Page 91 of Sterling Fight

“God, Genie,” he grunts, running his length back and forth against damp folds. He’s so close and I tip my hips, wanting him closer. Wanting him to fill me.

“Come inside me,” I cry out, wanting him to enter me.

Judd groans, fisting himself to prevent his dick from diving in. “Not yet.”

Frustration hits me, and I whimper, “No!”

He’s so close. He could just slip inside me. Complete me.

But Judd doubles down his attention, using the tip of his cock at my clit, teasing me, torturing me, until soon enough, I’m crying out his name again, thumping my palm against the table as I let go.

I preen as I release against his tip, arching my back and jutting up my backside, until Judd quickly pulls himself from between my legs, laying his length against my lower back and jetting over me.

Sprawled out on the table, cheek pressed to the top, I breath heavily. My body relaxed. My mind a void.

“You look so beautiful with me spilled on your skin.” He runs his fingertip through the mess, like he’s painting a tattoo on my back. Admiring a masterpiece.

Oddly, the motion feels like the shape of a heart is being drawn on my flesh. He’s marked me again.

Happy birthday to me after all.

31

[Genie]

“We should go out tonight,” Judd eventually states, after our round of oral tag on the dining room table and a shower that included naked hugs.

I’m still puzzled why Judd and I aren’t having sex. The final act. The full enchilada. But I don’t complain as I’m more or less completely satisfied by the attention he’s given my private parts.

However, I am surprised when he suggests we go out when I was looking forward to possibly snuggling into his side and eating my body weight in popcorn while we watched a movie.

We still haven’t discussed how I should be leaving tonight.

He isn’t asking me to stay. I’m not suggesting I go.

“We haven’t had a proper date,” he adds.

A proper date? Judd and I have had tons of private moments. Memory-making moments. But a date implies he wants to take me out in public. He wants to be seen with me.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask as Judd runs a towel over my overly-sensitive body, then wraps the soft terry cloth around me, tucking it tight above my breasts.

“Just something casual.” He purses his lips.

If I knew Judd better, I’d say he’s playing at something. But I can’t read his expression. His stoic reserve is firmly in place.

“But wear something that makes you feel pretty. I’m partial to the green dress with polka dots but wear your favorite.”

I smile at the suggestion Judd has a favorite out of my clothing.

“Okay,” I whisper, suddenly shy while thrilled at the prospect of a date with Judd. Maybe he’s simply making up for that failed prom date all those years ago.

Somehow, I doubt this thought, especially when Judd parks in downtown Sterling Falls and walks us hand-in-hand to Milton Roadhouse. He opens the door like the gentleman he is, but then he body-blocks me, which I find rather strange, and almost plow into him.

“Judd.” I chuckle as I catch myself, feeling the strength of his back muscles and heat of his skin through his shirt. He’s actually a little sweaty through the fabric when it isn’t that hot outside.

He steps to the side, and I’m hit with a resounding, “Surprise!” A chorus of cheers and clapping follows, and I’m stunned into silence, staring wide-eyed at the display before me.

Several tables are pressed together, surrounded by the adults in Judd’s family. Sebastian and Enya. Knox and Halle. Ford and Cadence. Clay and Mavis. Vale. Stone in his sheriff’s uniform.