Page 4 of Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers #6)

JUDE

I ’m awake before Ronnie, not that I’m surprised in the least. The hours she’s been working to make it to our four-day event should make me feel like a complete dick.

Yet it doesn’t, especially since I’ll be with her the entire time.

She won’t be working non-fucking-stop. Let me rephrase that, and this is where I do sound like an utter asshole.

Our schedules are so damn conflicting, it’s why we’re just now meeting in person.

I’ve been working on a contract for another app, one that has been kicking my dick in the dirt.

Anytime I think I’ve got it perfected, the company comes back with five more changes.

The deposit they’ve given me has long since diminished, and the invoice I sent them last night might have them reconsidering their way of thinking.

The sight before me is hot as fuck. Sometime in the middle of the night, Ronnie must have gotten hot.

The comforter and sheets are kicked to the bottom of the bed, and she’s lying on her side.

My mouth waters at the sight, Ronnie’s dark hair is tousled from sleep, spread haphazardly across her forehead and on her pillow, a tendril is trailing down the slope of her neck.

Her arms are in front of her chest do nothing to hide the cleavage that’s currently pushed up, giving me more of a view than I received last night.

The only difference is I don’t get to see her pebbled nipples.

Still, I keep my gaze lingering on her body, trailing down to her stomach, to the slight swell that makes me like it even more.

I’ve more than noticed the clothing she uses to accentuate her features instead of hiding beneath them in the form of baggy clothes.

She possesses a quiet confidence, one that radiates around her, making me want her even fucking more.

The curves of Ronnie’s body have my hands balling into fists in an attempt to hold back the need to take care of my pulsing dick. Three strokes would be all I’d need, and my stomach, hand and thighs would be coated with my cum. Then I’d have a hell of a lot of explaining to do to Ronnie.

I lick my lips, more than ready to have her every damn way I can—gripping her flared hips as I take her from behind, above her with her legs wrapped around my waist, or, a personal favorite, while she’s straddling my lap.

I could have my way with her easily. Ronnie bouncing up and down on my cock, swiveling her hips, and then grinding against my pelvis to work her clit.

My mouth would be on her nipples, licking, sucking, and biting one after the other.

And if she’s really into it, I’d slip my hand between the cheeks of her ass, press my luck, and hopefully feel her tighten around my finger. She’d be completely full of me .

My gaze sweeps upward when I hear a soft and subtle moan tumble from her lips.

I’m almost worried she’ll wake up before I get my fill of her like this.

Once I see Ronnie’s eyes are still closed and her lips parted, I continue the path down her sleeping form.

I’m back at the juncture of her thighs, watching as her legs press together.

Ronnie continues to make a purr-like noise, and there’s no way I can stop from looking at her.

The shorts she’s wearing are tight, black, and short, molded so perfectly, they’re like a second skin.

I bite my tongue when I notice what the fabric is doing to her.

Motherfucking fuck. Christ on a cracker.

The lips of her pussy are spread by the seam of her shorts cutting down the middle, outlining the softness between her legs. A place where I want my face buried as I lick her until she’s flying apart.

And there’s more. Son of a bitch. She’s going to be my downfall.

I’m not going to be able to hold back a grunt of my own.

My cock is dripping with precum, gathering at the tip and soaking my shorts, exactly like hers .

The black cotton is visibly darker than the rest of the shorts.

She’s so damn wet, and I’m beginning to realize exactly why she’s been moaning.

Ronnie is having a dream, a fucking naughty one at that, and I fucking hope that whatever has her so riled up involves me.

My hand slides beneath the sheets gathered at my waist, pressing down on my dick, and damn if I’m not tempted to take care of myself while watching her sleep. I’m barely able to recover from thinking about all the things I want to do with her and to her when I have to lock my shit down.

“’Mornin’, Foxy.” I’ve been waiting for her eyes to open for what seems like hours when it’s barely been an hour. Last night, when she fell asleep hard and fast, it took me a bit to settle in. In all actuality, I probably should have hung up the phone, but something was holding me back.

I move my hand out from under the covers, strategically placing a pillow on my lap in case she can see the evidence of my hard cock. Last night might have had me ready to go. This morning, though, it’s on a completely different level. Need and want seem to coexist at this point.

“Jude? What? How?” Ronnie is slowly blinking the sleep away. I noticed last night that she kept a light on, whether that was because we were on the phone and she wanted to be able to see me or if that’s something she usually does, I don’t know.

“Fell asleep, same as you, Ronnie. When I woke up to your soft snores, figured I’d at least say good morning before getting off the phone.

” The look she sends my way is one of astonishment.

Her mouth opens and closes, her eyes narrow into slits, and I can tell she’s gearing up for some type of comeback.

“Says the man who woke me up in the middle of the night, sawing logs of his own.” She moves from her side to her back.

The way she has her phone propped up, I’m able to get an unobstructed view of her.

Which is why I have to clench my jaw when she throws her head back, pretending to be me while she’s making some epic fucking noise.

All I can see is the way her chest rises and falls, tits I’ve dreamed about having in my hands, my mouth littering her skin with my marks while I watch her lose her breath, similar to how she looks right now.

It's hard not to laugh at her antics, especially when she’s in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“I get the hint, woman. I guess that means the likelihood of being smothered with a pillow in my future will increase,” I cut into her comedy hour.

“Yep, especially if you tell me I snore.” She tilts her head to the side, a coy smile playing on her plump cherry-colored lips.

“Even though it’s cute as hell?” I’m sinking my ship further to the bottom of the ocean, where it could stay and potentially become coral reef.

Except watching Ronnie go through the range of emotions from sleeping to waking up to annoyance and then laughter would have me doing it over and over again.

“Nice, really nice.” She rolls back toward me, grabbing the blanket with her foot until her hand reaches it.

When she’s settled, her hands go beneath her cheek, and while I’m more than ready to mourn the fact that I’ve lost my view of Ronnie’s hot body, I’m also glad in a way.

She had to have gotten cold, and it’s not like I’m there to keep her warm.

“What time are you going into work today?” I ask, sitting up until my back is leaning against the headboard. Her eyes watch every move I make as I grab the phone and hold on to it. The damn thing is hot from being on all night, and the battery is currently in the red zone.

“I’m closing again tonight, so six. What time is it?” She looks around her room. The room is dark minus the slash of light that bounces off the corner from what I’m assuming is coming from her bathroom.

“Almost noon.” Ronnie grabs the phone where she had it propped up on a pillow, looking frazzled, and starts flailing at the covers, kicking them off then climbing out of bed.

I’m greeted with a different view, one where she’s standing, a lot like last night when I got the surprise of my life and she called me.

I may have suggested the video call, but she took the decision by the balls and didn’t hold back.

“Jude, why the hell are you still in bed or on the phone with me? You wanted to be on the road heading to Rock the Nation by ten.” She yanks the curtains back, wincing as the sun shines brightly in her eyes.

“Goddamn, Foxy.” Seeing her at night through a phone had my knees ready to hit the ground and pray to whatever fucking god there is to let me keep this woman in my life. This morning, though… Son of a bitch, if it weren’t for my ass lying in bed, my knees would have already hit the floor.

“What?” Ronnie doesn’t have a goddamn clue how gorgeous she is.

“You, Ronnie. You. The reason I’m not off the phone or on the road yet is because I didn’t wake up that much earlier than you,” I explain as she moves away from the window after opening the blackout drapes, which allows me to see her.

Instead of going back to her bed, she plops down in a chair, grabs a blanket, and places it on her lap.

I can see the circles beneath her eyes from the lack of sleep lately.

She’s slept a solid seven hours and still looks like she could use another seven.

“Shit, is that because of me?” She doesn’t know that I’ve been adjusting my schedule to hers when I can, and doing so means I’m sleeping in later.

“No, not at fucking all.” I move the pillow off my lap, flip the covers back, and grab the phone myself.

My room gets more sunlight than Ronnie’s, probably the reason I woke up when I did, or I’d have slept all day.

“You sure you don’t want to stay with me at the campground?

” I’ve been trying to convince her to stay the night with me, and I’ve had zero luck.

“You make it really hard to resist, you know that?” she says with a smile.

“Does that mean it’s working?” I flex my muscles with each step I take to the alarm keypad.

I have the app on my phone to arm and disarm it.

I also have a voice activated way of doing it.

This way causes less interruption, and I’m able to focus on Ronnie.

I take a step outside, immediately heading to where my smokes are on the table, and wait for her response.

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ , exaggerating her stance.

“You worried about money?” I ask, situating the phone on the table. My cock finally got with the program and settled down.

“Aren’t I always?” Ronnie lets out a puff of air as I’m inhaling when I light my cigarette. Through it all, she’s had her eyes on me, watching as I picked up the pack, pulled one out with my mouth, flicked the lighter, and cupped my hand while lighting up.

“I already offered, but it’s always there, Foxy.

You need money, I’ll pay for the tickets to be upgraded.

” I’ve hacked into more than I should have.

While her bank account isn’t rolling zeroes, it isn’t stacked, either.

That’s a fucking secret that will go to my grave.

Not a single soul will ever know all the information I’ve pulled on her, not even my brothers.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. How about we compromise?” I arch my eyebrows and take a drag from my smoke.

“Somehow, I think this might backfire on my ass.” She tosses her head back, elongating her throat while laughing at my statement. If only she knew what I’d have in mind with her sexy-as-fuck mouth.

“It won’t, maybe. How about this? Let’s play it by ear.

See how the first day of the event goes.

” I notice she’s worrying her bottom lip, probably over money again.

I’m going to make some calls and see if they’ll upgrade Ronnie’s shit.

A lot of times, these events don’t sell every ticket, and instead of missing out, they’ll finagle a few things.

The more bodies at the festival, the longer they’ll stay, and the more they’ll make.

“Sounds good to me, Foxy,” I respond on an exhale, blowing out the smoke as I look right at her.

“I better let you go. I’ve got a few chores to do before work.” Either she’s upset about hanging up or aggravated with work, or both.

“Ronnie?” I grab her attention before we get off the phone.

“Yeah, Jude?”

“Fuckin’ loved watching you wake up, especially since I couldn’t do it in person yet.” I leave her with those words before hitting the end button, having the last word, or so I thought. My phone vibrates across the table with a text from her.

Foxy: Not nice, Jude, not nice at all. And yeah, it was nice waking up with you, too. Talk soon 3

Me: Text me when you leave for work. I’ll check in when I’ve got the van set up.

I finish smoking my cigarette before I get my day started. I’ve got clothes to load in the van, food to pack up, and a few other things before I’ll get on the road. Still, fucking hate that she’s working while I’ll be thirty minutes away from her.