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Jude

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by Lane Hart


  I'm smiling because, yeah, I might be a bastard for what I did, but at the same time, I'm feeling like a badass motherfucker again.

  "No, I came all over it." I exaggerate just a little. "Touch her again and I'll break every body part that comes into contact with her flesh."

  "Duly noted," he says before wandering off.

  In the pool, Sadie is laid out on a long float, sunbathing. And of course, every fucker here is watching her. Her eyes are closed, arms thrown over her head, a small smile on her face, pretending not to notice all the eyes on her. At least I know mine will be the only hands on her from now on.

  …

  It's easy for me to forget how young Sadie is, until she's with her friends. While I'd been looking forward to a seven hour drive alone with Sadie, and several pit-stops of filling her up with my cock, I hadn't bargained for Brayden. The girl has talked the entire fucking time.

  About absolutely nothing.

  Which doesn't really make sense, but it's the damn truth. I've tried to tune her out and focus on the road, weaving around all the horrible drivers in the Carolinas. On the way home I'm gonna slip Brayden some Benadryl or Nyquil to knock her the hell out.

  The three of us are in my dad's SUV, since it has more room for passengers and the fifteen pieces of luggage two girls carry for a one week trip. I packed a single duffle bag.

  Before we left Sadie's house, Coach gave me my instructions:

  1. Keep the girls out of trouble and out of jail.

  2. Don't let them get drunk or get tattoos.

  3. Don't let them go home with any boys or have any guys sleepover.

  4. Report back to him if any of the above occurs.

  We make it to the condo before the other four roommates. That's right, Cassie and Lauren are sneaking their boyfriends in with them. Brayden unfortunately broke up with the jerk from prom last night, which means she'll probably be glued to Sadie's hip all week. That’s fine during the days. I'll be working out. But at night she'll be in my bed, not out at clubs drinking and dodging jackass frat boys with her bestie. If they insist, I'll tag along and then fuck Sadie once we get home.

  The condominium is a nice, new looking place. It's a three story building on stilts across the road from the beach, which you can probably see from the balconies. There's a nice size in-ground pool and hot tub in the back, and a decent gym on the other side of the huge garage, which is awesome. There are four separate bedrooms, thank fuck, a decent size living room and kitchen, and three bathrooms, one in the master, one in the hall, and one between two of the bedrooms. I quickly steer Sadie into the master one, claiming it before anyone else can. It'll be nice not to have to get dressed every time we have to take a piss. Because I plan for us to be naked. Often.

  The master bedroom also has its very own balcony, which is a bonus. We're on the third floor so it's a great view of the rolling dunes before the ocean tide. I still prefer the view inside.

  For seven hours I had to sit beside a woman who's wearing a short ass cotton skirt and snug white tank top. It's a miracle we made it here without me wrecking and killing the three of us.

  When I step back into the room Sadie's got her luggage I toted up three flights of stairs, in three separate trips between hers and Brayden, laid out on the bed. Since I count that as my cardio workout for the day, I'm ready to make use of the king size bed. The one with open bags and suitcases completely covering it while Sadie flitters around the room unpacking. In the corner of the room there's a big leather chair. And it's empty. That'll work.

  After kicking off my shoes, I jerk my shirt over my head and start working on my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.

  "What are you doing?" Sadie pauses from her unpacking to ask.

  "Getting naked," I tell her, lowering my zipper and shucking my jeans, boxers, and socks in one move.

  "Oh," she says, blinking wide emerald eyes at me.

  "You gonna join me?" I ask, stroking my aching shaft which she's currently fixated on.

  "Um, well yeah. Whenever you want," she answers, making my cock swell and twitch enthusiastically.

  I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on while I watch Sadie undress. It doesn't take her long to get her few pieces of clothing off. I'm in front of her by the time her panties hit the floor, reaching for her hips to pull her against me. When my lips come down to hers she turns her head and I end up kissing her cheek. I cup the side of her face to turn it back towards me, but she resists and shakes her head.

  "No kissing," she says softly.

  I thought she'd been kidding about that shit yesterday, but she's fucking serious. She's not going to let me kiss her. I could make her, and I know she'd give in, but I'm not going to do that. Maybe she's right, and it'll help us remember that we're just fucking each other and nothing more. My chest aches at the thought because I want all of her, even though I can't have her.

  So instead, I drop to my knees. "I can kiss you here, though, right?" I ask, using my tongue to part her thighs.

  "Oh God," she moans, reaching for my shoulders to keep her balance. I'll take that as a yes.

  I throw one of her legs over my shoulder for better access, then I grip her thighs and eat the fuck out of her. She's already wet when I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I've missed tasting her over the past week, so I get my fill now before finding her clit and using my tongue to work her into a frenzy. I know she's close when she holds my head against her because her hips can't meet my tongue fast enough. She's letting me know how she needs it, and I'm more than happy to give it to her.

  It's all worth it when she cries out my name, sending that familiar chill down my spine before she convulses above me. I reach up to fill my hands with her titties while my tongue finishes her off because I can't resist them any longer. My mouth's going there next.

  When the last of the tremors leave her body I'm back on my feet with a nipple in my mouth, arms around Sadie to hold her up when her body goes limp. My cock's throbbing so bad I need to sink in deep or risk permanent damage to my balls.

  I carry Sadie over to the empty chair, spinning her, so her back is to my chest before I sit down. I hold her up with my arm locked around her waist while impaling her down on my hard length. She's still tight as fuck from her orgasm and feels incredible. It's almost more than I can take when she throws her legs over the outside of mine and, grabbing the armrests, starts bouncing up and down on my cock.

  "Goddamn, Sadie," I groan, reaching around to caress her titties while she rides me within an inch of my life. "Don't you dare stop."

  "Oh!!!" she screams when her body seizes up with another release, leaving me right on the edge. I grab her hips to hold her in place while I slam my cock up into her but it's not enough. I need to fuck her harder.

  Picking her up, I stay sheathed in her as I guide us down, putting Sadie face first on the ground. Once my knees are braced, I can pound my cock into her the way it's begging for.

  "Yes!" she yells, letting me know I'm not hurting her with the force of my thrusts. I reach underneath her and almost come when I realize her hand's between her legs. She's getting herself off.

  I cover her hand with mine, increasing the pressure until she gives it up for me again. It's all she wrote for me as my cock jerks, finally filling the condom, making me wish I was in her without the latex layer between us. I ride the waves of bliss to the very end, milking it for all it's worth, already thinking about the next time.

  I shift Sadie's hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck, then down her back, until she shivers. When I push myself off of her I notice there are still marks on her ass from how hard I hit her last night. I lean down and kiss them softly, running my tongue around the print of my hand.

  "I'm sorry I hurt you last night," I tell her.

  "I let you," she replies quietly.

  "Yeah, but I lost control. I didn't mean to hit you so hard...I was just so pissed and jealous."

  "I liked it at the time. It's been sore riding all day, though."
r />   "Shit. I'm an idiot, Sadie. I won't ever do that to you again."

  "What if I want you to?" she asks. "I like seeing you out of control and marking me as yours. That's why I didn't care who saw it yesterday. I wanted them to know too."

  Hell, I like hearing that a lot. Too much.

  "But what if someone says something to your dad? He trusts me with you."

  "They won't. Alex said they're all scared of you."

  "What?" I ask in surprise. "Scared of me?" Everyone’s always been scared of Jax, but now they’re scared of me?

  "Uh-huh. He said Matt was the only one that wasn't, but that he’s an idiot."

  "That's the fucking truth."

  "Alex is the one who told me to take Matt inside because he knew you'd stop us."

  "Wait, what?" I ask, letting her words sink into my blissed out, hazy mind. "You set me up? But what if I hadn't come inside and stopped you?"

  "I would've fucked him," she says simply, making me bite down on my cheek in anger at the mere thought. "But I was hoping you wouldn't let me. That's why I left the door open."

  "Holy shit! You little manipulator. And Alex wasn't hitting on you?"

  "No, he was telling me that you were having a shitty week at the gym and he thought it was because of me."

  "It was because of you,” I admit. “But I saw his fucking hand go down your bottoms."

  "Whose hand? Alex's?"

  "How many hands were in your bottoms?" I ask in a huff.

  "He put the ice down them to retaliate for me doing it to him. That's all."

  "Huh. Well, glad you told me, so I won't kick his ass the next time we train together."

  "Yeah, you don't have to worry about him or anyone else."

  "Good," I reply. "So I guess I should let you up now."

  "Okay."

  "I'm gonna go grab some groceries for my protein shakes and shit. You want me to pick up anything for you? Something I can make for breakfast or dinner?" I ask her.

  "Um, not really. Oh, but some Reese’s would be awesome right now!" she says excitedly.

  "Is that your after sex snack?" I ask, climbing off of her and getting to my feet.

  "Yes. I crave chocolate after orgasms," she says with a smile when she rolls over to her back, making my cock hard again when I look down at her laid out in front of me.

  "All right, so lots of Reese’s." Because she's gonna have a lot of orgasms. "Ask everyone else and text me a list if they want anything. When I get back, I want this shit off the bed and you in it naked with a roll of condoms. Got it?" I ask, pulling my boxers and jeans back on.

  "Uh-huh."

  I throw my shirt and shoes on then double check that I still have my keys, wallet, and phone, before I'm good to go.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sadie

  I take another moment to pull myself back together after Jude blew my mind. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I want him, I want exactly what we just did, but it's not enough. Unfortunately it's all I get with Jude, so I guess I can't really complain.

  I push myself up off the floor and take a shower while he's gone. After dressing in pajamas I open my bedroom door to ask for everyone's grocery requests and send Jude a text. When I go back to unpacking suitcases, Brayden comes in and squeezes herself into an empty spot on the bed.

  "So, you and Jude didn't waste any time, did you?" she asks, making my face burn.

  "Maybe."

  "You did!"

  "Yeah, and he told me to have all this off the bed and be naked in it when he gets back."

  "Are you?" she asks. "Because if you ask me, you shouldn't jump every time he says so. You need to make him work for it."

  "You have seen him, right?" I joke, throwing my clothes in the dresser drawer. "Saying no to him is pretty much impossible."

  "And you've agreed to just fuck him whenever he wants?"

  "Pretty much. That's all he wants."

  "Then you shouldn't let him sleep in here," she says.

  "I shouldn't?"

  "Nope," she says, shaking her long, dark waves. "If you're just fucking then he shouldn't get to sleep with you. That's what people in relationships do."

  "I've told him he can't kiss me."

  "Good for you, Julia Roberts. Draw the lines in the sand and then sit back and watch him lose his shit until he crosses them."

  "But what if he doesn't?" I ask.

  "Then you keep your distance without falling even harder."

  "You might be right," I concede. It's worth a try, even though I'll miss having him sleep next to me.

  …

  After Jude gets back we put away all the groceries and then order a pizza since it’s getting late. By the time we're finished eating I'm exhausted and ready to go to bed. I want nothing more than to curl up with him but...well, he doesn't.

  I go to the bedroom we claimed, grab the extra pillow and sheets from the closet and then take them to Jude who's sitting in the living room watching TV with Cassie, Ross and Brayden.

  "Here you go," I say, handing the stack of linens to him.

  "Ah, what the fuck?" he asks.

  "I'm going to sleep and wanted to make sure you have what you need for the pullout bed," I reply sweetly.

  His dark eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling and his mouth falls open. He hadn't been expecting that.

  "Goodnight," I say to him and everyone else before turning on my heel and heading back to my room. Before I can shut the door, Jude wedges it open.

  "What are you doing?" he asks.

  "Going to sleep."

  "Alone?" he asks

  "Yeah of course."

  "But I thought-"

  "What, that you'd sleep in here, too?" I ask. "We're just fucking, right?"

  His jaw falls open again as he stands frozen in place.

  I know that since Brayden's got her room to herself she and I could share tonight and let Jude have my bed, but I refuse to do that. Most likely Brayden will be sharing it with someone or multiple people before the week is out, and then I'd end up on the couch. Nope, not going to happen.

  I stand there in my pajamas, waiting to see what Jude will do. Say he wants us to be more, or deal with sleeping on the sofa?

  "Guess I better get changed then," he says. I refuse to feel disappointed. "Can I come fuck you in the morning?" he asks after jerking his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested. He doesn't fight fair.

  "Sure," my mouth responds quickly without my permission. I watch Jude remove his pants and then pull on a pair of nylon shorts over his boxer-briefs.

  "Goodnight," he says, barely glancing in my direction when he strolls out of the room, clearly unaffected.

  …

  I wake up when a cool breeze fans my nakedness like sheets have been lifted. I'm still out of it after a fretful night of sleep. The haziness clears pretty much as soon as I feel Jude's lips on my stomach.

  I blink my heavy eyelids open and find him hovering over me. His eyes are closed while he kisses his way up my body. I can't help but squirm when he gets to my ticklish ribs. Jude's dark eyes open and meet mine, taking my breath away from the lustful intensity burning in them. When his mouth covers my nipple his hand drifts down between my legs to make sure I'm ready for him. I'm always ready for him.

  Apparently Jude can't wait any longer because he settles his hips between mine, and I know he's come prepared when I feel the latex before he eases his hard length into me. After he gives me time to adjust he begins pumping faster and harder, his shallow breathing loud against my ear in the quiet, semi-dark room. I run my hands up and down along his muscular back and wrap my legs around his waist.

  Despite how good he feels moving in and out of me, my mind is a tangled mess that won't allow me to get close to a release even when Jude's fingers try and set me off by reaching down between us.

  "Shit, sorry, Sadie," he says against my neck after he finishes and I don't, the first words either of us have spoken.

  "It's no big deal," I say with
a shrug.

  "I can go down on you."

  "No, that's okay."

  Jude pushes himself up so he can look at me. "What's wrong?" he asks.

  Seriously? He's asking me what’s wrong? Well, let's see, he makes me feel like he can't live without me, then he breaks up with me. He gets upset when any other guy talks to me. He fucks me after knocking out the guy I was with, and he wants to know what's wrong? It's too much to keep up with. I want him however I can get him, but that doesn't mean it's easy to feel like he's just using me to get off. I'm head over heels in love with him, and he could care less!

  "It's early. What time is it?" I blink back the tears and ask, instead of telling him all that.

  "Six-fifteen."

  "Jesus, Jude! You do know what vacation means, right?" No wonder it's so dark in here.

  "I get up at six every morning," he says.

  "That doesn't mean that I want to," I reply.

  "Sorry, I just..."

  "Just couldn't wait until the sun came up to fuck me?"

  "No," he admits, lowering his head and brushing his lips over my neck.

  "Well I'm not the freaking 7-Eleven. My legs aren't open all night."

  Jude chuckles causing his body to rumble deliciously against mine. "It's a good thing you didn't let me stay in here or you wouldn't have gotten any sleep."

  I shiver with arousal at his words and refuse to admit that I didn't sleep much for wishing he was here doing exactly what he's referring to.

  "You could just tell me no," he says.

  Right, like I could ever say no to him. "I know that."

  "So whatcha got planned today?" he asks.

  "Nothing. I'm on vacation."

  "Then come running with me."

  "Running!" I exclaim.

  "I'll go slow, so you can keep up," he says, raising up to smile down at me.

  "Hey! I'm not that slow. I came in third in the state cross-country meet, thank you very much."

  "Third? Damn, woman! You might have to slow down for me."

  "You do remember that thing I said about being on vacation, right? Most people sit on the beach or lounge by the pool, not wake up at six to go running."

 

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