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)
“Apology accepted.” I tack on a smile. Rory notices that I’m not mad at her. It’s my fault for not explaining the tattoo to Jude in the first place, and judging by the hard length of his dick growing beneath my ass, he likes that I’ve got a piece of him marked permanently on my body as well.
“I have some conditions,” Jude interrupts, breaking up the stare-off Zane is intent on having with me, even though he said his piece, and I forgave him.
“What’s that?” My brother slides his hand across the table, grabs the package of candy, and takes a few pieces. Jesus, instead of having an old-fashioned vending machine for cigarettes, we might have to bring one in for candy with this crowd.
“The cameras happen, inside and out, along with my security company manning it. You’ve got two women I love more than life in this building, and their safety is of the upmost importance.” Jude is getting what he wants, which means he’ll have to deal with Dad, because it won’t be me trying to convince him to get with the twenty-first century.
“Done. What else?”
“No ink or piercings until Rory’s eighteen or I’m there with her.” He points at Zane then his sister. “That includes using your puppy dog eyes on Foxy. I get that you’ll want ink and something pierced. We’ll talk about it, write down the pros and cons, then we’ll decide together if it’s a good idea, yeah?” There’s Jude’s protective side coming into the open.
“Okay.” Rory has already come to me, asking about a couple of ideas she has that she’d like to get. I’ve made a few comments, and without a shadow of a doubt, Jude will relent when she finally shows him the piece she’d like in remembrance of her mom.
“Good with me. The last thing I want is to lose my license.” Zane looks from Jude to Rory. “Sorry, kid.”
“No biggie,” Rory responds.
“What else, Jude? I’m sure there’s a list multiplying by the minute.” My brother isn’t wrong, but I already know what’s coming next. Jude’s hand skims to my lower stomach, teasing at a different kind of promise.
“You take Rory home, feed her the dinner that’s in the microwave, and stay with her till Foxy and I get home.” That isn’t what I was expecting, but I’m not upset about it, either.
“Alright, Rory, let’s roll.” Zane’s shop closed up a bit ago, and he’s been hanging out here instead of going home to sit around doing nothing in the silence of his house.
“Thanks, Zane,” Jude says.
“I’ll come say good night when we get home, if you’re still awake, okay?” I don’t want Rory to feel like we’re abandoning her. In the same sense, a night where Jude helps me close down the bar, and we have some time to ourselves, well, I can admit I really want it.
“Of course. I’m going to eat, study some more, shower, and call it a night anyways. Remember what you tell me, Jude. Children last forever.” Our table laughs. He also says there are other things that last forever, too, namely sexually transmitted infections. If he’s trying to scare her away from boys, I’d say he’s successful. We say our goodbyes, I go back to work, and Jude sits at his place in the bar, watching me every single minute until I close everything down.
25
JUDE
“Ithought they’d never leave.” I come up behind Ronnie, boxing her in on either side of the bar where she finished wiping it down and is now starting to put the barstools up for the cleaning service to finish the rest.
“I’m pretty sure the customers didn’t hang around until closing time because of the looks you kept shooting their way.” She arches her back, pushing her ass into my groin and making me emit a groan. My hand slides to her front, where I unfasten the buttons of her shirt one at a time. The mirrors above the bar along with the low lights make this all the fucking better.
“Good.” My mouth attaches to the side of her neck, and I lick the salty sweet skin. Ronnie’s head tilts, forehead meeting the crook of my shoulder, and she sighs as my fingers keep working the buttons.
“Jude.” I lose the taste of her when I lift my eyes to our reflection. The flannel shirt she’s wearing hangs open, revealing her heavy breathing as it lifts her chest. The globes of her tits almost spill out of the sheer lace bra, nipples peeking over the edge.
“Want your ass tonight, Foxy. Will you please let me finally have it?” My fingers pull down a cup of her bra, and I hold it in one hand as my other skates down her smooth abdomen. Ronnie draws in her stomach, allowing me to work along the clasp of her shorts. A flick of my thumb and index finger, and it’s undone. I pull the zipper down. The rasp and our heavy panting along with the low tone of a rock song is all that plays in the background. “Are you going to answer me, or should I just take your rocking into my dick as a yes, Foxy?” Her shorts drop to the floor, one foot steps out, and I know exactly how I’m going to place her. My hand moves away from her center and to the inside of her thigh, where my fingers grip the muscle, liking how she lights up for me. A tremble comes over her as I prop her knee on the seat of the barstool. Her ass juts out, and I’m more than ready to take her any way I can.