Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4)

by R. C. Martin

  “Judah!” she laughs as the cover-up she’s got on over her bathing suit gets drenched.

  I press my lips to hers and her amusement evaporates in an instant. She opens up for me, granting my tongue entrance into her mouth, and the sound of her moan as our tongues meet goes straight to my dick. I groan, needing her closer—needing her naked. Pressing her back up against the glass wall of the shower, I reach for the hem of her cover up and work to get it over her head. She helps me, taking over once I get it to her shoulders. As she tosses it onto the floor, I untie her bikini top, freeing her breasts.

  “Oh, my god, Judah,” she sighs, gripping her legs around me tighter as I bend down to suck on her nipple. She buries her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly as I bite down on her hardened bud. “Shit, you’re making me so wet. I’ve missed you so much.”

  I grunt in response, incapable of words as I abandon one nipple for the other. As I suck, I fumble with the ties of her bottom piece before ripping it from between us. Wishing to feel just how wet she is for me, I reach down and slide two fingers inside of her. She cries out, arching her body against mine, making me desperate as shit.

  “Goddammit, Teddy, I need you.”

  “Take me—please—take me!” she pants, pulling my head down to touch my forehead to hers.

  I shove my soaked underwear out of the way, freeing my cock before thrusting it into her hot, wet, fucking perfect cunt. She feels so damn good, I freeze for a second, willing myself to keep my shit together.

  “Jude…”

  I pull out all the way before ramming myself back inside of her, and she frees a whimper. I repeat the act twice more before I can’t take it any longer. I pick up the pace, my hunger for her guiding my every move.

  “Fuck—I missed this pussy—my pussy.”

  She belongs to me. No other dick has brought her satisfaction other than mine. No one has brought her the kind of pleasure I’ve given her. She’s mine—completely—and it’s time I left my mark as a reminder that she will always be mine.

  For I will always be hers.

  I am her fool. Forever.

  I find her clit with my thumb and she digs her nails into my shoulders as she crushes her mouth to mine. She kisses me greedily, biting my lip as her first orgasm courses through her. When she pulls away from me, gasping for air, I taste my own blood, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth.

  My wild girl.

  I pull out of her, my dick still hard, and set her on her feet. She doesn’t keep her hands off of me as I strip off my boxer briefs and reach for her bottle of soap.

  “Turn around, sweetheart,” I instruct before I begin to wash her body with my hands. I take my time, showing extra attention to her sweet cunt. She comes again before I finish washing her, and then it’s her turn to soap me down.

  When she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, my eyes roll backward as I fist my hands in her wet hair. She sucks me just the way I like, and I let her maintain control, reveling in her desire for me. When I need to slow things down, I pull her off my cock, and she looks up at me with that doe-eyed expression of hers. It’s been years since I first saw that look—but it still makes me weak—weak for her.

  Theodora Rose St. Michaels.

  I bend down and scoop her up into my arms, instructing her to turn off the shower before I carry her out. We dry off, leaving our towels in the floor as I pick her up once more—this time wrapping her legs around me as I ease my dick back inside of her.

  “I missed you so much,” she whispers against my lips, clinging to me as I take her to bed.

  “I missed you, too, sweetheart.”

  I crawl onto the bed, settling her beneath me before I take her mouth with my own. I kiss her long and hard, savoring the taste of her until my dick begs for me to move. I pull out slowly, easing my way back in even slower, and she sighs pleasantly as I bury myself balls deep.

  “Touch me,” she pleads, guiding one of my hands to her breast. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

  I squeeze her tit with one hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair with my other. As I work my dick nice and slow, I tilt her head, exposing her neck. I lick and nibble from just below her jaw until her shoulder, and then back again. Her hands roam everywhere she can reach before she settles them on the top of my ass.

  “Harder,” she whispers.

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I prop myself up on my hands, thrusting into her with greater force while keeping my slow pace. The look on her face as she stares up at me is proof positive that after seven years with my shy girl—I still fucking reign.

  “You’re in for a long night, sweetheart,” I grunt, thinking of all the ways I plan on owning her before I let her sleep.

  “Promise?”

  “Fuck, yes,” I grind out, moving to grip my hand around her delicate neck.

  “Oh, Judah,” she moans, arching her back as she covers my hand with her own.

  “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” I slide my other hand between us, reaching for her clit. I know I’m getting close, and this time I have no intention of holding back. “Answer me, Theodora.”

  “Yes!”

  Almost as soon as she says the word, her body begins to tremble beneath mine. I pump into her even harder, speeding up my pace just enough to push us both over the edge. We come together, and as she milks me of my seed, the relief that floods my veins is pure ecstasy. When I sit back and pull out of her, I let go of her neck and reach for my dick, smearing the cum that leaks out of her along her slit. Later, when I’ve recharged, her ass is mine.

  “Judah?” she calls softly.

  I take my eyes off her cunt, looking down at the exceptionally welcome beauty in my bed. Her long, damp, red hair is spread everywhere—a gorgeous contrast against our white sheets—and her skin is flushed as a result of our love making. She’s exquisite, and I can hardly wait to fuck her all over again.

  “Sweetheart?” I finally manage.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  I lay my body on top of hers, propping myself up on my forearms, framing each side of her head. I then press my lips against hers softly before I admit, “With everything that I am, I love you.” I kiss her again, my lips still grazing hers as I say, “Love me tomorrow.”

  “Always,” she murmurs, circling her arms around me. “I’ll love you forever.”

  She reaches up to seal her word with a kiss, and I don’t hesitate to return her affection. We kiss as though we’re making up for lost time, and I marvel at how good it feels—how good it always feels to be consumed by her. I was once told that in this life, if we’re lucky, we’ll find a love that makes us foolish—and I’m one fucking lucky bastard. I’ll never deny that I belong to the woman beneath me. And right now, with this kiss, I know that all I will ever need is the life that we have made together. All I will ever want is this.

  Her heart.

  Her body.

  Her soul.

  Just her.

  Just us.

  Words cannot describe what this book means to me; neither can they adequately explain how much of myself I poured into the completed work. I pushed myself harder than I’ve ever pushed myself; I beat myself up harder than I’ve ever beat myself up; and I wrestled this monster—my baby—until the very end. I’m sure it’s not perfect, as no finished work really is, but I can honestly say that I did my very best, and I’m so proud.

  I just want to take this space to give a quick shout-out to the people who truly helped wrestle this baby with me. So, Hayley—thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for being so invested; thank you for putting up with me on my good days and my bad days; thank you for morning brainstorming sessions; thank you for helping me make Jude sexy (Jeremy gets a shout-out for that bit, too); thank you for reading the whole thing twice; and THANK YOU for talking me out of deleting the half-finished project when I wanted to do so, just to see what it felt like…

  Stacey at Champagne Formats—than
k you for taking the time to make my monster baby pretty. It’s not complete until it’s in print, and I appreciate your efforts in helping me make that dream a reality.

  And last, but certainly and never least, I have to thank God for giving me the mind, the drive, and the heart to chase this dream that I love so much.

  I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When I’m not writing I’m reading; when I’m not reading I’m writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I’m an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.

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