Page 12 of Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6)

RONNIE

W hen my eyes pop open, early morning light is creeping through the windows, a concept that has me blinking rapidly only to slam my lids shut.

It’s too bright compared to the blackout curtain I’m used to at home.

There’s also Jude, who happens to be lying on top of me.

Well, not completely, half his body weight seems to be on the mattress and the other on me.

I have no idea who gravitated towards whom, but honestly, it doesn’t matter.

“Go back to sleep, Foxy.” Jude’s voice in my ear causes me to shiver.

I also wiggle beneath him, scooting further in bed, and realize just how much on top of me he is.

Is that what I think it is? I ask myself.

Surely, I would have noticed before, specifically last night when he stood near the bed, wearing the same thing he is right now.

“Um, Jude, I have a question.” He adjusts himself, dragging the underside of his cock along the seam of my center.

His lips blaze a path along my neck until he meets my pulse, where he sucks the skin with a deep pull, enough to leave a mark.

My leg wraps around him, and my open thighs allow him more room to slowly shift his hips.

“The answer is yes.” I can feel Jude’s hard length, along with what I think is a piercing I’ve never experience before, through my sleep shorts.

“You don’t even know my question.” I gasp, trying to remain calm when he drags what I think is a frenum piercing along my slit.

Jude surprises me at every turn, though I’m not sure when this conversation would come up.

And every time I’ve rubbed against him thus far, we’ve been completely clothed.

Well, more clothed than we are now, at least.

“Foxy, hush. Let go and feel me.” He wedges completely between my legs.

Right, turn your mind off, Veronica. Don’t think about Jude’s cock being pierced, how it would feel with zero barriers.

The thought of the cold metal touching my hot, wet center makes my toes curl.

There’s also how one goes about taking a pierced dick to the back of your throat.

Jude’s infatuation with my ass almost makes me pause in turning my brain off. How the fucking hell?

“It seems I’m not doing enough to get you out of your head.” He moves from one side of my neck to the other, sucking and biting my skin. I’m sure I’ll have a ring of bruises wrapped around where a choker necklace would usually sit.

“It’s not my fault. It’s your piercing.” I hook my feet around the small of Jude’s back, locking my ankles, and raise my hips. He lifts his head, hands pressing down on either side of my head, as he rocks against me even more.

“Wait until you really feel it.” He redoubles his efforts, pulling back before moving forward.

Between the head of his cock and what I’m realizing is a metal barbell that’s sliding along my center, I’m shockingly close already.

“Best goddamn way to wake up is with you beneath me, Foxy. I like it. I like it a fucking lot.” His eyes are hooded, from either sleep or hunger or a mixture of both.

Dark brown hair is tousled from sleep, lines from the sheets have creased his cheeks, and when he bites his plush bottom lip, I’m more than ready for more.

“Jude, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Except he has. He’s hovering above me, looking his fill. I can only imagine what he sees. My breathing is ragged, the swells of my breasts are nearly bursting over the top, and that’s exactly where his gaze is locked on.

“Never.” His mouth lands on mine, and there’s nothing slow about this kiss.

He nudges at my lips with his tongue, our breathing mingles, and our tongues brush along the other’s.

Every movement is rushed, including the way Jude works himself between my legs.

The tension builds as our kiss turns more passionate with each caress, and Jude’s movements become more deliberate, both of us searching for that high.

“Oh god, Jude.” He moves away from my mouth, peppering kisses along my heated flesh. Through it all, he curls his hips, hitting that spot harder while taking the curve of my breast in his mouth.

“Fuck me, Foxy. You’re close already. My mouth hasn’t even gotten the slightest taste of you, and you’re more than ready. This hot body rubbing against me all night, your hot pussy grinding on me, it’s a miracle I kept my hands to myself.”

“Jude.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and I arch my back, silently begging him to attach his mouth to my nipples. His dirty words, the way he’s not letting up, it won’t be long until I’m coming all over him.

“Wish like hell you were naked, but that’d mean I’d have to stop, and that’s not gonna happen.

” His nose nudges my top down until one breast is out in the open, and he doesn’t stutter in his task.

He licks my nipple, starting at the tip before circling my pinkened skin.

The moment he wraps his lips around me, pulling deeply, my hips tilt up, and my clit pulses.

“Jude, god, Jude.” My eyes close, and my body tightens. An out-of-this-world experience rushes through me, one I could never have prepared for. No amount of toys, my fingers, or people in my past could ever compare to what Jude does to me.

“My Foxy, look at you falling apart in my bed, right before my eyes.” I hear his voice, the rawness, and when I look at Jude, I can see he’s holding himself back.

He’s on his knees, hands gripping the tops of my thighs, thumbs dangerously close to my core.

Jesus, why do we still have our clothes on again?

I’m unsure why he isn’t doing something, anything to take care of his hard dick.

He’s biting down on his lip so hard I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the skin.

His muscles are pulled taut, and when I scan down the length of his torso, the head of his cock is peeking out.

I whimper, lifting myself up, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his chest, feeling each dip and curve of well-defined form.

I draw a line with the tip of my finger along the light dusting of hair along his happy trail but barely get any further before his hand stops me.

“I want to make you feel good, too.” He stays deep in thought, and my mind starts spinning.

Maybe he’s worried I’ll get scared when my eyes land on his thick dick with his piercing.

I’m not. If anything, I’m excited. I want to wrap the palm of my hand around his length.

I want to know what it’s like to taste him, to watch him come undone exactly like he’s watching me.

“This was for you. Next time, you can have your way with me. Plus, we have less than an hour before we need to be at the festival for our tattoos, and what I want you to do to me, we’ll need a lot longer than that.

” He hops off the bed with an agility I wish I had.

Okay, maybe not all the muscles he’s packing, because seriously, my man is ripped, and not in like a beef stack, take steroids kind of way.

You can tell it’s more of a mix of working with his hands and incorporating weights and cardio at a gym.

“Oh.” I purse my lips, sit up in bed, and adjust my top to tuck in my breast that Jude had his mouth on moments earlier.

“It’ll also include you being naked. You don’t have to put yourself back together for me, Foxy.

I like you undone, writhing on my dick and moaning my name.

” Jude cups his dick, fisting it. It does nothing to help matters when it comes to our mutual craving for one another.

My core aches with emptiness, attempting to grasp at something but only receiving air.

I’m ready to no call, no show the tattoo appointment, say fuck it to the concert, and stay in the van and only come up for air for food and water.

“That can happen right now.” I pull the string of my top down a bit only slid it up my shoulder when he got out of bed.

“Nope, I’m taking a cold-as-fuck shower. Then I’ll feed you and get us to our appointment.” Clearly, there’s no changing his mind. I’m tempted to pout or strip down naked. The way he’s holding himself back tells me he’d probably still remain stoic.

“Fine,” I concede, and he shoots a smirk my way before leaving the small room.

When he gives me his back, every delectable inch of him is there for me to admire, and with each step he takes, my eyes stay on him.

I take in the intricate tattoos, each one telling a story.

Some I can decipher, others I’m left thinking about.

It's not until Jude disappears in the bathroom that realization hits me. He left the light on all night. I’d assumed the brightness would bother him and he would turn it off, but he didn’t, and my chest aches with happiness.

Only my dad and brother ever really do anything like that for me.

My ex-boyfriends sure didn’t, and neither did the girlfriends I’d occasionally spend the night at growing up and into my early twenties.

Nope, they’d make a comment about me being a wuss or a baby.

Jude didn’t. In fact, I’ve yet to tell him about my fear of the dark.

The only way he could even remotely know about me sleeping with a light on is from the other night, further proving my point that he pays attention to the big and small details.

“Foxy, you still in bed?” His voice bounces off the walls in the bathroom.

“No,” I reply, feeling like I got caught sleeping in on a school day before scrambling off the bed.

Since we crawled into bed with a made bed, I go about straightening the sheets and pillows before pulling up the comforter.

Once that’s done, I move into the living area to start my day further, and while I should probably get dressed, Jude isn’t the only one who needs a shower.

I’m reminded of the mess between my legs with every step I take, though I’m not complaining.

Now, I’m thankful for overpacking because my shorts are officially ruined until they’ve been washed.

I’m about to turn on the coffee pot when my phone lights up on the couch.

I completely forgot to plug it in before going to bed last night.

A few steps, and I look at the display. “Well, fuck, now I’m in for it.

” My thumb quickly types the code in, unbothered to use the facial recognition.

There are three messages from Dad and Zane. Damage control is imminent.

Dad: Ronnie, where’s the tequila? I swear this place wouldn’t survive without you.

I smile at the text. He’s not wrong, but also, which freaking tequila is he asking about? There are only about twenty different ones he could be talking about.

Me: Which one? Good morning, by the way. Sorry I didn’t text you yesterday. I hope you won’t run the bar into the ground ;)

I back out of that message thread. While Dad worries, he’s of the mind what he doesn’t know won’t keep him up at night. My brother, on the other hand… Jesus take the wheel, and somebody pray for my soul.

Zane “Bungholio” Navarro: Did you make it? Also, Dad is pestering me about some goddamn tequila. Text him back.

I check the time, realizing he sent the message around the time the festival wrapped up for the night. The next one came this morning.

Zane “Bungholio” Navarro: I swear to god, Veronica. Text me back, or I’m getting in my truck to drive to the festival, and I will make a stink until I find you.

My stomach drops. While my brother can be a pain in the ass, he does mean well. I fire off a text as fast as my fingers will type. There’s no way I’m calling him. He’ll yell through the phone, heavy with emotion, and I don’t want that to be Jude’s first impression of him.

Me: I’m so sorry. I got to the festival. Cell service has been spotty, and by the time I laid my head down, sleep took over. I promise I’m fine. And no, you’re not creating a circle to track me morning, noon, and night. I love you 3

“Everything okay?” Jude walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water trickling along his tan skin, and I’m stuck staring at him. I’m busy wishing the towel would drop so I could finally see exactly what he has been holding back. “Foxy, you gonna answer me?”

“Um, yeah. Sorry. Everything’s fine. I had to text my dad and Zane. Kinda forgot to do that yesterday. I’ll start the coffee while you have a cigarette?” I offer.

“I can wait to smoke until the coffee’s done.” Hopefully, that means Jude will put on some clothes, because if not, I can’t be held accountable for my thoughts or wandering hands.

“Okay.” We go about working around one another. His hand touches me there, grips me here, and I have no problem jutting my ass out when he comes up behind me to reach for the coffee mugs. My body is on a slow sizzle, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back before I combust.