tatted thighs. “I sleep more on snowy mornings,” I confess.

  “Really? Why?”

  “To me, snow is nature’s way of telling us to slow down. When I lived in Chicago, even in Denver, seemed like snow was the only thing that made the city quiet. It doesn’t happen always; those are cities that are used to snow—but if it’s heavy enough, no one goes out. It’s kind of amazing, actually. There’s nothing else like it. Spring, summer, autumn—you never really have a reason to stop quite like you do in winter.”

  She tickles my chest, tracing her fingers up my abs, around my pecs, and back down again as her eyes roam my face. For a few seconds, she doesn’t sp
eak at all; and she’s oblivious to the way she’s turning me on right now, I’m sure.

  “Is that why winter is your favorite season?” she finally asks.

  “Yes,” I say, my hands finding their way underneath my sweater and up her sides.

  She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as I cup her breasts, massaging them tenderly.

  “We’re not getting dressed today,” I tell her.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  “We’re just going to fuck, eat, and sleep.”

  She offers me a shy smile and an enthusiastic nod, and I sit up, sliding my hands behind her back as I hold her close.

  “I got you something,” I murmur, pressing my forehead against hers. I meant to present her with my gift last night—but we got carried away.

  “You did? What?”

  I kiss her lips, both of us keeping our eyes open, and then I encourage her out of my lap. She sits on her knees, her eyes following me as I head for the closet and then the bathroom. She’s fidgeting with the sleeves of my sweater when I return. I toss the bottle of lube between our pillows before I take my seat. I balance the black velvet box on one hand and her eyes dart back and forth between the box and my face until I offer her a nod. She reaches out and opens it, revealing three gold plated, stainless steel butt plugs, with crystal jewels on each end.

  Her cheeks heat in a blush as she looks from the plugs, to the lube, and then back at me.

  “Do these go…um…where I think they go?”

  “Yes,” I reply with a sly grin.

  She points at the largest of the three and whispers, “That one is really big.”

  “We’ll start with the small one, sweetheart, and work our way up. We’ll try them. I won’t force you, understand?”

  “Yes,” she assures me with a nod.

  “If you can handle the big one, you can handle my dick.”

  She breathes in deeply and exhales slowly, straightening her back before she says, “Okay.”

  “Shall we play with one now?”

  “Yeah.”

  Fuck—she’s perfect. So obedient. So willing. My wild girl.

  I take out the smallest plug and hand it to her. She studies it as I set the box aside, and then I take it and set it with the lube.

  “Breakfast first,” I insist, reaching for the bottom of my sweater to pull it over her head. She starts to protest, clearly misinterpreting what I mean by breakfast, but then she goes silent when I ease her on her back and spread her legs.

  The soft sound she makes at the first touch of my tongue makes my dick jerk. I suck on her clit, eliciting a moan, and then flick my tongue over her entrance. I free a groan at the taste of her arousal. She’s so damn good, I could eat her every day.

  I take my time—kissing, licking, nibbling—working her pussy until she’s completely turned on and feeling greedy. Her desperate whimper with every stroke of my tongue ensures me she’s ready to come, but I won’t let her. Not yet.

  I grip her hips and urge her to turn over—ass up, chest down. Her breathing grows ragged before I even touch her, and I know she’s anticipating the use of her new toy. I squirt a bit of lube at the top of her ass, letting it slide down to her entrance before massaging the spot with my finger. She arches her back, pressing into me, and a grin spreads across my face.

  My naughty girl.

  I lean down and bite the side of her ass and she yelps in surprise before she sighs with pleasure as I kiss my way around the teeth marks I’ve left in her milky white skin.

  “Jude,” she whispers.

  “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “I’m ready.”

  I kiss her ass once more before I pump a bit of lube in the palm of my hand. I then take the plug and coat it, warming it at the same time. I grip it tightly as I dip my head between her legs, licking from her clit to her asshole. When she moans, my dick grows even harder, and my own patience slips out of reach.

  “Deep breath, Teddy,” I instruct, placing the tip of the plug at her entrance. “Now, show me you want it.”

  Obediently, she pushes back and I press forward, inserting the plug until it’s all the way in. She groans, her fingers gripping at the sheets, and I kiss my way up her spine until my lips have reached her ear.

  “You good, sweetheart?”

  “Uh-huh,” she utters with a nod. “Touch me. Please!”

  A growl rumbles from my chest—my dick now undeniably hard and ravenous. I need to be inside of her. I want to watch as she takes all of me—as she unravels underneath me.

  “On your back,” I demand, lifting up on my knees.

  She flips over without hesitation, breathing heavy as she grabs her breasts. She’s fucking gorgeous—more turned on than I’ve ever seen her, and desperate as shit. I can tell by the wild look in her light brown eyes that she needs me just as much as I need her.

  “Want to hear you scream my name, sweetheart,” I mutter, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her hips off of the bed. I pull her toward me, sliding into her slowly and—

  “Fuck!” I grunt as she comes right away.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she cries, her arms flying over her head as she reaches behind her for something to grab hold of. “Judah! Oh, my god!”

  I don’t move, my heart pounding as her pussy flutters around my cock. She’s so goddamn tight—so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect.

  “More, please! Judah, I want more,” she gasps.

  I smile impishly at my wild girl as I ease my way out of her cunt before pounding all the way back inside. Slow and hard—that’s how I take her, both of us lost in our shared haze of lust and desire. When she begins to tremble around me, I grit my teeth, willing myself to keep my pace and not lose my shit. Everything in me wants to fuck the hell out of her—but not yet. Not until I’m ready to lose my load—and I’m not finished with her.

  “You want to come again, sweetheart?” I huff through my teeth.

  “Yes—yes—god, yes!” she moans, nodding her head at me.

  “Play with your clit, Teddy—squeeze my dick with your sweet cunt.”

  Hesitantly, she reaches for her swollen nub. As she begins to rub her fingers around it, I pound into her harder, unable to help myself. Watching her touch herself about unhinges me. When she starts to come, she presses her palm over her clit, spreading her fingers in a wide V, touching my dick as I pump in and out of her.

  As she begins to relax, I pull out, letting her legs down before I lean over her, crushing my lips to hers. She circles her arms around me instantly, pulling me closer; and I sweep my tongue through her mouth, kissing her deeply. After a moment, I press myself up on my forearms as I bury my dick in her pussy once more. Her mouth drops open as she spreads her legs wider, and I ram in and out of her hard and fast.

  “Judah—fuck!” she cries, arching her back as she tugs at the hair at the nape of my neck.

  I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I want to rule and reign one more time. I want to make her shatter beneath me. I want to remind her who owns her body—who has ruined her for anyone else—who is the king of her motherfucking world.

  “You’ll come one more time for me, sweetheart.”

  “I can’t! I can’t,” she whimpers, shaking her head from side to side.

  “You can, and you will,” I grunt, pressing my thumb against her clit as I lick the sweat from her neck. “Come for me,” I command softly into her ear.

  I pinch the delicate skin of her neck, just behind her ear, between my teeth. I bite down gently, spurred on by her ragged breaths in my ear. I fuck her even harder, holding back nothing, each thrust a necessary movement. I can’t be stopped. I won’t be stopped. And my woman will come.

  “Theodora—”

  “I’m coming!” she cries, her arms and legs locking me against her. “Judah!” she sobs.

  As her body trembles and shakes around me, her cunt beckons my own release. Without thinking, my teeth bite down—hard—as my body grows ridged in ecstasy
. It isn’t until I taste her blood that I realize I’ve broken her skin. I start to pull away to make sure she’s okay, but she stops me.

  “Don’t move—don’t move! Please. Stay,” she pleads. I can hear the tears in her eyes, and the last thing I want to do right now is stay.

  “Sweetheart—”

  “I can’t feel anything—and yet I feel everything. That was…intense,” she whimpers.

  A knowing grin tugs at my lips as I shift just enough to be able to see her face. Her eyes are closed, tears rolling down into her hair—her knot from earlier now coming loose. Her skin is flushed and glowing with sweat, and she looks exquisitely mine.

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  “Open your eyes and tell me again.”

  She opens her eyes and stares into mine, saying nothing as she looks at me. When she reaches up and brushes a strand of hair off of my sweaty forehead, she smiles at me before she murmurs, “I love you. And I’ll tell you again tomorrow. I promise.”

  “I look forward to it,” I mutter before sealing her mouth with my own.

  He kisses me until my lips are swollen, just the way I like. After he pulls out of me, carefully extracting my very first sex toy, we take a long shower together. When we’re finished, I comb my hair to one shoulder and then twist it into a long braid as he applies antibacterial ointment to the bite mark he left on my neck.

  My rough gentleman.

  He then slips into a pair of gym shorts, informing me that I, too, can don a single item of clothing before we head upstairs for food and coffee. I opt for his grey, pullover sweater, loving the way it feels against my naked skin; adoring the way it smells of him. Hand-in-hand, we make our way to the kitchen, where he boils water for French pressed coffee and whips up the most gigantic sausage and cheese omelets. I’m stuffed before I can even finish, and in spite of my caffeine intake, a nap sounds really nice.

  I tell Judah as much and he winks at me before clearing our plates and leading the way back to his room. One look at his sheets, a mess from our most recent and devastatingly pleasurable intimate encounter, and all thoughts of napping flee from my mind.