Page 103 of Steadfast
“You want my cock or my mouth?” he asked. “You can have either one.”
Unff!“Both,” I whined and he laughed again.
“Can’t go slow,” he said, his lips grazing my clit. “One of these times I’m going to take my time with you. But tonight is not that night. It’s been too long.”
Indeed. He began licking and worshipping me, and I whimpered and moaned. “Oh fuck,” I panted.So close. “Come. Here,” I demanded.
“Yeah?” He tongued me sweetly. “It’s gonna go fast.”
“Now,” I demanded.
Two seconds later he’d parted my thighs and pushed all the way inside. “Fuck, yeah,” he said, his voice strained. He leaned down on his forearms, tattooed biceps flexing, and began to pump his hips.
I wanted to touch him everywhere at once. My hands flailed over his hair and down to his shoulders. My knees clutched his hips.More more more. What I needed was just out of my reach until I looked up into Jude’s serious, silver gaze. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips parted. But he still saw me. And he liked what he saw. “Love you,” he mouthed.
I couldn’t even reply, because I was too busy sinking back into his bed, my body quaking with release.
Groaning, Jude chased me to the same sweet finish line, and we shuddered and gasped together until the last panting breath.
He rolled off my body, turning his head to smile at me. “That didn’t take long. But I’d say you look properly fucked.”
“Cocky,” I teased, panting.
“I don’t hear any complaints.”
A beat later, we rolled toward one another at the same moment, meeting in the middle, my nose at his neck. His arms folded me into his chest.Love you, thudded my heart against his.
Likewise, his replied.
We didn’t say it, but only because we were still catching our breath. I traced the pattern of roses on his right biceps. The second time we’d ever had sex I’d asked him why he’d chosen those flowers. “My mother liked roses,” he’d replied. “Took me a while after I got that tattoo to realize how psycho it was to tattoo her favorite flower on my body. As if I could get her to care about me if I was wearing ’em.”
I’d always pitied him a little for his family situation. But now I knew how easy it was to shatter a family. My parents were still married, but they were only faking it. My mother hadn’t abandoned me when I was a third grader like Jude’s. But she’d abandoned the land of the living when my brother died.
We cuddled and kissed for a little while, but the clock ticked later and later, and I knew I had to leave.
“I can’t wait until next Wednesday,” I said, trying for a laugh.
He sighed instead. “This is temporary, right?”
“Right.”
“Good. Because I’m pretty sick of letting you go.”
“I love you so much,” I said.
He kissed me once more and then gave me a gentle shove to sit up. “I love you more. Now get out of here already.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Jude
Craving meter: 1
The next morningI realized it had been a full week since Zachariah had given me the tip about Marker Motors. I hadn’t called Mr. Marker yet because I dreaded checking the felony-conviction box on the application.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, though.
So I fetched my father into the shop around ten. “I’m going to stop in at a garage that might have an opening for me,” I confessed. “If you sell this place, I’ll need to find something else.”
