CHAPTER NINETEEN

Cady

 

 

 

“JUDE’S HOME!” I ANNOUNCED when we got to the house.

He squeezed my hand. “Am I?”

“I hope so.” Not having him in my life had scared me more than anything.

And when he’d told me he’d almost been with another woman—two women—I realized how close I’d come to losing him completely.

I wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

Dane, Luke, and even Aiden broke into hollers and high fives when we entered the living room. My two youngest dragged Jude away from me, talking so fast I wondered how he could understand their excited chatter. Aiden extended a hand, which Jude grasped in both of his, treating my son like the young man he’d soon become.

All I could do was watch with a growing smile though tears prickled my eyes again. The boys just hadn’t been themselves recently. Now it seemed they were back to crazy-normal.

Joelle sidled up to me. “Are you gonna be all right now?”

“Yes.”

She brushed her palms together. “Then my work here is done.”

I walked her to the door and gave her a heartfelt hug, then Jude tugged me back to the living room and unceremoniously plopped me right in his lap. Right in front of the kids.

Luke waggled his eyebrows. “Just Bunko, right?”

“Bunko?” Jude asked, peering at me as my face flushed.

“Nothing.”

“Mom said—”

I cut across Dane. “Never mind.”

“We knew you’d been seeing each other or whatever,” Aiden added.

“Well, I guessed that when you caught us kissing.” Taking everything in stride, Jude pulled me deeper into his lap.

I squirmed to get free.

He just laughed and held onto me tighter.

“Mom was pathetic without you,” Luke just had to mention.

“Okay.” I pointed at the three of them. “That’s enough. Just because there’s four of you guys against me now doesn’t mean I’m not in charge.”

“Yes, ma’am.” But my oh-so-angelic children grinned while Jude brushed his cheek against mine.

Clearing his throat, Aiden said, “Let’s give them some privacy, huh?”

“Actually, I’ve got something to say to y’all.” Jude kept a firm hold on me, but his voice was less than steady. “First of all, I shouldn’t have left the way I did. That was pretty crappy.” His so-blue eyes lifted to the boys. “I missed all of you, and I’ll never do that again.”

I held in a torrent of tears, reminded once again of how much of a good man Jude was.

“It’s cool,” Aiden spoke for all, and his voice sounded thicker and deeper all of a sudden.

“Well, it really wasn’t cool at all, but I ’preciate that.” With a lighter tone, he went on. “And um, I don’t know if your mom told you, but the owner of the Carolina Crush invited me to check them out—or I guess have them check me out.”

I swung my head toward his, squeezing his hand. “You went?”

“Peyton Fox? Carolina Crush?” Much less subdued, Aiden rocked forward on his feet. “Are you gonna play again?”

Jude half-nodded, half-shook his head. “I went. I saw. I’m not playing again. My knee can’t take it. Buuuut, I’ve been hired as an offensive line coach.”

His grin warming, I turned to kiss him soundly then backed off enough to say, “I’m so proud of you.”

His cheeks turned pink, and he chuckled self-consciously.

A chuckle emboldened when Luke shouted, “Shit yeah! We’re gonna be super famous!”

“Are we supposed to leave you guys alone now?” Dane scratched his unruly hair. “Because I might be a genius or something, but I don’t really get all this adulting stuff, and I definitely don’t want to watch you lock lips again.”

Jude and the other two boys sniggered, but I straightened up.

“That won’t be necessary.” I ignored the desire to be alone with Jude as soon as possible, because some things were more important. “How about a game? All of us?”

“We’ve got school tomorrow and it’s kind of late.” Dane’s nose wrinkled.

“Maybe just this once we can all play hooky,” I suggested.

“Game night?” Jude asked in an undertone.

“We’re going to have to start doing something different on Thursday night,” I whispered back.

“Are we?” He studied me as if maybe he’d gotten the wrong end of the stick again.

“Assuming you can wait long enough for them to go to bed?”

One side of his mouth curled up in the delicious smirk that promised naughty things later. “Oh yeah.”

“You’re not gonna sit in Jude’s lap the whole time though, right? Because . . .” Luke made a bunch of gagging noises.

Aiden shoved him on the shoulder. “Grow up.”

“Shut up.”

Jude shifted me around so I sat on the chair and he stood in front of me.

Hands braced on the chair’s arms, he kissed me softly—to more gagging sounds.

“Is it weird that I missed this?” he asked.

I smiled up at him. “Maybe a little bit.”

****

“I thought they were gonna demand a damn rematch.” Jude grumbled, checking to make sure the front door was locked while I turned off the downstairs lights.

We’d made popcorn, chosen teams, and endured three games of Pictionary that were pretty excruciating considering our combined lack of drawing skills. In the end, the Game Night had devolved into a popcorn fight, reminiscent of the afternoon we’d drowned the kitchen.

It was perfect.

I’d just switched off the last lamp when Jude snuck up behind me. He swung me over his shoulder, and I very nearly squealed.

“Put me down,” I hissed, mindful of the boys.

He swatted me on the butt, taking the stairs two at a time. “Not a chance.”

“You can’t just caveman me around the house.”

“Watch me.”

Once in my room, the door very definitely closed, Jude slid me down his body, immediately capturing my mouth with his.

Tantalizing teases of tongues later, he impatiently hauled my sweatshirt over my head.

It seemed he struggled to slow down when he reached for the clasp of my bra then slipped it from my body. His hands returned, rough and warm, cupping my flesh.

I hissed at that first touch, pleasure crashing through me when he rubbed his thumbs across the stiffening peaks. Reveling in his caresses, I ran my fingers through his hair, along his jaw, down his throat. I tugged at his shirt urgently, wanting his flesh too.

He whipped off the shirt, flung it away, and a needy noise left my lips. Tall and broad and so muscular he made my mouth water, he watched while I drew my fingers through the springy hair on his chest then followed the trail with my tongue.

His groan reverberated against my mouth, and I only stopped my downward progress to the hardness of his stomach . . . to the hardness of his cock . . . when he yanked me upward.

Then he yanked off my sweats and panties. He clasped me to him, drawing my leg to his hip, which opened the heated wetness of my slit. I rocked against his firm erection, whimpering into the hot cavern of his mouth while his tongue took a wild trip inside mine.

I broke free, gasping. “I want—”

“What?” His knuckles swept beneath my chin, lifting my face. “You know I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Your cock in my mouth.”

His eyes dropped to my lips, his nostrils flaring.

His voice gruff and deep, he said, “That’ll make me come real quick.”

I licked my lips in anticipation. “Good. I can’t wait to taste you again.”

Features dark and stark when I dropped to my knees, he remained still while I hastily opened his jeans. My fingers brushed over the solid thickness of his cock, and he tipped his head back with a curse.

Freed, his cock sprang out. So extremely hard, veins bulged and the tip had turned a slick purple. I smelled his heat. Smelled his masculinity.

The big fat erection I lusted over bobbed in front of me, and I salivated to have him in my mouth. Veins throbbing, balls heavy. I started with those balls, greedily lapping the large orbs, mouthing them while I touched no other part of his body.

Jude thrust me back, eyes low lidded and blazing blue. He tore off his boots, socks, and jeans then gripped my neck to drawn me back to his groin.

“More. Gimme your mouth, darlin’, so I can come down your throat.”

“What if I want it on my face?” I lashed my tongue along the wide base of his shaft.

His fingers combed into my hair and hung on. “That can be arranged. Jesus, Cady.”

I moaned loudly when the big head slipped between my lips. My eyes rolled back deliriously when I took as much of the thick cock as I could. I gurgled softly around the dick rooting in and out of my so-willing mouth. My lips tingled. My taste buds sang. I wished just once I could deepthroat him, but he was just too large.

My pussy wept, squeezing and releasing around empty air, so wet and waiting to be fucked full of the big cock I worshipped as wetly as I could.

Using both hands, I stroked the lower half, glugging on and off the rest of his magnificent shaft.

Jude swore over and over, his fingers clenching then relaxing in my hair. He didn’t guide me, just held me. Held me and watched me and grunted every time I swallowed with him poised just at the entrance of my throat.

I produced slippery strings of saliva that combined with his precum. The blowjob foamy loud and hot, I couldn’t get enough of him stretching my lips wide and sliding across my tongue.

“Fuck, Cady.”

I peered up at him, pulling off to playfully lick all over him.

“I’m not gonna last long.”

Taking him back in, I moaned, and that was enough. He thickened, swelled, and came in great spouts I greedily pulled into my mouth. I let the last warm spurts coat my lips, drip down my chin, splash onto my breasts.

Covered in Jude’s cum, I shook and gasped as much as he did. And when I started scooping up his warm seed to feed into my mouth, he swore ferociously.

Dick swelling again to its full thick length, he stood still just long enough to watch me eat his cum from my body. Then he swung me up, pivoted around, tossed me onto the bed.

I bounced just once in the center before his huge hands gripped my ankles. Hauling me to the edge, he leaned over to wildly plunder my mouth. He left me gasping and clutching at air, my eyes shooting wide open when I felt him between my thighs.

“Tell me you’ve never gotten this wet for any other man.” He held my legs wide apart, kneeling on the floor between them.

It was true. “Just you. Only you.”

He gave a satisfied growl before setting on me with a hunger that blinded me to all but the pleasure only he had ever evoked.

Jude’s tongue danced around me, each appreciative murmur or softly worded curse taking me higher. Wet sounds joined his praise, and he lavished my pussy with melting lashes of his tongue and deep hard thrusts of his fingers. He opened me and ate me and had me writhing in heat for him.

My clit became a hot point he toyed with until the button seemed to swell upward for his tongue and his fingertips. On the precipice of release, I wailed his name, because he sucked my clit until tingles became nerve-quaking waves that strung me tighter and tighter.

I thrashed on the bed, gripping then releasing the blankets. My thighs spasmed. My hips bucked. I rocked with his mouth, and he kept sucking on that one pearl of flesh until I’d come all over his face more times than I could count.

When his fingers—thick and clever—arced me through another climax, I howled something unintelligible, body steeped in the most unbelievable sensation.

Sweeping up over my body, he pushed me into the center of the bed and lowered himself on top of me. Our mouths met, and he mumbled something in a strained tone before his cock reared between our bellies.

Hard and hot, the huge length seared my flesh.

Jude angled his cock down, and I widened my thighs.

“Fuck,” he swore, watching as I spread my pussy, opening myself for him to enter me.

“Please.” I sought his eyes in desperation.

With one wicked lunge, he took me wholly.

I cried out, a sound he captured with his lips and tongue.

Then he pounded into me, more forceful than ever. And it was hotter. More intense.

He cupped me around my shoulders, his chest against my breasts. My legs rose to his hips, our bodies soundly slapping and riding and writhing together.

He hit the center of everything every time he drilled deep into my cunt.

I couldn’t catch my breath.

His strokes became shorter, faster, even harder. Power struck his muscles into sharp relief, and I’d never been fucked so thoroughly.

And pure love stole my senses when he peered straight into my eyes at the very last moments.

“Cady. My Cady.” Harsh words tumbled from his lips.

I keened with the pleasure spiraling through me, the heat of his seed spilling inside me.

Our tight embrace locked us together . . . one body . . . one love . . . one future.

His ragged breath blew beside my ear, and slowly his body relaxed into a wonderfully heavy weight on top of me.

His sweat dampened hair clung to the side of my face, and his thick stubble rubbed against me.

He felt absolutely perfect.

Even more so when he propped up on an elbow and looked at me with such a slow smile my heart warmed from the inside out.

He rubbed his nose against mine then brushed our lips together. We kissed softly, and those light touches meant more because now we had everything.

Together.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to move again, but I needn’t have worried. Jude arranged me half on top of him and snuggled me right against his side.

I was running my fingers through the dark hair on his chest when he tilted my face toward his.

“I’m staying the night,” he stated with a surly expression.

I tried not to smile. “I had hoped so.”

“And I’m taking you on a date tomorrow,” he said as if daring me to say no.

“I can’t wait.”

His indigo blue eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Are you fucking with me?”

“I believe that’s what you just did to me.”

I kissed the firm line of his lips until they relaxed then parted to accept my teasing tongue. After taking his bottom lip between my teeth for a little nibble, I drew back.

“You’re not gonna fight me anymore?” he asked.

“Only if I want you to spank me.”

He growled, his cock surging against my thigh.

Ahhh. I’d figured out there was a lot to love about his younger age, not the least of which was his turn-around time.

But I placated him for the moment with another luxurious kiss before asking, “What about Rawls?”

“Hmm?” His voice vibrated from his chest.

“Will he be okay tonight?”

“Oh, him.” He winked. “Yeah. Actually he’s probably relieved to have me out of the house. I’ve been pretty grumpy.”

“I was so horrible to you, Jude.” Pressing my palm against the spot where his heart beat, I peered at him. “How can you forgive me so easily?”

“I was just waiting for you to come to your senses.” He smiled, one hand skimming from my hip to just below my breast. “And because I love you, Cady-darlin’.”

I ringed my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”

His hands fell to my bottom. “Did I tell you I like you in sweats?”

Blushing, I shook my head. “Really?”

“I told you, I love you. Lingerie, bikini, raggedy old flip-flops . . . any way I can get you.”