Page 19 of Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6)

JUDE

I rub my hand down my face when the need for another fucking cigarette hits me all at once.

This morning, I woke up from another nightmare, catching myself before Ronnie could notice, or I thought I did.

I slunk out of the bed, deactivated the alarm, and went out back.

The two smokes a day I allow myself to have were demolished, one right after the other.

I could have easily gone through the whole pack.

The only thing stopping me was the person in my bed.

Now, I’m out here again, this time for a different reason entirely.

The thought of walking inside and finding every bit of Ronnie and Ronnie herself gone from my life guts me.

I’ve paced the length of the pool, moved to the yard, did some of the same while picking up a few branches that fell down.

There’s still a shit ton of other stuff to do around in the yard—mowing, weeding, and pruning back some plants.

A problem for another day. I’ve been out here long enough that sweat is coating my temples and back.

It doesn’t matter how long you wait outside. Either she’s inside or not. Whatever decision she makes is hers, I tell myself. I also know I’ll go after her, beg, borrow, and steal to make Ronnie see that this is real and I’m not letting her go.

The moment I open the door to the house, the air conditioner cools my heated skin as my eyes scan the living room looking for Ronnie.

The mess from last night is still evident on the floor, our clothes in different areas, the controller tossed on the couch, and my bottle of water sitting on the floor.

The growling of my stomach reminds me neither one of us has eaten, and while I’d had a meal in between dropping Ronnie off at the bar and coming back, who knows if she did.

I move through the house, listening for any signs of movement, but don’t hear jack shit.

A few more steps, and I’m in the kitchen, hitting the fridge to pull out everything to make bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches.

Ronnie prefers avocado on hers in lieu of mayo.

I’ve learned a lot at the festival, especially her eating habits.

The only thing I need to figure out is what to make for a side.

A quick look in the freezer has me finding home fries buried in the back. Those should be finished around the same time the bacon is done frying. I’ve still got my head inside, digging out the other shit that’s probably been sitting for too long, when I hear Ronnie’s voice.

“Jude?” She pauses for a moment, probably trying to figure out where I am.

I grab the bag, close the door, and am about to tell her I’m in the kitchen when she says, “There you are. I couldn’t find you.

I swear I looked everywhere. The bedroom, the bathroom, the garage, even out back.

I probably should have started here first.”

“Probably missed me if you went out the bedroom. I just came in from out back. You hungry?” I’m not pushing the conversation we only had thirty minutes ago. The last thing she needs is pressure of any kind.

“Can we talk first?” I drop the home fries with the other ingredients. The palms of my hands press down on the granite countertop, head hanging between my shoulders, and my breathing is ragged as fuck.

“Jude.” Her hand touches the middle of my back and moves in a soothing manner, and when I feel her lips on my skin, I’m finally able to take the first full breath since I woke up this morning. When her arm wraps around my waist, I hold her there with my hand.

“Foxy.” She spins around, coming between me and the counter. I watch and feel as her hands glide along my bare chest, one palm covering the tattoo carefully and the other sliding behind me neck. She is silently asking me to dip my head closer to hers.

“I’m not upset with you, and I’m not leaving. It took me aback, and I needed time to process.” The rasp of her voice does everything to me—my heart, my head, my dick. It has me in one hell of a tailspin.

“Thank fuck.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you, but I can’t hold a grudge for very long. Plus, I really, really like you. All I ask is no more tracking type shit unless we talk about it first, okay?” She purses her lips, making me want nothing more than to put my mouth on hers.

“Really like you, too, Foxy. No new tracking devices, but the one on your phone stays there. You want to do the same to mine, I’ll set it up for you.” The group does the same with their significant others, and Briar is about to get the same deal on the watch Trent and Kennedy bought her.

“I’d like that, a lot.” The words barely leave her mouth before I’m wrapping my arms around her, lips attaching to hers, and I’m sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips before gaining entrance.

I don’t take things slow. It’s fast, raw, and all consuming.

When Ronnie lets out another gasp, I take things a step further.

I lift her by the hips, place her on the counter, and spread her thighs.

“I thought we were going to eat,” she says with a shriek when her ass meets the cold countertop.

“Gonna eat you first, Foxy.” I tilt her hips, cursing the underwear that’s hiding her pussy from my view. “Hope you don’t like these.” My hand slides to her hip, pulling on the thin string. One good tug, and the wrenching of fabric along with our breathing is the only noise in the kitchen.

“I don’t think it matters if I did or not. Pretty sure that would happen no matter what. In case you wanted to know, your mouth and fingers on me are better than any scrap of fabric.” I drop to my knees, and my hands move beneath her thighs to pull her as close to the edge as I can get her.

“Good to know.” My voice is gruff. I’m too enraptured at the sight in front of me. Ronni’s pussy is soft, puffy, and saturated. I’ve yet to touch her, and she’s already wet for me.

The tip of my tongue slides down one side of her center to the other, ignoring where she needs me for the time being.

I’m too busy licking every drop that coats her flesh.

Her taste floods my senses, blurs my vision, and makes me want to bury my head between her thighs, every waking hour of every waking day.

The touch of her fingers digging into my hair, pulling me where she wants me, does nothing to deter me from my goal.

I suck one lip into my mouth while my eyes scan up Ronnie’s body, seeing her nipples tighten beneath her shirt.

Shit, it seems she always has a shirt on at the most inconvenient times.

Still, her crystal-blue orbs hooded with desire as they look down at me, it’s goddamn perfection.

I repeat the same process on the other side of her pussy, then help tilt her hips upward to push my thumb to her entrance and wrap my lips around her clit.

She pulses around my finger, wanting more, needing more.

“No, no, no,” she groans when I take my finger away from her. She’ll like what I’ll do next more. I swipe her wetness to her back entrance, getting it ready for my finger stretching and preparing her to take my cock.

“Foxy, you good?” I pull back, thumb going back into her pussy, while I press two fingers in her ass, watching as she wiggles down on them.

“I’d be better if you’d get to work, or I can always take matters into my own hand,” she attempts to spur me on while pulling at her shirt with her unoccupied hand, lifting it but not taking it off.

Instead, I’m left watching her play with her breast through the fabric.

Damn, if she doesn’t know how to make me do what she wants.

I lick and suck at her clit, drawing circles, clockwise and counterclockwise.

I go for fucking broke, already know after she comes on my mouth, the next time she’ll come on my cock, pulling me right along with her.

“Jude.” She loses the fight in keeping her eyes open.

I hate it, but the last thing I’m going to do is pull back.

Especially when I’m able to scissor my fingers in her ass, and she’s clenching down on my thumb.

The pulsing vibrations of her body swirl around, her thighs squeeze my ears, trapping me where she wants me, and lucky for her, I’m right where I want to be.

“More. So close, please don’t stop. Please, please, please, Jude.” I time my fingers, pulling them in and out in tandem. She’ll have to get used to taking more than what she is right now if I’m going to take her ass anytime soon.

I redouble my efforts, keeping my fingers and thumb moving, scraping my teeth along her clit before sucking on it in long, deep pulls. Ronnie’s hands tighten in my hair, smashing my face to her pussy, and she arches her body right where she wants me while pinching her nipple.

“Jude, fuck, Jude.” Her head rocks back on her shoulders, elongating her neck and making me crave to taste her there, too.

Through her orgasm, I keep my pace the same until her body sags.

Only then do I slowly pull my fingers out of her ass, keeping my thumb pressing and out, allowing her cunt to suck at it.

I pull back and press a kiss on her clit before standing up. My shorts are tented, wetness seeping through the jersey fabric. My cock is more than ready to be inside Ronnie’s wet depths.

“Foxy, open your eyes for me.” Her body is soft and languid when she gives me what I want. The crystal blue only intensifies. She’s insatiable.

“You don’t even have to ask.” She pulls her hand away from her tit, immediately attacks my shorts, and takes my cock out. The velvet of her touch coupled with how she’s jacking my length means it’s me who’s on the edge now.

“Line me up,” I groan. My fingers come away with wetness, smearing it on the inside of Ronnie’s thighs. My nostrils flare with need, loving that I’m the one who has my woman like this.

“Hurry, hurry,” she begs.

“Watch with me.” I lick my lips, still tasting her flavor.

My nostrils flare when her eyes look at the same place I am.

Her cunt flares open, the lips of her pussy stretching as my mushroom-shaped tip sinks inside her.

Her wetness makes the process a hell of a lot easier.

She takes me so fucking prettily, I have to take a deep fucking breath.

“I’m never going to get used to watching, Jude,” she admits, hands going to the counter, palms flat, and legs wrapped around my hips.

“And I never want you to, Foxy.” My hands grip her thighs, my thumbs sliding closer to her center and one landing on her clit, slowly coasting along the tight bud before I slam inside all the way to the hilt.

“Mouth,” I moan. This is going to be fast and hard.

There’s no going slow, no teasing Ronnie.

My need for her is too damn much to bear.

The minute her lips land on mine, my tongue slides in, and our kiss coincides with each time I pull in and out of her.

It doesn’t take long until we’re both going at one another .

“Foxy.” Her scent, her body, and knowing I’m so goddamn lucky to have here with me instead of watching her leave, like most sane people would and the thought of losing her overwhelms me.

The way my brain is wired, to protect the people I love, and her allowing me to do so, it’s like a balm to my soul.