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“You like that, don’t you, having my full attention, taking my cock how I want you to. My Foxy letting me do whatever I want to her.” She squeezes down on me, and with one harsh thrust, I’m in so damn deep that I have no other option but to plant the palms of my hands on the ground for purchase.
“Jude!” The pitch in her voice changes, the need in her eyes sets me on fire, and the way her skin is dotted with goose bumps, I know she’s there.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Foxy.” The position we’re in keeps her clit stimulated the entire time as she falls apart, one orgasm rolling into the other, and while I lose her eyes, I don’t lose any other part of Ronnie. Her fingers find purchase in my hair, holding me as close as I’m holding her.
She says my name again and again, repeating it like a prayer. That’s when I feel it, more than normal. I’m fully aware of what just happened, and I’m going to make damn sure this won’t be the only time. I keep up my pace, Ronnie’s hold on me, the slamming of my hips thrusting in and out of her, it’s only a matter of time. A man can only take so much, and I’m at my limit. She’s it for me, my forever. Staying inside her will be my top priority, and I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make sure I do.
“Foxy.” My muscles lock up, one last plunge, and I stay still as the come surges from my body. All energy I had is gone. I fall on top of her, allowing her legs to drop from my forearms, and she wraps them around my waist, pulls me closer, and lightly grazes my back with her nails.
My eyes close as I nuzzle into Ronnie’s chest, loving the soft skin of her body mixed with the roughness of my five-o’clock shadow, leaving yet another mark on my woman.
“That was… wow.” Her voice breaks the haze. Pretty sure I may have blacked out at one point. That’s how fucking amazing it is to be with Ronnie.
“Not done with you yet, either. I didn’t even get to play with your ass, Foxy.” I go to move back, more than ready to take this to bed and fuck her from behind.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Now you’re in for it, Foxy.” I stand up and hold a hand out to help her up. We’re both a mess, and we’ll be doing it again. My gaze locks on our combined come that slides out of her pussy, painting her thighs, and goddamn, do I like the sight of Ronnie messy from being together.
16
RONNIE
I’m between awake and asleep, trying to open my eyes while my body attempts to pull me back under. My hand slides along the sheets, feeling nothing but cold cotton, and I remember Jude jerked awake sometime during the night. I woke up long enough to ask if everything was okay. He replied that nothing was wrong and to go back to sleep. That had to have been hours ago. I also should have gotten my lazy ass up to at least sit with him instead of rolling over, snatching his pillow, and falling right back into a peaceful sleep.
I sit straight up, realizing just how much of an asshole move I made by letting Jude go. It doesn’t take me long to do my morning ritual of stretching my arms and extending my legs before I get my butt into the bathroom. My bladder and my teeth need to be attended to, stat.
Jude’s bed is luxurious and also at a height where my feet don’t touch the ground when I swing my legs over the edge.It looks like I’m going to have to slide down this massive thing. My gaze bounces around, looking for one of Jude’s shirts. The one I wore last night in the living room is more than likely still on the floor after he peeled it off my body one devastating inch at a time. My body shivers thinking about finally having Jude inside me. I take a step, feeling the twinge of tenderness between my legs. It’s been a long time since I slept with someone, and my toys definitely aren’t near as big as Jude. Plus, there’s his piercing. The barbell isn’t huge by any means, still, it took some adjusting. And the sensations of it dragging along the walls of my pussy? Out-of-this-world amazing.
I make my way to the master bathroom and find a shirt on the top of the dresser. I slip it on and go about my business. When I get a look at myself in the mirror, I give myself a jump scare. There are lines on my face from the sheets, and my hair is sticking up on one side, making me look like a cockatoo. I try to tame the wild locks by combing my fingers through it, but nothing is working. It’s bedhead to the extreme mixed with Jude’s hands tousling it last night. I flip my head over, gather my hair in one hand, and pull a hair tie around the ponytail twice before turning it into some kind of crazy haphazard bun.
Once I’m done, I walk back into the bedroom, go to the stack of clothes I piled on top of my bag, grab a pair of panties to wear, and immediately put them on. As much as I’d like to have a repeat performance of last night, Jude is more important. Then I pull the covers up from the foot of the bed, arrange the pillows, and make the bed in an almost haphazardly way. I probably wouldn’t have even made it,except before getting in bed for a nap yesterday, it looked neat and orderly. Unlike my own at my place, the only time my bed is made is when I change the sheets, and that’s only because I don’t have a choice.
“Jude,” I lightly call out his name when I walk out of his room and into the hallway. I’m hopeful he woke up, took care of whatever had him jumping out of a deep sleep, and fell asleep on the couch. I’d have loved for him to get back in bed with me, but from what I’ve learned about him, he’s too selfless to do something like that. He’d rather put himself out than disturb me. I roll my eyes. As if my sleep is more important than his.
He doesn’t respond as I meander further into the hallway, peeping into each open doorway until I find him. Jude is sitting at his desk, shirtless, a couple of files scattered, and he’s tapping away at one of the three keyboards he has in front of him. What really throws me for a loop is the pair of black frames on his handsome face.Are they reading glasses or blue-light-blocking glasses?I think to myself as I watch him work away. He doesn’t realize I’m being a certified creeper or what it’s doing to my aching body.
Jude moves from one computer to the other, rolling his chair to the wall of doohickies, presses a few buttons and then moves back. It’s only when he looks up that he notices me.
“Foxy.” His voice is hoarse. I look at him, really look at him. Behind the hot guy tech dude he appears to be, I see so much more. There’s a tiredness beneath his eyes, and his jaw is clenched tightly. I’m beginning to think something is really wrong. He pushes his chair away from his desk andlightly taps his thigh, silently asking, no, telling me to move my ass and sit on his lap.
“Good morning,” I say, putting one foot in front of the other. As soon as I’m in reaching distance, Jude’s wraps his arms around my waist and settles me the way he wants.
“Mornin’. You sleep good?” He moves us back to his desk, managing to keep me where I am, balanced perfectly as he starts typing away.
“I did. It’s obvious you didn’t. Is everything okay?” I nuzzle into his neck, smelling his spicy scent and using his warmth to chase away the coldness in the air.
“Yeah, bad dream.” He doesn’t elaborate willingly.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I want him to know he can come to me for anything. After all, he’s all too aware of my fears, those that stem from a childhood I also don’t like to explore.
“Nah, I’m good. They happen from time to time.” I don’t push. Instead, I watch him work. The screens in front of him go through a mirage of different sequences. It looks like the inside of a plane. Another one slides up, and this one looks similar to the inside of an office. This time when I see a different image, I’m pretty sure it’s of Johnny’s club. The normally illuminated sign is turned off, only allowing me to see a glimpse of it.
“If you change your mind, I’m here,” I mumble.
“I appreciate that.” He kisses the top of my head in response. Jude’s phone lights up with an alert that displays Winnie left. I don’t say anything at first, watching what else happens. A couple more appears on the screen. Tysen and Macie are a set, whichmakes sense after hearing that they work together. Tys as a pilot and Macie as a flight attendant, although from what Jude said, Macie’s time in the sky is dwindling down with her pregnancy.
“Uh, Jude?” I get his attention when I keep seeing other notifications appear, with other people in his friend group, but also others I’ve never met before.
