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)
Where most new houses are open floor plans, Jude’s isn’t. His home is also in an older subdivision. Big oak trees canopy a lot of the sidewalks and streets, giving it that old world feel. He even has a big front porch, though I can’t imagine him sitting out there while smoking a cigarette, especially in nothing but a towel or pair of shorts. The hallway houses all three bedrooms along with a bathroom. I took a quick peek earlier and noticed Jude has a massive home office. Computer screens littered one side of the walls, while the other areas hold the machines, I think. I’m not exactly sure. I don’t even have a desktop, preferring to use my trusty laptop I’ve had for years. I did notice the air conditioning coming out of that room had me shivering.
The other room has a bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. The two rooms are sandwiched between a bathroom, one that’s bigger than I expected it to be. A stand-up shower to one side and a clawfoot tub on the other with a full double vanity. Opulence and luxury are the only way I can describe it. The shower has two rain showerheads coming from the ceiling and a few on the walls, then there’s a bench the length of one wall.
My mind went wild thinking about so many ways to make use of it. Jude sitting on the tile bump-out, me on my knees between his spread thighs as he feeds me his cock. We could always reverse rolls. It could be him in front of me as he eats me like his last meal. Then there’s my favorite: I’d be completely spread open, my feet on the tile, ass at the ledge, and Jude would fuck me raw while he's on his knees.
A tingle races up my spine, my core aches, and I’m already contemplating ways to deviate him from sleeping or at least to have a little fun before I drift off to sleep.
I make my way into his bedroom and head to the stack of folded clothes in search for one of Jude’s shirts. It doesn’t take very long for me to strip out of my clothes and slip his on. While the van didn’t have a designated area of where he sleeps, his bedroom does. I pull the covers back and move to the right side of the bed, away from the door.
I’m settling in when the door to the bathroom opens. Jude is in nothing but a towel again, and since the covers aren’t over my bare thighs, he can see the way my body reacts to his.
“Fuck me. Resisting you is impossible, Foxy.” He whips the towel off, allowing it to drop to the floor, then his fist wraps around his cock, and I really wish it were my hand slowly stroking him as he makes his way toward me.
“Then don’t resist me, Jude.” I spread my legs, lift them up, and slowly trail a finger from the outside of my thigh inward.
“Oh, I’m not.” The deep timbre of his voice sets me off. I strum my clit as he takes each step slower than I thought possible. “I’m going to watch you come while I make myself come, then want you beneath me as you fall asleep.” He sits between my spread thighs, where we both have a clear view of what the other is doing to their body.
“Yes, please.” He clasps the back of my leg and lifts it to my shoulder, inadvertently opening me up further, and we take matters into our own hands while keeping our gaze locked on one another.
14
JUDE
Iwalk through the door of The Social for the second time today, the first being when I dropped Ronnie off for her shift. She tried to balk at me doing so, which then went on to me picking her up later tonight, too. I shut her up the only way I knew how, by kissing her with a thoroughness that left her breathless and me hard as a rock. Ronnie finally conceded, stating she didn’t want me to flip my schedule around to suite hers, worried I wouldn’t get done what I wanted during my time off. Little does she know I’ve already adjusted my schedule to fit to hers, the upside of taking on clients when and how I want. The only contracts I can’t mold to how I want is the government kind, but I’ve already closed those out.
“That her?” Tysen asks. I rallied the guys earlier, doing a quick check-in via text, and when they asked what I’d be getting into the rest of the day, I sent them a pin with The Social’s address and the time I’d be there.
“That’s Foxy. Ronnie to you fucks,” I tell not only Tys but the guys following behind us. The bad part about the men settling down is most of their women are pregnant or recently gave birth. Which means it’s just the guys tonight. Lennie is hoping to stop by for a few minutes. That’s only if Kennedy, her sister-in-law, won’t mind watching the twins. Though I figure with her daughter, Briar, more than willing to babysit, there won’t be a problem in that area.