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Oh fuck!
I snatch them out of his grasp quickly before he can do anything. "Thank you, Jude, that was very sweet of you, but you really shouldn't have." This is a disaster. No hookup starts with the sex on a stick, getting your child a gift.
Not to mention, Layla won't cope with this well. At all.
I avoid his questioning gaze. "Uh, of course." Hustling away, I quickly put them in a vase by the sink.
"Layla, I'm leaving!"
"Love you, Mommy!" She tosses a hand up, not once looking at me. I laugh at how distracted she already is by her friend.
"Love you too, Bug. Be good! Thank you, Gabby. I owe you one." With that, I close the front door behind me, nudging Jude away from the entrance.
"Come on, your limited time to show me what all the fuss is about has begun. Hope you can make it worth my while." I shoot him a wink, gripping his hand, and drag him out to his Jeep.
He stutters for a beat, and I think I have caught him off guard until I'm twirled around and pressed against the warm hood of the car. "Careful, Rylee," he rumbles and nudges his nose into the ticklish spot behind my ear. "I'll take care of that ache between your legs, I promise. But you have to be a good girl first, understand?"
I try to stay firm and in control, but the whimper that slips free and the wiggle of my knees tell me I would drop for him any day. "Just one thing," I whisper, needing to clear the air before I give in completely. "No strings."
The sudden intake of breath sends goosebumps down my heavy breasts. I wonder what just went through his head to make him stall. "No strings," he concedes.Why does it sound tense? Maybe he's just a bit wound up.
A smirk tips my lips before I take a nip of his jaw. "I'll be good, but you mentioned something about a drink?"
ChapterThirteen
JUDE
"Damn, do you see that sexy redhead? How much you want a bet I can bring her home tonight?"
I'm getting really fucking sick of all the drunk bastards eyeing up my girl like a piece of ass they want to fuck.Wait. Isn’t that my plan too?I saw her fine ass walking on the beach and immediately knew I wanted her splayed out before me like the sweet treat I know she will be.
I can't fault her for all the attention she attracts, but I will most likely throw a punch by the end of the night. I'm regretting leaving her alone on the outside of the dancefloor now. I can see her... but she'smine. And that's not what every man with eyes sees when they watch her gyrating and dragging her palms over her heaving chest and down her hips.
"Watch this, bro." One of the dipshits turns away from the bar, and before I even realize what’s happening, I'm dragging him away from Rylee by the scruff of his neck and snarling, "She's mine," right in his fucking face.
Rylee doesn't even notice the scuffle, still lost to the thumping beat of the speakers. Sidling up behind her, I trail my fingers up her soft bare thigh while my other hand splays across her stomach.
"Mmmm," she moans in my ear, having tipped her head back to lean on my chest. Grunting, I grind my cock into her ass, really wishing there were fewer layers between us. "Jude," she gasps, and holy hell, does that do something to my insides. I'm all twisted up over this woman, and I'm not sure what to do with the swirly pleasure in my chest and groin. Normally just one of them works. Earlier, when she told me that there would be no strings attached, I swear something lodged itself in my throat, keeping me from agreeing to the easy and desirable terms. Never have I ever had a woman utter those words to me. Normally, I have to fight women off me when they ask for a second date.
A warm, wet heat tickles my collarbone, her tongue coming out to play. "I want more," she whimpers, hips pushing back into me.
"Come home with me, baby girl." Rylee nods like the good girl she promised she would be. "Let's go." My throat vibrates with how deep my voice drops. Everything about this woman is turning me into a possessive caveman from those books I rea—study.Not me enjoying good ole smut. Nope.
* * *
I'm a fucking genius.
Never once did I tell Rylee that we were going tomyhome. I'm barely through the door before I'm being shoved into Marc and Leo's kitchen.
"Are you feeling needy?" I pluck her little hands off me and plop her on the island counter, distracting her from the guys looking over the couch with shocked faces.
"Mmm." She paws at my shirt, fumbling with the buttons. I splay my hands over her thighs and spread them wide, pleased when the fabric of her dress bunches to her hips. Frustrated and pissy. She tears my shirt down the middle, buttons flying every which way.
"That was naughty, baby girl."
She freezes, concern splashing through her lust-filled haze. I'm beginning to think this woman hasn't been touched in a really long time.
"When's the last time someone worshipped you, Ry?" My question makes her head tilt, confusion pulling on her brows. I bury my face in her exposed neck and sweep my fingers across her damp panties. "When's the last time someone touched you here?"
