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He glances my way, blue eyes tender and probing as he studies me. God, I still can’t get used to seeing his handsome face without the mask. Sure, he still hides in his hoodie, but at least he’s facing everyone with no mask to hide behind.
“They’ll be fine,” Jude assures me. “It’s not for you to worry about.”
I lean my head against his shoulder, smiling so wide it hurts. He’s such a sweet, caring man—something I failed to see at first. Now that we’ve opened up all our wounds and shared with each other, I can see who he is to his very core.
A good, gentle man.
My man.
“I’m the one who’s worried,” he grumbles, gesturing at the cinnamon rolls. “Violet made me do these all by myself. I probably messed them up.”
Violet laughs from her place at the stove. “You did them perfectly, hon. They’re made with love. I told you that’s the secret ingredient in everything I make.”
I tilt my head up to look at Jude, who grins at me. A couple of days ago, he asked Violet if she would show him how to make his favorite apple pie. Then he wanted to know how to make Wyatt’s beloved blackberry cobbler. Now it’s cinnamon rolls, which happen to be my favorites. Seeing him in the kitchen, truly enjoying himself as he learns to bake things near and dear to his heart, is such a wonderful thing to witness.
“Bring those delicious cinnamon rolls to the table before your grandpa has a conniption fit,” Violet orders to Jude. “Tate, sweetie, grab the orange juice from the fridge. It’s time to eat.”
As soon as she leaves for the dining room, I take a moment to steal a deep, filthy kiss that’s only for Jude’s and my eyes. By the time we finish, his eyes aren’t so sweet anymore. He watches me intently, the electric blue crackling with heat and desire.
“Later,” I promise, shooting him a saucy look. “We’ll pick this back up soon.”
His palms cup my ass and he dips down to nip at my ear. “Not soon enough, sweet boy.”
“Look at me,” Jude commands, his strong hand around my throat as he pins me to his bed. “I want you to see how horny you make me.”
I’d thought sex was hot the first time we did it, but being able to see him has been a whole other level of awesome. His expressions are so vivid. He also smiles and smirks a whole heck of a lot more than I realized when he was hiding behind his mask.
“You’re beautiful, Jude,” I murmur. “So beautiful.”
He shudders at my praise but doesn’t look away. Since the day Sean kidnapped me and we ultimately made it out of that harrowing situation, I’ve been making sure to give Jude more praise. Not just about how handsome I think he looks, but also how kind and gentle and smart and compassionate he is. Now I can add fantastic baker to the list of compliments too because those cinnamon rolls were nearly orgasmic.
Jude’s powerful hand presses against my throat. I find myself hissing as my breath grows more labored. Whenever he does this, and I relinquish control knowing he isn’t going to truly hurt me like my ex, I come hard. Like really, really hard. It feels kinky in a safe way because I know all I need to do is tap on Jude’s arm when I’ve had enough and he’ll back off.
Who knew this sort of thing could be so sexy?
I tap at his arm, not really needing air, but needing him. He releases my neck to spear his fingers into my hair. We both moan as he starts recklessly driving his dick deep inside of my ass over and over, hitting my prostate just so perfectly that—
“Ahhh!” I cry out, ecstasy obliterating my every nerve ending. “Jude! Oh God!”
Cum jets out of me, soaking my belly between us. My ass clenches around his cock as I orgasm, which in turn has him groaning with pleasure. When Jude comes, I swear it feels like his dick grows three times as fat right before he fills me up with his never-ending rush of cum.
Thank fuck I’m not a woman or this man and his super seed would have me pregnant in the blink of an eye.
When he finishes coming, he pecks my lips and then gently pulls out. We make yet another mess all over the bed and I’m glad Jude washes his own bedding. I’m not sure I could look Violet in the eye if she had to wash our messy sheets several times a day.
“Stay there,” Jude orders as he slides off the bed and heads toward the bathroom for a towel. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I smile and lie there like the Prince I am, waiting for my man to spoil and dote on me. He comes back and sets to cleaning me up with a warm rag until I’m feeling less like a puddle of cum and more like a human being again.
“Get dressed,” he says after stealing another kiss. “Dad’ll be here shortly.”
Frowning, I sit up and gape at him. “What?”
“He texted before we came up here and said he was on his way.”
“Y-You fucked me all slow and sweet knowing he was on his way?” I scramble off the bed and snag up my clothes from the floor. “What if he’s down there right now and we’ve kept him waiting?”
Jude laughs—warm, rich, and wonderful. “He probably is. Violet will shove cinnamon rolls down his throat until we get there. Don’t worry your pretty little head, sweet boy.”
