“Apology accepted.” I tack on a smile. Rory notices that I’m not mad at her. It’s my fault for not explaining the tattoo to Jude in the first place, and judging by the hard length of his dick growing beneath my ass, he likes that I’ve got a piece of him marked permanently on my body as well.
“I have some conditions,” Jude interrupts, breaking up the stare-off Zane is intent on having with me, even though he said his piece, and I forgave him.
“What’s that?” My brother slides his hand across the table, grabs the package of candy, and takes a few pieces. Jesus, instead of having an old-fashioned vending machine for cigarettes, we might have to bring one in for candy with this crowd.
“The cameras happen, inside and out, along with my security company manning it. You’ve got two women I love more than life in this building, and their safety is of the upmost importance.” Jude is getting what he wants, which means he’ll have to deal with Dad, because it won’t be me trying to convince him to get with the twenty-first century.
“Done. What else?”
“No ink or piercings until Rory’s eighteen or I’m there with her.” He points at Zane then his sister. “That includes using your puppy dog eyes on Foxy. I get that you’ll want ink and something pierced. We’ll talk about it, write down the pros and cons, then we’ll decide together if it’s a good idea, yeah?” There’s Jude’s protective side coming into the open.
“Okay.” Rory has already come to me, asking about a couple of ideas she has that she’d like to get. I’ve made a few comments, and without a shadow of a doubt, Jude will relentwhen she finally shows him the piece she’d like in remembrance of her mom.
“Good with me. The last thing I want is to lose my license.” Zane looks from Jude to Rory. “Sorry, kid.”
“No biggie,” Rory responds.
“What else, Jude? I’m sure there’s a list multiplying by the minute.” My brother isn’t wrong, but I already know what’s coming next. Jude’s hand skims to my lower stomach, teasing at a different kind of promise.
“You take Rory home, feed her the dinner that’s in the microwave, and stay with her till Foxy and I get home.” That isn’t what I was expecting, but I’m not upset about it, either.
“Alright, Rory, let’s roll.” Zane’s shop closed up a bit ago, and he’s been hanging out here instead of going home to sit around doing nothing in the silence of his house.
“Thanks, Zane,” Jude says.
“I’ll come say good night when we get home, if you’re still awake, okay?” I don’t want Rory to feel like we’re abandoning her. In the same sense, a night where Jude helps me close down the bar, and we have some time to ourselves, well, I can admit I really want it.
“Of course. I’m going to eat, study some more, shower, and call it a night anyways. Remember what you tell me, Jude. Children last forever.” Our table laughs. He also says there are other things that last forever, too, namely sexually transmitted infections. If he’s trying to scare her away from boys, I’d say he’s successful. We say our goodbyes, I go back to work, and Jude sits at his place in the bar, watching me every single minute until I close everything down.
25
JUDE
“Ithought they’d never leave.” I come up behind Ronnie, boxing her in on either side of the bar where she finished wiping it down and is now starting to put the barstools up for the cleaning service to finish the rest.
“I’m pretty sure the customers didn’t hang around until closing time because of the looks you kept shooting their way.” She arches her back, pushing her ass into my groin and making me emit a groan. My hand slides to her front, where I unfasten the buttons of her shirt one at a time. The mirrors above the bar along with the low lights make this all the fucking better.
“Good.” My mouth attaches to the side of her neck, and I lick the salty sweet skin. Ronnie’s head tilts, forehead meeting the crook of my shoulder, and she sighs as my fingers keep working the buttons.
“Jude.” I lose the taste of her when I lift my eyes to ourreflection. The flannel shirt she’s wearing hangs open, revealing her heavy breathing as it lifts her chest. The globes of her tits almost spill out of the sheer lace bra, nipples peeking over the edge.
“Want your ass tonight, Foxy. Will you please let me finally have it?” My fingers pull down a cup of her bra, and I hold it in one hand as my other skates down her smooth abdomen. Ronnie draws in her stomach, allowing me to work along the clasp of her shorts. A flick of my thumb and index finger, and it’s undone. I pull the zipper down. The rasp and our heavy panting along with the low tone of a rock song is all that plays in the background. “Are you going to answer me, or should I just take your rocking into my dick as a yes, Foxy?” Her shorts drop to the floor, one foot steps out, and I know exactly how I’m going to place her. My hand moves away from her center and to the inside of her thigh, where my fingers grip the muscle, liking how she lights up for me. A tremble comes over her as I prop her knee on the seat of the barstool. Her ass juts out, and I’m more than ready to take her any way I can.
“Jude.” The tips of my fingers slide upwards until I’m cupping the soaking fabric of her lace panties.
“Still no answer, hmm? I’ll have to convince you, then, maybe fuck you with my fingers until you’re right on the edge and pull them out. Deny you of the orgasm you’re chasing and instead come all over your ass.” My fingers attach to her nipple, pinching it softly at first. When I hear her moan, telling me she likes what I’m doing, I go harder. Ronnie isn’t afraid to state what she likes and doesn’t. Right now, she’s too deep in her need, talking isn’t coming veryeasily. I work beneath her panties from the side, thumb sweeping over the thatch of hair she keeps nice and trimmed.
“You can have my ass, but if you think you’re taking me there without a condom and lube, you’re sorely mistaken.” Her eyes are closed, and her breathing ramps up. Abandoning any notion of teasing I had, I shape my fingers into an upside-down V. The lips of her pussy are slick with desire. I’ve barely touched her, and it’d be nothing for me to rip my pants open and sink all the way inside her. The fit would be snug, especially in this position with my piercing, but she’d take me so beautifully.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, dipping two fingers inside her. I hate like hell to lose any piece of her, but in order to have my dick in her ass, it’s going to be a necessity. “Hold on to the bar, Foxy.”
“Do you always walk around with lube and a condom in your pocket?” Ronnie asks when she sees me pilfering through my pockets to set the packets on the bar top.
“When it comes to you, Foxy, I’m always prepared. Plus, just last night, you were begging for more.” She took three fingers last night, a fucking tight fit, but the minute it happened, she nearly choked my cock with her pussy, detonating both of our orgasms, and I knew the time had finally fucking come that she could take me in her ass.
“Jude.” I swirl my fingers around her clit while working my shorts and boxers off my body. It’s a task with one hand, but letting Ronnie go, not having a part of me touching her, isn’t something I’m willing to let happen.
“Almost there.” My clothes drop to the floor. “Watch us,”I demand. “Won’t be able to watch my fingers fuck your pussy while I take your ass, but this will do for the time being.”
