I should have answered him. I’ve made a mountain out of a molehill and he might think I’m far too much trouble. A mature woman would have responded. It was childish to leave him hanging all day. I wanted to text. I longed to call and hear his voice, but things are different now. I didn’t know I loved him yesterday. I didn’t realize how much he’d wormed his way into my heart until this morning. When he left, when I saw that look of doubt on his face, I knew I’d failed.
He was supposed to love me first. That was safe. That was the practical journey to my happily ever after, but I messed up. I played these stupid games and I failed miserably. I’m horrible at games. I’ve never been good with sticking to my own strategy. Why did I think this time would be different?
“Are you ready?” Emi tugs my sleeve.
“Take a deep breath, hot stuff.” I wink, ring the bell and listen to her whisper a quick prayer for both of us. She’s always been a thoughtful girl. I’m not religious, but I appreciate being included. In this moment, I need all the help I can get.
As soon as Emi recites the amen, the door swings open. It’s Ava. “You both look beautiful! Amazing! Get your behinds inside. A cold front’s blowing in!” Jumping with excitement, she waves us into the foyer.
With her arms around both our waists, she beams with pride as she walks us into her fresh digs. The place is incredible. It looks cozy and shabby chic, but I bet this look cost Declan extra. He’s been stressing for weeks about Ava’s preoccupation with a simpler life and it appears his gamble paid off.
She looks happy. Radiantly happy.
I knew it!
I gasp and reach for her belly. “You aren’t?”
She pushes my hand away. “Stop that. I just found out a few days ago. We’re not telling anyone yet, so shut your mouth. We plan to announce it at our reception.” She holds a finger across her mouth. “No blabbing.”
I clench my fists and growl. “We have a five-year plan Ava Jameson! We’re not due to visit babyland until 2024!” With Jude out of contention, I need to start from scratch.
She chuckles. “Well, I’ve got a head start. You can bitch, or you can get to work. Jude is in the living room waiting for you. I promise, the McCormick men are very potent.” She winks and pushes me in.
“Oh, my word, there he is. It’s Killian.” Emi whispers near my ear.
“Where?” I’m genuinely curious. You don’t go from novice to secret bad girl overnight.
Who is responsible for this speedy transformation?
Ava directs our eyes to the left. “That’s Killian in the dark gray suit by the bar. He hasn’t spotted us yet. Oh shit, here he comes.”
“Holy crap, he’s beautiful. Emi, you’ve outdone yourself.” My mouth falls open. This family has phenomenal genes. He might be the hottest one of all.
“He was a... priest?” I stammer, then lower my voice. He’s a stone-cold fox. A silver fox.
“Yes, he was. That is the former Father Killian McCormick.” She smiles and takes Emi’s hand. “Please, excuse us, Bella. Don’t wander off for too long.”
“Wander?” I frown. What the hell does that mean?
“Isabella Hamilton. You have some explaining to do.” Jude’s booming voice appears as a pair of thick hands fall on my shoulders.
Oh shit, he’s behind me.
Fifteen
Jude
“I’m waiting.”
I lean down to whisper in her ear and the scent of her perfume sets off a chain reaction. Memories of naked Bella flood my lovesick brain and I slowly unravel. Every nerve tingles. Every muscle tightens. All I want to do is drag this girl home and rip this flirty dress off her virgin body, but I need to play this cool. If my lady wants over the top romance, she’ll get it.
I swallow hard and try to remain calm. “I said explain yourself.”
“Are you mad at me?” With wide eyes, her head turns while her bottom lip trembles.
“Mad? Do you believe I’m only capable of feeling one emotion at a time? You’ve ignored me all day. I lost count how many times I apologized and now I want you to explain yourself.” I pull her into my chest and let my erection poke the small of her back.
She leans in and with subtle finesse, rubs herself against me. “I’m sorry. I promise, I missed you. But you hurt my feelings.”
The feel of her tight little body stroking my cock is too much to take. In front of a crowded room, I twirl her around, take her face in my hands and crash my lips to hers. The moment I taste her breath, the ache in my heart subsides. Killian was right. When the perfect woman walks into your life, you know. And I know. Bella’s my woman. She’s the girl I want to take for long walks on a warm night. I want to buy her flowers and candy. I want to write her long love letters and most of all, I want to make her my wife. If love is for suckers, then so be it. I’m a sucker. Let love take me and drown me in Bella for the rest of my life. I’m ready.
“What?” Her eyes fly open. “Did you say something?”
“Yes. I said I’m ready and so help me God, you better be ready too.” I roughly take her hand in mine and drag her out of the house. We’re going home.
Sixteen
Bella
I don’t understand what’s happening. One minute he scolds me, then he kisses me in front of his family and now we’re on the sidewalk marching up the street. This is a side of him I’m not sure I’ve ever seen. It’s wild, masculine, with a touch of broody. I’m embarrassed to admit, it’s freaking hot.
“Jude, where are we going?” I curl into his arms and hide inside his jacket. I’m willing to follow and see where this takes me, but I’m freezing and confused.
When a strong gust strikes from behind, he moves us behind a tree to block the oncoming wind. “I asked you to explain yourself but let me explain something to you. I love you, Bella. I’ve loved you since the day we met. You buzzed into my life with your poor imitation of Molly Ringwald and instead of making me angry, like I desperately tried to be, you made me fall head over heels in love with you.”
I gasp and clutch my borrowed pearls. “Mister, I gave you a damn good Molly! I had everything down pat. The walk, the bitchy expression, the sarcasm. It was all there!” I angrily push him away. I did Summer Stock for years and won’t have my performance critiqued by an amateur.
“And I want my panties back! You’ve ruined my set.”
He chuckles and pulls me back in. “For starters, no way in hell you’re getting those panties. You’ll need to pry them from my cold, dead hand. And I know Molly. Believe me, you were no Molly. Baby, you were tons better. Molly never gets me hard.” He takes my hand and places it on his stiff cock. “You feel that? This is how hard you made me while I interviewed you.”
Oh, my Lord. That’s hard.
“I got you this hard?” I bat my eyelashes and flirtatiously smooth down the front of his shirt. I’m playing with fire, but goddamn I want to get burned.
He grabs my wrist and a sinful smile appears. “I live a block away. Are you ready to feel how hard I can get? Are you sure you can handle me? Because once I get a taste, I’m not stopping until I split you in two and bury this cock deep inside that sweet pussy. I think that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
My heart flutters and my stomach jumps. Lord have mercy. That’s a line from The Senator’s Pet. No, it can’t be. When did he have time to read it? It came out two days ago. Trembling with lust, my hard nipples grow tighter. My core clenches with excitement. I’m too speechless to answer, but I look into his sparkling blue eyes and nod with enthusiasm.
“Really?” He appears stunned.
“What?” I’m confused.
“Nothing, baby.” He lifts me off the ground and twirls me around with glee. “I just hope you’re wearing your Friday panties because I won’t quit until I steal the whole week.”
I wag my finger and strut in the direction we were heading. “The joke’s on you. I’m not wearing panties. You cannot be trusted.”
He laughs, takes my hand an
d charges full speed ahead. “You just better hope that skirt doesn’t fly up. If anyone sees what’s mine, I’ll have to gouge their eyes out.”
Seventeen
Jude
Sweet Jesus, this girl has a dirty mind. Everything I’m doing. Every filthy word out of my mouth stokes her fire and I don’t understand it. Fuck it, I don’t need to understand. I just can’t believe it’s working. As soon as I get her into my bedroom, I lose my mind and discover a whole new side of myself. A side I never knew existed.
“I can’t wait. Bend over and hike up that dress. Show me that wet pussy, now.” With my eyes locked on hers, I point to the bedpost.
She feigns shock then quickly grabs the post and flips up the back of her dress. Holy shit. She wasn’t lying. No panties. “Like this?” She stretches forward, spreads her legs and arches her back.
I bite my lip to hold back happy tears. “That’s fucking perfect.”
“Do you think I’m wet enough to handle your big cock?” She coos in a higher, infantilized octave and pouts. Goddamn, she’s good. I’ll need to get a hold of whatever she reads.
I fall to my knees and run my hand through her dripping lips. She’s soaked down to her thighs. She so wet she gushes into my mouth and like a junkie with a filthy habit, I need my fix.
With slow, calculated strokes, I sink my tongue into heaven and feast on my woman. This is so much better than her panties. Bella’s thick honey feeds my hunger, heightening my frenzy, and hurling her into an orgasmic abyss. Lust and mania quickly overwhelm us. The more I explore, the harder her legs shake. When I suckle on her sweetest spot, her knees weaken, and her cries of ecstasy vibrate through her and into my mouth.
“Jude! Please, let me get on the bed.” Gasping for air, she begs for mercy. “I don’t think I can stay on my legs much longer.”
I stand and pull her upright. She’s flushed, sweaty and beautiful. And I am so fucking hard.
“If you can’t stand, maybe you should kneel.” I unfasten my belt and wait for her response to my improvisation. She doesn’t hesitate. With the fluid movement of a ballerina, she holds my gaze as she falls to her knees and reaches for my zipper.
This is unbelievable. My virgin is a secret fiend.
“I’ve never done this before, but I’ve been thinking about your cock for days.” Her eager hands go to work. Possessed by desire, she unbuttons, unzips and tugs my pants off my legs. Her giant lust-filled eyes gaze into mine, flickering with desire as she peels off my boxers and for the first time, I hear her confidence falter.
She gasps softly and licks her lips. “I don’t think I’ll get very far. Do you think you can help me?” Without waiting for my answer, she takes my shaft in her small hand and swirls her tongue around the head. She makes a hungry noise, murmuring with delight as she licks under, over and every inch of my aching cock.
When her gorgeous mouth takes me in, lingering and lavishing it with the kind of worship no man deserves, my eyes roll back in my head. Pleasure overloads me, and my heart prepares to pound right out of my chest. I’ve never been intimate with a woman I love. But there’s nothing better than this. Loving Bella and letting her love me is as natural as breathing.
“We should get on the bed.” I need more and I need it now. When I instinctively reach for her hair, winding my fingers in the curly locks that drive me mad, and I accidentally trigger a secret fantasy.
With darkened eyes and smeared lipstick, she gazes up and whimpers, “Help me get it all, baby. How can you deny giving me the whole thing when I’ve been such a good girl?”
Holy shit. That’s a line from the book I skimmed. A line I thought no woman would possibly ever utter. And yet here it is. My perverted girl’s on to me and she’s totally into it.
Excitement chokes me and I try to remember the rest of the line. “Are you sure you want it all? I’m not sure that dirty little mouth can take so much cock.” When I tug her hair, she squeals and plunges forward before I can give her a push.
“Give it to me, Jude. I can take it.” She licks and hums greedily as she fights for every inch. She pumps my shaft and swirls her tongue in every direction, suctioning, diving deep, and making me go out of my mind. She’s fucking incredible. I’m floored by her lusty ambition. There’s no doubting her talent, but she can’t take more than half. And no matter how much she begs for it, I can’t push her head down hard. I love her. If she injures herself giving me head, I’ll die.
“Baby, on the bed. Now. Naked.” I pull her off and stand her up. She looks confused and slightly pissed.
“I wasn’t finished.” She pouts and grips my cock in her hand.
“I said get on the bed and get that pretty dress off. You’re not making me come in your mouth. I want every drop to fill this pussy.” I roughly cup her sex and her jaw falls open.
She scurries away, tosses the dress over her head and reaches for her pump.
“Leave the pumps on. Just this once.”
She covers her mouth and slides back on the mattress. My greedy eyes watch every move while I fight to tear off the rest of my clothes. She’s a vision. Messy and naked, with her thighs spread open, she bites her lip and runs her finger through her gushing cunt. “I can’t wait anymore, Jude. This pussy needs that enormous cock right now.”
With a feminine gasp, I cover my heart. “Isabella Hamilton, as soon as this is over, I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap.”
She giggles. “You’ll need to wash more than my mouth.”
Fuck, she’s good.
Eighteen
Bella
He knows I know, and I know he knows I know. But it’s fucking magical. Before tonight, I couldn’t say the words. All this nastiness was on the tip of my tongue, but I was too scared to say it out loud. This is so much easier. We might recite other people’s lines, but that doesn’t make it less real. In fact, it makes it ten times hotter.
As he looms over me, my eyes drift to every chiseled inch of his gorgeous body, but it’s his lazy smile that pulls me in.
“What are you thinking, doll?” He leans forward and brings his lips to mine. His sweet kiss makes me regret playing a game. I don’t deserve this ending. I don’t deserve a happily ever after when I planned shenanigans from the beginning. With a heavy heart, I confess my sins.
“I love you, Jude. I’m sorry I tried to trick you and manipulate you into loving me.” My voice cracks as I fight the start of tears.
He laughs and kisses me again. “You never came close to tricking me. I’ve played games all my life to keep people away. I let you win because I needed you. I can’t live without you ever again.”
“What do you mean you let me win?” I giggle into his shoulder. “I don’t think I can live without you either.”
Without a word, he lifts his body, spreads my legs and runs his thick cock down my wet slit. “I think you want to rephrase the last sentence.”
“What?” My lips part in confusion.
“You think?” He bumps my swollen clit and teases me with two inches of cock. I whimper and reach for his chest. His girth surprises me, but the thrill of feeling him break me in, pushes me through the pain.
“Not think. I know I can’t live without you.”
“I love you, Bella.” He falls forward, crushes his soft lips to mine and lets his huge cock slip inside, inch by inch until I yelp from the growing friction that crushes my resistance.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You’re squeezing me so hard, but you’re so fucking wet. Do you want me to make this pussy mine?” He clasps my hands and holds them over my head. His stunning eyes hold my gaze as he grinds me into his cock.
He’s gone rogue. I don’t know this book.
“Make it yours, Jude. Wreck me. Make me crave your big cock always.” Desperate for more, I spread my legs wider and wind them around his back. But that’s not good enough for my dirty man. Lost in a fit of desire, he pulls his cock out, releases my hands and pushes my knees forward.
“Look at me, baby. Look
down and see me make it mine. Watch my cock spread this pussy open, stretch it out and make it fit me like a fucking glove.” He thrusts forward and I get my fill of the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. My mind unravels and the tension builds. With every thrust, I drown in chaotic emotions that reshape me into someone new. I need this man. I need to feel this close to him always.
“Harder, Jude. Make me believe this pussy belongs to you.” I’ve lost all decency and I don’t care. I’m in love and I need to come. I want him to feel me drench his cock when I come with him inside me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispers, strokes my clit and gives me a sympathetic glance. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Jude!” The damn breaks. My heart soars, my hips fly and my breath falters as waves of ecstatic nasty bliss crest and crash over me all at once. My hips grind into his. My fingers tug his hair and my nails scratch his back. When his mouth covers mine, I howl against his lips and surrender completely to this beautiful man. He’s sealed my fate. He’s got me. I’ll follow him to the ends of the earth.
“Don’t stop!” He quickly answers my pleas and plunges all the way in. A loud cry escapes my lips, but I shamelessly grind into him, seeking his cock while my walls clench and constrict around his thick length. Our voices break and sing as the friction mounts. When he feels me come again, gasping for air and holding his chest for purchase, he takes me harder and deeper, forcing his way back inside with every thrust.
“Baby, I’m close. Do you want my hot cum inside you? There’s no going back. You’ll have to let me fill this little pussy for the rest of our lives.”
Oh fuck, he’s back on the book.
My body shatters. My mind bursts. One climax hits, and another follows until I writhe and scream in a frenzy of pleasure that feels like it will never end.
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