“I can do that, but can you?” She moves lower, crossing her ankles at my back, tilting her hips, and cascading her lips along my cheek. The rough stubble will likely abrade her sensitive skin, though she doesn’t seem to care.
“I guess we’re about to find out.” I pump my hips into her hand, liking the way she works me—soft hands, firm grip, and keeping the motion at the same steady rhythm.
“Do you want me to close the door all the way?” she asks.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head at the thought of losing her. There are two rooms between us and my sister’s, and I’ll use my mouth or hand to keep the noises to a minimum.
“Okay.” Ronnie’s hand doesn’t leave my dick. A wiggle of her body, and she slides further down.
“Fuck me, Foxy, you’re wet and ready for me, like always. I’m so goddamn lucky.” I’m still holding her close to me. Her shirt pisses me off, that we’re not skin to skin. I’d usuallyrectify that immediately. Except Ronnie is teasing the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I have half a mind to take over, tired of not being planted inside her, where I belong.
“Yeah,” she says on a soft sigh, lifting her head away from the crook of my shoulder. I watch as her head meets the mattress, hair fanning around her, eyes laced with the same lust I’m sure is being reciprocated. “Please, Jude.” When her hand leaves my dick, I grunt, missing the feeling. I’m not upset for long when she pushes my body down with the strength of her legs. Her hands are still between our bodies, the backs grazing along my heated flesh, and when I lift away from her torso the slightest bit, realization hits me. Ronnie takes ahold of the end of her shirt, does a lift without losing me, and pulls the fabric off her body.
“Christ, Foxy, you’re so beautiful it makes my chest ache.” I slide my knees beneath her, and she’s nearly full of me. The light coming from the bathroom is doing me a solid. Every night, I make sure it’s on for Ronnie, and while she needs the illumination, to me it’s not a necessity, but the reward is well fucking worth it.
“Jude,” she moans, holding back when she realizes her voice could potentially carry. I probably should have realized the downfall of this house when I purchased it. At the time, the bedrooms all being on one side didn’t make a difference to me. Now, I’m having some regrets.
“Love the way you feel wrapped around me, needing me just as much as I need you.” My movements are shallow, allowing Ronnie to get used to me again.
“More,” she begs with eagerness. My piercing dragsalong her sensitive flesh, and it doesn’t matter that we’ve had sex in damn near every place possible, going at each other once or twice a day since we’ve been together, she’s still tight as hell. The last thing I want is to take her too roughly and her be out of commission because I fucked her too hard.
“I’ll give you more, Foxy, but you gotta be quiet.” Her hard nipples are pebbled, increasing the sensation with the hair on my chest.
“Then shut up and kiss me, Jude.” Our mouths collide, and we groan into our kiss. Her tongue seeks mine, arms snaking around my shoulders, the tips of her fingers scoring my back, and I’m on the verge of losing control. There’s no calming the craving that has me ready to fuck my cock in and out of her. She clenches around me as she moans. I quickly swallow them down, and when my tip penetrates deep, I’m damn near seeing stars.
“You good still?” I pull back from our kiss for a moment, worry coating me from the inside out, and that’s saying something with the way my body keeps moving in and out of hers.
“Yes. Stop holding back.” Ronnie grits her teeth with each slow, lazy drag of my cock.
“Next time, I’m taking your ass, Foxy. You’re more than ready.” And she is. My fingers, her toys, we’ve been working our way up for her to take me. I want to own every part of her body, and the only way to do that is to prep her, especially with my piercing. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to take my piercing out, until she shivered and said she wants to know what it feels like to have me, all of me.
“God.” Her eyes roll when I shove all the way backinside, the tops of my thighs tilting her further up and letting me hit that fucking spot again. Ronnie’s making me see stars. My balls are pulling tightly against me, and I make sure to swivel my hips while staying seated inside her cunt. I’m not coming before her, not this time, and there have been times where my woman has made me do exactly that. She can work her muscles, causing me to lose control, and I more than repay the favor afterward. My fingers sinking inside, my mouth working her clit until she loses all sense of time.
“Christ.” My mouth returns to hers, nipping at her bottom lip, pulling it out, and at the slightest noise she makes, I’m gaining entrance. We’re both nearly there, our bodies working together, her spine curving backward, meeting me every time I pound into her. We’re soaked with sweat, tendrils of hair stick to her cheek, and while her eyes are closed, mine aren’t.
I want to see Ronnie every single time she falls apart. When she shatters, her arms loosen their hold, her nails more than likely leaving tracks where they slide down my back and sides. A tremor takes hold, and through her orgasm, my pace never falters. When I come, it’s where I belong—with her. There’s nothing like no barriers, well aware of the fact that she’s mine and I’m hers.
“Wow.” I lost sight of her while coming, and her word has me looking down at her.
“Yeah.” Maybe it dawns on her like it dawns on me. This wasn’t sex, or fucking, or whatever else people call it. This was the two of us connecting in the most intimate way possible.
“I think we might need to shower.” She’s still recovering, her chest lifting up and down at a rapid pace.
“No.” I shake my head. “I want me planted inside you, and I’m not washing you off me, either.” A heady look washes over her beautiful face, and I’m hit yet again with the realization that Veronica Navarro is the balm to my goddamn soul.
“Okay.” Her response makes me pull out and move so I can watch the entire process of my come sliding out of her cunt. A low growl settles in my chest when my fingers scoop it up and press it back where it belongs—inside Ronnie. Always inside.
22
RONNIE
Agirl can easily form a complex with the number of times she’s woken up by herself in her man’s bed. I felt him jar awake and untangle from me, losing his weight and warmth from his body lying half on me and half off. When he moved through the room and pulled on a pair of shorts, then deactivated the alarm without using his voice instead going for the app on his phone in order to not wake Rory or me and walk out of our bedroom, I knew where he’d head as soon as he disappeared.
Rory.
The protector in him has taken a hit. He’ll beat himself up for this for weeks, months, and maybe years. He couldn’t have prevented it, not with a man as cruel as Jeffrey. I wait a few more minutes, giving him time to himself and to figure out where he’ll land once he checks on his sister. Any guess is possible, but I’m pretty sure I know exactly where I’ll findhim. I pull the covers off and place my feet on the floor, shivering with the cold air that cascades over my naked body. Jude stayed true to his word and kept me in bed, not cleaning up until he was done playing with our combined come, pushing it back inside me and watching the entire time.
When I did get up to clean, he requested I leave the shirt on the ground. He wanted to feel me all night long, an easy request to allow. I move to the bathroom to rifle through the pile of clothes I have stacked on the dresser. I’ve been living out of a bag, going back from my place to Jude’s, and I’m for sure going to have to make a stop at my place as well as at the store to get a few things for Rory today.
