Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
The quiver of her body spurs me on. No way am I letting her come without feeling her completely. I plunge two fingers inside her pussy, wrap my lips around her clit, and suck hard. Her wetness coats me, tips to palm. The clutch of her muscles nearly makes me stop what I’m doing, but then I think better of it. My fingers hook upwards, then flutter back and forth while moving in and out. Ronnie’s eyes start to close. I hate the thought of losing them, except watching her come with my hands and mouth is more than amazing.
“Jude,” she chants my name in one long breath. I keep working, never stopping, wishing I had a fuck of a lot more room and neither of us were trapped in clothes. Ronnie is so damn beautiful when she comes hard and fast on my tongue. I know I’ll be doing this again, and soon. Fuck, she’s better than the first hit of nicotine after a long as hell night plagued with nightmares. I don’t slow down until her back meets the ground, her gaze lands on me, and through it all, the woman still can’t help but rock into me. I’m pretty sure one orgasm won’t be enough for her, either. A damn good thing since my cock is rock fucking hard again.
When I pull away, it’s not to help her up, it’s to get closer to her, to slide my way along our sweat-soaked skin and cage her in like I did this morning.
“You win,” are the words she greets me with.
“Foxy, we both fucking won,” is my response right before I seal my lips to hers.
13
RONNIE
“You should have gone home last night, Foxy. You’re gonna be so damn tired tonight.” I’m hugging Jude at my car the Monday following Rock the Nation. We’ve done it all, seen everyone we wanted to see, and even spent time with Steve-O, Jude’s friend. The shitty part of that situation is that Steve-O and his wife got into an argument in front of us, and while it became quite uncomfortable, it was more so for the kids. Jude and I made the best of it, scooting them away from their setup and taking them to our place.
We played video games with them, fed them dinner, and were about to figure out the sleeping situation when their dad appeared, a look of utter defeat written on his face. Jude texted him earlier of our whereabouts, his response was one word. The worst part is, it seemed like the kids and Steve-O were used to these types of scenarios. I’m unsure of the outcome, so is Jude, but he said he’d check on him when the dust settles.
“I’ll be fine, promise.” Dad called earlier today sounding like absolute shit, and I told him without any hesitation to keep his ass at home, and I’d take care of the bar. Jude looked at me like I had three heads until I explained what happened. Dad tried to find someone to fill in, but Zane’s tattoo shop is open, so he’s out. The other bartender is a single mom, and her schedule is super strict since tending bar is her second job.
“Still, go back to your place and sleep. You don’t have to help me unload the van.” He kisses the side of my neck and presses his body into mine further. A lot of the concert goers left last night. This morning cleared out pretty fast as well, and since the two of us didn’t have much in the way of plans, we took our time. Until the call came in, then Jude spurred into action, taking down all the outside stuff to be stored while I worked on the inside of his van.
“Or I can help you and take a nap with you when everything’s done.” I’m not ready for our bubble to pop.
Jude’s body freezes. My arms are looped behind his back, and he’s so much taller than me that he has bent at the waist. I’m not worried about the offer I made being the reason he’s staying still. We’ve been glued to one another all weekend. Where he goes, I go, and vice versa. The tattoos we got inked on one another say it all. Even before I knew Jude would be getting a fox on his heart, I had Toula draw mine out. Jude doesn’t exactly know what it means, and when the time is right, I’ll tell him.
“Fuck yeah, I’d love that. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” He lifts his head, and I’m tempted to laugh at his word of honor.
“I hope your fingers are crossed because I’m not giving you the same guarantee.” I tease the edge of his shorts with my fingers. We took care of each other numerous times since the first time, both of us using our hands and mouths, and another time, our bodies. We were completely bare, and I was so close to begging him to slide inside me but held back. I’m not exactly sure why that is, and since Jude didn’t bring it up, neither did I.