Page 23 of Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6)

JUDE

“ I s she asleep?” I ask Ronnie when she walks through the bedroom door.

Rory went from my arms to Ronnie’s after twenty or so minutes.

My sister wasn’t calm by any means, and I almost called Luke, the doctor of our group, to see if he’d make a house call.

Then I thought better of it. He’s an obstetrician/gynecologist, the chances of him having a sedative on hand were probably slim to none.

I watched the two of them walk to the guest room together, Ronnie’s arm wrapped around Rory’s waist and my sister’s head tucked into the crook of her shoulder.

“Yeah, I put some nighttime medicine with a drink on the nightstand, and she asked for me to keep the bedroom door open,” Ronnie replies, walking toward the bed.

She drops her shorts to the ground and crawls under the covers.

“Are you coming to bed?” She might make it sound like a question, but there’s no denying Ronnie wants me in bed with her, and while I’m sure sleep won’t come easy to me, I’ll lie there with her even if it’s with my eyes wide open.

We both need something good to hold on to tonight.

“Foxy, there’s no other place I’d rather be.” I slide in beside her. She instantly turns into my body. Her cold nose touches my neck, and the palm of her hand goes to the tattoo I had inked on my skin for her.

“Promise me, Jude. You’ll talk to me or somebody when you’re ready. I don’t want to push or ask a million times if you’re okay or what’s wrong.” I place my hand over hers, giving it a soft squeeze while thinking about the right words to say.

There’s so much we have to talk about. Picking at the scab that is my father and the thought of bringing him up when we’re in bed unnerves me to the core.

“I will, but it won’t be tonight. Too much has already happened today, and I’d rather shut my fucking mind off for a little bit.

” There’s no bark to my response, more along the lines of a bone-deep weariness has set in.

I’ve yet to give Rory or Ronnie the full details, only that our father has been arrested, and an investigation is underway.

The next few days are going to be rough as hell on Rory between statements that need to be given and packing up clothes and shit from Bobbi’s apartment, which I will not be allowing my sister to enter, and then there’s figuring out what Rory would like to do for her mom’s final resting place.

“Alright.” I play with the tendrils of Ronnie’s hair, feeling her body relax, and while I’d love nothing more than to fall asleep right along with her, it seems like an impossible task.

I probably should get up and check on Rory, check my phone for any messages I could have received.

Then there’s a part of me that’s ready to hack into the government system to see what they’ve done with the abusive, murdering piece-of-shit man.

But before I can make that decision, my eyes fall closed, and somehow, sleep takes me under.

I’m tossed into a nightmare, the same one that always plays on repeat when they come in the middle of the night.

It’s of the last time I saw my father when we lived under one roof together.

I’d never call it a home. That would require it to be happy, a place where you can get your fill of food and be provided for in a way that you didn’t second-guess your existence in life.

Mom had already taken off, or that’s how it seemed.

After tonight’s events, I’m wondering what really happened, since any time I’ve searched for any type of digital footprint, I haven’t come up with a damn thing.

Dad came home rip-roaring drunk, looking to fight, berating me about something unintelligible, but what I did hear was how he told me I was worthless, how I’d turn out to be just like him, and that’s when I started wailing on him.

The anger he accused me of having burst out of me.

For every punch he sent my way, I sent it right back.

By the time everything was said and done, my cheek was fractured, my knuckles were beyond bloody, and I had a few broken ribs.

Dad didn’t fair too well, either, but he managed to take off in his truck, and I dragged my ass to Tysen’s.

“Jude, honey. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Ronnie’s voice pulls me out of the past. My eyes open, my breathing settles, and I’m instantly wrapping my arms around her body.

“Need you, Foxy.” My body trembles as I settle Ronnie on her back. Her thighs immediately bracket either side of my hips. The only thing in my way of sinking inside her tight heat are the shorts I’m wearing.

“Then take me, Jude.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m about to back away, which fucking sucks because her body completely pressing against hers feels indescribable.

I want her to see what she does to me.

I want her to feel how my body loses control with one touch against of velvet skin.

I want my touch to be so permanently ingrained in her that she’ll always feel me.

“We have to be quiet,” I whisper huskily into her ear when she wraps the palm of her hand around my dick, stroking the length up and down while drawing her thumb in slow caresses against the cum gathering at the tip.

“I can do that, but can you?” She moves lower, crossing her ankles at my back, tilting her hips, and cascading her lips along my cheek. The rough stubble will likely abrade her sensitive skin, though she doesn’t seem to care.

“I guess we’re about to find out.” I pump my hips into her hand, liking the way she works me—soft hands, firm grip, and keeping the motion at the same steady rhythm.

“Do you want me to close the door all the way?” she asks.

“No,” I reply, shaking my head at the thought of losing her. There are two rooms between us and my sister’s, and I’ll use my mouth or hand to keep the noises to a minimum.

“Okay.” Ronnie’s hand doesn’t leave my dick. A wiggle of her body, and she slides further down.

“Fuck me, Foxy, you’re wet and ready for me, like always.

I’m so goddamn lucky.” I’m still holding her close to me.

Her shirt pisses me off, that we’re not skin to skin.

I’d usually rectify that immediately. Except Ronnie is teasing the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.

I have half a mind to take over, tired of not being planted inside her, where I belong.

“Yeah,” she says on a soft sigh, lifting her head away from the crook of my shoulder.

I watch as her head meets the mattress, hair fanning around her, eyes laced with the same lust I’m sure is being reciprocated.

“Please, Jude.” When her hand leaves my dick, I grunt, missing the feeling.

I’m not upset for long when she pushes my body down with the strength of her legs.

Her hands are still between our bodies, the backs grazing along my heated flesh, and when I lift away from her torso the slightest bit, realization hits me.

Ronnie takes ahold of the end of her shirt, does a lift without losing me, and pulls the fabric off her body.

“Christ, Foxy, you’re so beautiful it makes my chest ache.

” I slide me knees beneath her, and she’s nearly full of me.

The light coming from the bathroom is doing me a solid.

Every night, I make sure it’s on for Ronnie, and while she needs the illumination, to me it’s not a necessity, but the reward is well fucking worth it.

“Jude,” she moans, holding back when she realizes her voice could potentially carry. I probably should have realized the downfall of this house when I purchased it. At the time, the bedrooms all being on one side didn’t make a difference to me. Now, I’m having some regrets.

“Love the way you feel wrapped around me, needing me just as much as I need you.” My movements are shallow, allowing Ronnie to get used to me again.

“More,” she begs with eagerness. My piercing drags along her sensitive flesh, and it doesn’t matter that we’ve had sex in damn near every place possible, going at each other once or twice a day since we’ve been together, she’s still tight as hell.

The last thing I want is to take her too roughly and her be out of commission because I fucked her too hard.

“I’ll give you more, Foxy, but you gotta be quiet.” Her hard nipples are pebbled, increasing the sensation with the hair on my chest.

“Then shut up and kiss me, Jude.” Our mouths collide, and we groan into our kiss.

Her tongue seeks mine, arms snaking around my shoulders, the tips of her fingers scoring my back, and I’m on the verge of losing control.

There’s no calming the craving that has me ready to fuck my cock in and out of her.

She clenches around me as she moans. I quickly swallow them down, and when my tip penetrates deep, I’m damn near seeing stars.

“You good still?” I pull back from our kiss for a moment, worry coating me from the inside out, and that’s saying something with the way my body keeps moving in and out of hers.

“Yes. Stop holding back.” Ronnie grits her teeth with each slow, lazy drag of my cock.

“Next time, I’m taking your ass, Foxy. You’re more than ready.

” And she is. My fingers, her toys, we’ve been working our way up for her to take me.

I want to own every part of her body, and the only way to do that is to prep her, especially with my piercing.

It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to take my piercing out, until she shivered and said she wants to know what it feels like to have me, all of me.

“God.” Her eyes roll when I shove all the way back inside, the tops of my thighs tilting her further up and letting me hit that fucking spot again.

Ronnie’s making me see stars. My balls are pulling tightly against me, and I make sure to swivel my hips while staying seated inside her cunt.

I’m not coming before her, not this time, and there have been times where my woman has made me do exactly that.

She can work her muscles, causing me to lose control, and I more than repay the favor afterward.

My fingers sinking inside, my mouth working her clit until she loses all sense of time.

“Christ.” My mouth returns to hers, nipping at her bottom lip, pulling it out, and at the slightest noise she makes, I’m gaining entrance.

We’re both nearly there, our bodies working together, her spine curving backward, meeting me every time I pound into her.

We’re soaked with sweat, tendrils of hair stick to her cheek, and while her eyes are closed, mine aren’t.

I want to see Ronnie every single time she falls apart.

When she shatters, her arms loosen their hold, her nails more than likely leaving tracks where they slide down my back and sides.

A tremor takes hold, and through her orgasm, my pace never falters.

When I come, it’s where I belong—with her.

There’s nothing like no barriers, well aware of the fact that she’s mine and I’m hers.

“Wow.” I lost sight of her while coming, and her word has me looking down at her.

“Yeah.” Maybe it dawns on her like it dawns on me. This wasn’t sex, or fucking, or whatever else people call it. This was the two of us connecting in the most intimate way possible .

“I think we might need to shower.” She’s still recovering, her chest lifting up and down at a rapid pace.

“No.” I shake my head. “I want me planted inside you, and I’m not washing you off me, either.” A heady look washes over her beautiful face, and I’m hit yet again with the realization that Veronica Navarro is the balm to my goddamn soul.

“Okay.” Her response makes me pull out and move so I can watch the entire process of my come sliding out of her cunt. A low growl settles in my chest when my fingers scoop it up and press it back where it belongs—inside Ronnie. Always inside.