Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I understand.” Jude pulled me in for a fast kiss before heading up the stairs. “We don’t want Colt sending out his deputies.”
“Nope.” I chuckled because that was exactly something Colt might do. “But if he guesses, oh well.”
Jude’s eyes flickered with discomfort before he busied himself opening his bedroom door. “I’m not ashamed of what we have. Your brother might have words for me though.”
“Let him.” I rubbed Jude’s shoulder through his shirt, trying to ease whatever worry he had. Colt was overprotective, but he wasn’t a dick. The worst he might do was grumble a warning, not deck Jude. “He’ll get over it.”
“Yeah.” Jude didn’t sound particularly convinced, but he gathered me close nonetheless. “Where were we?”
“Bed.” I pointed, making my voice more of a command than a request. The dog chose the moment to come striding into the room, heading right for a chew toy laying on a blanket under the window.
“He’s likely to whine if I shut him out.” Jude glanced at Lucky like he might be about to banish him, when I knew full well he wouldn’t.
“He can stay.” I chuckled. Jude was absolutely keeping that dog, no question. Spoiled rotten already. The dog seemed happy enough with his toy, so I got back to the business of undressing Jude.
Peeling his clothes off had been one of my favorite pastimes the last few weeks, and I’d missed having all his fuzzy warmth to explore. Jude seemed equally eager to get me naked. I’d showered and put on a decent shirt before coming over. If Colt and Maverick had noted my date-ready appearance, they’d known better than to mention it.
I was only too happy to let Jude unsnap my shirt and push off my jeans as I touched every bit of him I could reach. As soon as we were both naked, he tumbled me onto the bed. He wasted no time in slithering down my front.
“I was gonna—” I put up a token protest.
“Me first.” Jude pressed a kiss to my lower stomach. “Please?”
“Well, if you’re asking…” I pretended to need to think when the truth was that my dick was already stretching skyward, tip leaking, my abs tensing with anticipation for what that man could do with his mouth.
Jude needed no further invitation before he started teasing. Where I typically went right for the main course, Jude liked to take his time driving me wild. He licked me like an ice cream cone until my hips rocked up to meet his devious tongue.
“Jude.” I turned his name into a plea. He had mercy for my pitiful state and took me fully into his mouth at last. I might be able to hold my breath a good long while, but Jude had unrivaled suction power combined with that devilish tongue of his.
“Fuck.” All I could do was moan as he reduced me to a quivering tower of gelatin. Not content with sucking out all my brain cells, Jude went for a new trick, running his finger behind my balls, across the thin skin there. He uncovered a new set of nerve endings I’d been largely unaware of, but I wasn’t complaining.
Far from it, actually. His touch felt good, especially coupled with his mouth on my dick. Curiosity mingled with desire as his finger crept lower until he circled my rim. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. He readjusted his position, returning with two spit-slick fingers to tease.
“Damn.” The curse was about all I could manage to convey how much I liked what he was doing. Well, that, and my hips kept bucking like a rodeo horse. Fuck. Much more of this, and I was going to blow. But Jude had spoiled me into a preference for shared orgasms. “Wait. Want together.”
“Me too.” Jude grinned up at me, releasing my dick but continuing to stroke my rim. “You seem to like the fingering.”
“Uh-huh.” If he was angling for conversation, it wasn’t going to happen while he kept touching me.
“Want me to top?” Jude asked conversationally.
“If you want.” I’d been curious about bottoming from the start, but I only wanted it if Jude was into the idea. His eyes flared dark with heat and need.
“I want.” Jude nodded, sounding a lot more decisive than usual about topping. Good because I was beyond eager as he reached for the lube and resituated himself between my legs to get serious about his teasing.
He eased a finger in, and I moaned. His touch felt so much better than whatever explorations I’d managed while jerking off. He was too damn slow, however, so I rocked on his finger, drawing him deeper and deeper until he found a particularly awesome spot.
“Holy fuck.” I clenched, which felt even better.
“You like?” Jude knew perfectly well I did.
“God, yes.” I groaned again as he returned with two fingers. I let him work me open slowly, enjoying the stretch, until I ran out of patience.