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“Jude.” It wasn’t a moan. It was begging. It was desire.
My lips took hers, stealing her breath as I thrust forward, pulling her down onto my cock and losing my goddamn mind at the feel of her silken heat wrapped around me.
“Oh God, yes!” she cried as I thrust into her again, shifting my hips for the right angle. My lips trailed along her collarbone as she bounced up and down on my cock, meeting every thrust perfectly as I held her against the wall.
My kisses turned to nips, reveling in the way she gasped and the way her nails dug into my skin. How her fingers went back to my hair, tugging on my long strands and driving me to fuck her faster. Each time she pressed down, she shifted her hips, grinding her clit against me for more friction. I imitated the motion right back and she cried out, tightening around me like a fist and pushing my control to the limit.
“Kenna. Christ, Kenna, yes,” I groaned. Her body trembled under my hands. Her hard nipples teasing me until my mouth captured one pert tip, running my teeth along the sensitive flesh.
Her body arched against me, her pussy squeezing me tight enough I swore I saw God himself.
“Kenna, Christ. Kenna!” I gritted my teeth, pressing kisses over her collarbone and up her neck again. I needed her lips. I needed to feel her cum around me. I focused all of my attention on her, forcing my mind away from my own impending orgasm.
“Jude, please. Oh fuck! Please!” She gasped and cried out. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she moved faster against me. Her thighs trembled around my hips. She was close. So close.
“Cum for me, Kenna. Cum for me. Now!” I kissed her hard, swallowing her screams of pleasure, pumping into her once more, twice more, before joining her. A second orgasm hit her just as mine was ending, making me shiver. My arm propped me up against the wall and I focused on not allowing my knees to buckle and send us both careening to the ground as she rode out her orgasm.
She was gorgeous like this. Head thrown back, a light smile on her lips as her jaw dropped and she shouted her pleasure to the rooftops. I hope every neighbor could hear her. There was nothing hotter than her cumming in my arms.
She clung to me. I couldn’t seem to stop kissing her skin, but we were both going to topple to the floor if I didn’t move us soon.
“Hold on tight,” I whispered. She wrapped around me, clinging tight and nuzzled into my neck. I felt my chest tighten as I held her close and walked us the short distance to her room. I laid her out on the soft blankets before going to the bathroom in search of a washcloth.
When I returned, she was cuddled up with the pillows and blankets, but immediately reached out for me. I took my time cleaning her up, cleaning myself up, before joining her on the bed. I pulled the covers over us and held her close.
We didn’t sleep. We just lied there, cuddled together, pushing the real world away, just for a little bit. Not worrying about anything but the connection and the closeness we both needed in that moment, and for that moment, it was good.
Chapter 17
KENNA
There hadn’t been a day that had passed where we weren’t together. Either Jude here in my home, or me over in his home. It was becoming normal. Oddly, normal. One of us would putter over to the other’s house in search of breakfast. For the most part, it was just friendship. That word felt weird in my mouth and in my brain in regard to Jude, but it was the truth. Kind of. Maybe.
We seemed to switch between being comfortable in the presence of each other to heavy hot sex from one minute to the next. The jar of bucket list items had dwindled down to only a few pieces of paper left. I had made sure we used that almost every time we had sex now. I had to. After that day, when I found out about my dad, I just couldn’t do it. It was too raw, too vulnerable. I didn’t want to be that vulnerable around Jude. I couldn’t let myself be.
In fact, the more I thought about it, in that moment, the more uncomfortable I felt. Jude was working away on his laptop while I lay sprawled out on his couch reading on my kindle. Sure, it was just because we were both tired of hearing nothing but the sound of our own breathing, but it was still somehow too much.
“I’m going to head back to my place,” I stated abruptly, closing my Kindle reader and sitting up on the couch.
“Why?” he asked, his eyes lifting away from the computer screen. He had his glasses on. The ones that made him look like Clark Kent and a sex god all wrapped up into one delicious nerdy package. I didn’t like it. Or I didn’t like that I liked it.
“Because.” I knew I was being distant and probably a little bitchy, but I didn’t like how it felt, being this close to him.
“Are you bored? We could do something,” he suggested, closing his laptop without a thought. I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to be like this?
“Maybe I don’t want to do anything with you,” I sassed. Yeah, I know, it was a low blow. But Jude and I weren’t friends. We’d never been friends. We couldn’t be friends. Ever.
“Well, who pissed in your cheerios, Red,” he chuckled. Like somehow my sass and bitchy mood didn’t even phase him. Of course, it wouldn’t. Why would it bother perfect Jude Lincoln? I felt that grating contempt fill up within me again and wanted to lash out. Lash out or…
“You want to do something? Fine.” I marched over to the jars and stuck my hand in, not caring which one I was reaching into.
“That’s not what I meant, Kenna,” he spoke, kindly. “We can play a game or watch a movie.”
No, that was the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want that. Not with Jude. No.
“This is the game, right?” I pressed on, pulling the little folded white paper and unwrapping it. “Lucky you,” I deadpanned.
“Excuse me?”
