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That was all it took. In the next moment, the most beautiful thing happened.
“Cole,” she screamed, writhing and clenching. “Oh my God, Cole.”
There was no time for celebration, because the way she pulsed around had me coming immediately.
And as my own orgasm hit, I knew without a doubt this woman was it for me.
Chapter Thirty
Cole
Ihad a spring in my step, and even the bitter winter cold couldn’t keep me down. Willa had gone into the office, so after a morning spent cuddling and making her come a few more times, I got out of bed, showered, and got to work.
Jude, being Jude, wouldn’t accept my offering of peanut butter cookies alone. Not only did he shove a cookie into his mouth the moment I arrived, but he also insisted on going snowshoeing. I would have preferred to stare out the window and count the minutes until Willa came home, but with Jude, outdoorsy shit would always be on the agenda.
It was only ten, yet he was already on his third cookie. “I take it from the goofy grin, the cookies, and the circles under your eyes that tell me you didn’t get any sleep last night that things are going well at home?”
I bent down to give Ripley a scratch behind the ear. She was Jude’s constant companion and best friend. I swore he spent more time talking to his dog than he did humans. Not that Ripley minded. He’d found her in the woods a couple of years ago, a little puppy that he’d cuddled in the cab of his crane for the rest of the day, then nursed back to health.
That tiny, sick puppy had grown into an imposing mini horse. She was black, with a little shock of white on her belly. We thought maybe Bernese mountain dog with some Great Dane, but Jude claimed she was his dire wolf, whatever that was.
All I could do was smile at my brother.
He shook his head. “You love her?”
I nodded. “Pretty sure I do.”
He nodded into his coffee cup.
“Lemme guess. You chopped wood.”
“Twice. And I’m man enough to admit you were right.”
He held up the container I’d filled with three dozen cookies—though it was probably closer to two dozen by now; he had made quite a dent. “So these cookies are an official acknowledgment of my superior seduction skills?”
I gave him a mock bow, further feeding his ego.
Before I could blow more smoke up his ass, Ripley barked and skittered to the door, where she growled loudly. That was unlike her. Despite her hulking presence, she was usually pretty calm.
Jude strode to her and ran a hand down her back, trying to comfort her, but when a knock sounded on the door, she barked again, this time incessantly. It was pretty quiet up here on the mountain. People didn’t wander by Jude’s house and knock to say hello, so he and I were both instantly on guard.
Without a word, I grasped Ripley’s collar, and Jude went to the door.
As he pulled it open, we came face to face with two men wearing suits and sunglasses. Both were of medium height and an average build. Wholly average looking.
“Jude Hebert.” The man who spoke had close-cropped hair and was clean shaven. His posture indicated a steel rod had been shoved up his ass. Definitely feds.
He held his badge up, confirming my suspicions. “Special Agent Bryce Portnoy, Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
My entire body tensed. I hated law enforcement. Instantly, I broke out in a cold sweat.
Jude, on the other hand, was perfectly Zen. “I know. We’ve met several times. Can I help you? You looking for a hiking trail or something?”
“We came by to speak to you.”
Rather than letting the men in, Jude gestured for me to step out on the porch, then did the same and shut the door behind us so that Ripley didn’t run out. By the way she was acting, I couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t attack these guys.
“This is my brother Cole,” Jude said.
