“You’re not the only one who needs a drink, Foxy. Jesus, you should come with a damn warning label, woman.” I take a big gulp, swallowing down half the bottle’s contents. The bad part about bartending is when you’re slammed like we were tonight, there’s no way to leave your area to pee, and you learn not to drink a lot in doing so.
“Says the man who never wears a shirt.” I’m screwing on the lid when a sudden wave of exhaustion hits me. There’s no hiding the yawn, either, especially when Jude’s eyes haven’t left me.
“Do that just for you. Ronnie, get your ass in bed. You’re dead on your feet. We’re still waiting on a server, and you’re about to fall asleep standing up.” My hopes instantly deflate. I wanted to spend more time with Jude. Maybe not necessarily play a game, but with the yearning to hear his voiceand seeing him even though it’s through the phone, it’s upsetting that I don’t get to enjoy more of him.
“I’m okay, promise,” I try to convince him and myself.
“Foxy, turn the game and TV off. Get in bed. We’ll talk until you fall asleep, yeah?” Damn, that’s a win-win in my book.
“Okay. Are you going to bed, too?” My feet propel me to do exactly as Jude says. After a few clicks of the remote, everything is off, including the light. I grab my phone off the table and carry Jude with me through the dark hallway.
“Yeah, Ronnie. I am.” I nearly stub my toe on the door frame leading into my bedroom. Jude’s wearing what looks like a loose pair of pajama shorts, dark green, and the rest of him is completely bare. His hat is gone, and it looks like his fingers have been in his hair a lot throughout the day.
“Okay.” I shuffle my feet to my bed. I never did make the bed, not like I ever do, it’s more of a pain in the ass with nights like this. The bathroom light is already on, and the door is cracked. My need to have some kind of light on is irritational, especially with the hours I work. Once I’m settled, I prop my phone up, this time on a pillow, and snuggle into the covers.
Jude goes through similar motions, except his bedroom is a lot bigger than mine, and his bed, well, it’s massive. Then again, Jude is tall, muscular, and needs the room. I keep my eyes open, wanting to watch every movement, every nuance of his strong muscles moving as he whips the comforter and sheet back and lays his head on a pillow. My eyes droop, another yawn hitting me hard, both of which is annoying. I really don’t want to miss a thing, but the busy week I’ve had,along with trying to get ready for the festival, picking out my outfits, making sure I’m prepared for the Florida heat, well, it’s taking a toll on any form of resting.
“I’m going to make it my mission to have you in my bed with me, Ronnie,” is the last thing I hear before sleep takes me under.
3
JUDE
I’m awake before Ronnie, not that I’m surprised in the least. The hours she’s been working to make it to our four-day event should make me feel like a complete dick. Yet it doesn’t, especially since I’ll be with her the entire time. She won’t be working non-fucking-stop. Let me rephrase that, and this is where I do sound like an utter asshole. Our schedules are so damn conflicting, it’s why we’re just now meeting in person. I’ve been working on a contract for another app, one that has been kicking my dick in the dirt. Anytime I think I’ve got it perfected, the company comes back with five more changes. The deposit they’ve given me has long since diminished, and the invoice I sent them last night might have them reconsidering their way of thinking.
The sight before me is hot as fuck. Sometime in the middle of the night, Ronnie must have gotten hot. The comforter and sheets are kicked to the bottom of the bed,and she’s lying on her side. My mouth waters at the sight, Ronnie’s dark hair is tousled from sleep, spread haphazardly across her forehead and on her pillow, a tendril is trailing down the slope of her neck. Her arms are in front of her chest do nothing to hide the cleavage that’s currently pushed up, giving me more of a view than I received last night. The only difference is I don’t get to see her pebbled nipples. Still, I keep my gaze lingering on her body, trailing down to her stomach, to the slight swell that makes me like it even more. I’ve more than noticed the clothing she uses to accentuate her features instead of hiding beneath them in the form of baggy clothes. She possesses a quiet confidence, one that radiates around her, making me want her even fucking more.
The curves of Ronnie’s body have my hands balling into fists in an attempt to hold back the need to take care of my pulsing dick. Three strokes would be all I’d need, and my stomach, hand and thighs would be coated with my cum. Then I’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to Ronnie.
I lick my lips, more than ready to have her every damn way I can—gripping her flared hips as I take her from behind, above her with her legs wrapped around my waist, or, a personal favorite, while she’s straddling my lap. I could have my way with her easily. Ronnie bouncing up and down on my cock, swiveling her hips, and then grinding against my pelvis to work her clit. My mouth would be on her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting one after the other. And if she’s really into it, I’d slip my hand between the cheeks of her ass, press my luck, and hopefully feel her tighten around my finger. She’d be completely full of me.
My gaze sweeps upward when I hear a soft and subtle moan tumble from her lips. I’m almost worried she’ll wake up before I get my fill of her like this. Once I see Ronnie’s eyes are still closed and her lips parted, I continue the path down her sleeping form. I’m back at the juncture of her thighs, watching as her legs press together. Ronnie continues to make a purr-like noise, and there’s no way I can stop from looking at her. The shorts she’s wearing are tight, black, and short, molded so perfectly, they’re like a second skin.
I bite my tongue when I notice what the fabric is doing to her.
Motherfucking fuck. Christ on a cracker.
The lips of her pussy are spread by the seam of her shorts cutting down the middle, outlining the softness between her legs. A place where I want my face buried as I lick her until she’s flying apart.
And there’s more. Son of a bitch. She’s going to be my downfall. I’m not going to be able to hold back a grunt of my own. My cock is dripping with precum, gathering at the tip and soaking my shorts, exactly likehers. The black cotton is visibly darker than the rest of the shorts. She’s so damn wet, and I’m beginning to realize exactly why she’s been moaning.
Ronnie is having a dream, a fucking naughty one at that, and I fucking hope that whatever has her so riled up involves me.
My hand slides beneath the sheets gathered at my waist, pressing down on my dick, and damn if I’m not tempted to take care of myself while watching her sleep. I’m barely ableto recover from thinking about all the things I want to do with her and to her when I have to lock my shit down.
“’Mornin’, Foxy.” I’ve been waiting for her eyes to open for what seems like hours when it’s barely been an hour. Last night, when she fell asleep hard and fast, it took me a bit to settle in. In all actuality, I probably should have hung up the phone, but something was holding me back.
I move my hand out from under the covers, strategically placing a pillow on my lap in case she can see the evidence of my hard cock. Last night might have had me ready to go. This morning, though, it’s on a completely different level. Need and want seem to coexist at this point.
“Jude? What? How?” Ronnie is slowly blinking the sleep away. I noticed last night that she kept a light on, whether that was because we were on the phone and she wanted to be able to see me or if that’s something she usually does, I don’t know.
“Fell asleep, same as you, Ronnie. When I woke up to your soft snores, figured I’d at least say good morning before getting off the phone.” The look she sends my way is one of astonishment. Her mouth opens and closes, her eyes narrow into slits, and I can tell she’s gearing up for some type of comeback.
“Says the man who woke me up in the middle of the night, sawing logs of his own.” She moves from her side to her back. The way she has her phone propped up, I’m able to get an unobstructed view of her. Which is why I have to clench my jaw when she throws her head back, pretending to be me while she’s making some epic fucking noise. All I can see is the way her chest rises and falls, tits I’ve dreamedabout having in my hands, my mouth littering her skin with my marks while I watch her lose her breath, similar to how she looks right now.
It's hard not to laugh at her antics, especially when she’s in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“I get the hint, woman. I guess that means the likelihood of being smothered with a pillow in my future will increase,” I cut into her comedy hour.
