Page 37 of Savage Hate
I look down as his shaft stiffens and hardens, watching with a pulsing cunt as he tips his head back and stops moving his hand altogether, letting his bouncing, throbbing cock come all over the floor and his hand. His body jerks and shudders as some of it spurts onto my leggings.
“Fuck,” he repeats, falling back against the counter.
I. Can’t. Breathe.
“I’m sorry, I should go,” I blurt out quickly, turning around. I’m a couple of feet away when I realize I don’t want to leave.
That was the hottest thing I’d seen in a long time.
“Stop apologizing and look at me,” he commands, and I twist around just as he zips himself up and walks over to me. Lifting the hand that he used to jack himself off, he reaches up and drags his thumb across my lower lip, smirking as I stiffen. The salty taste of him makes me squirm, and Jude just grins as he moves his thumb inside of my mouth. I close my lips around his skin and suck, and his hooded eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. I stifle a moan as his thumb works my tongue, and I swirl it around a bit, imagining it’s another appendage. As quickly as he inserted it, he removes it, and I’m left wanting more.
I open my mouth to yell at him–for doing it or for stopping, I’m not sure–when he brushes past me. He leaves me alone in the bathroom, shaking,wanting,and nearly ready to explode.
twenty-two
Damon
Around midnight, Lola and Lennon leave our house, and Silas hasn’t stopped glaring at Jude. Once Ben, Fran, and the gang leave, fresh ink all bandaged up, I slam the door shut and turn to Silas.
“What the fuck is wrong, dude?”
Silas’ nostrils flare slightly as he sighs. “Ask him. He went upstairs with Lennon earlier, and she was all out of sorts afterwards.”
I cross my arms and cock my head as my eyes land on Jude’s smug face. “We’re supposed to be fuckingwithher. Not fucking her.”
I feel like a hypocrite saying that.
Jude gives me a small smile and rolls his tongue around inside his cheeks. Truth be told, the guy is terrifying sometimes. He’s so calm, so collected. Nothing ruffles his feathers. I’ve only ever seen him angry a handful of times. But he’s fucked up in the mind. Something’s not right up there. I love him to death, and he’s like a brother to me, but I would not want to get on his bad side. He’s capable of some Hannibal Lector shit.
“Who said Ididn’tfuck with her?”
“What did you do?” Silas asks.
I turn back to Silas. “Why do you care?”
He grimaces. “I don’t care.”
“Bullshit,” Jude interjects, grinning. “I saw the way you watched her tonight. Just admit it.”
Silas frowns and runs a hand through his hair. “She made my life hell. I can’t just forget that.”
“Can’t you?” I add, playing devil’s advocate. “She’s obviously not the same person that she was. And for some fucking reason, unbeknownst to me, she seems to fit into our trio perfectly.” Silas opens his mouth with a retort, but I shake my head. “You know it’s true. Somewhere along the way, we stopped trying to get revenge. Inking her last night, inviting her tonight—standing up to her mom,” I point out, glaring at Silas. “Can we all agree to call a truce? We’re all ten years older.”
Jude laughs, and I scowl at him. “Man, just tell us you want to fuck her.”
“Doyouboth want to fuck her? Is that why you’re acting psychotic?” Silas accuses, pointing a finger at Jude. “Admit it.”
Jude chuckles darkly, crossing his arms as he looks down. “Look at the pot calling the kettle black.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know why we’re arguing. She’s definitely fuckable. We can all agree on that.”
“I’m done with this conversation,” Silas growls, turning around and heading to the back of the house.
Jude watches me with a curious expression, and I lean against the wall next to the door. “You going to tell me what you did to her?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
Jude smiles innocently. “She walked in on me using the restroom. Nothing scandalous.” He turns and walks away, and somehow, I know he’s not telling me the whole truth.
twenty-three
