Page 17 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Jude

I ’m at Lola’s door with two smoothies in my hands.

I’m definitely not playing it cool right now. It’s barely eight in the morning. The neighborhood is still quiet and there isn’t a single light on inside Lola’s house. I’m hoping that means her roommates are still asleep. But there’s a good chance Lola is too.

She wasn’t exactly sober when I walked her up to her room last night.

I thought about staying, but I didn’t know how she’d feel waking up and finding me there. So I left and now I'm showing up first thing in the morning.

I probably should have texted first. And there’s a chance she is going to be uncomfortable with the fact that I stalked her social media until I found a post that described her favorite smoothie.

This was probably a dumb idea.

I can still feel the way her shoulders shook last night when I held her. And all I could think was how badly I wanted to take care of her.

I knock softly, hoping it’s loud enough that someone will hear me. It’s not long before the door opens.

It’s Lola, thank fuck. She looks like she just woke up. Her bun is unraveling, with half her hair falling down over her face. She’s drowning in an oversized T-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. It doesn’t look like she’s wearing anything else.

I can feel myself getting half-hard just looking at her.

She blinks at me, clearly not caffeinated yet, and I just stand there like an idiot. Even sleep rumpled, she's still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

All I can think is I want to wake up next to this girl every morning.

I can’t tell her that, though. That’s insane.

We’ve only slept together once and she has successfully pretended it never happened.

Now is not exactly the time to tell her that I believe in soulmates and I’m pretty sure she’s mine.

“I come bearing gifts.” I lift the smoothie. “Want company?”

She hesitates, eyes flicking down to the cup, then back to my face. Then she steps aside without a word.

She leads me into the kitchen. When she takes the smoothie, she doesn’t say anything, just sticks the straw in and takes a sip like she’s on autopilot.

I let a few seconds pass before I speak. “Did you sleep?”

She shrugs.

“Little? Or not at all?”

Another shrug. She takes another sip. It doesn’t look like she’s even tasting it.

I try again. “You know, this is the part where most people say thank you. Okay, let’s do this. If you blink twice, I’ll assume it means ‘thanks, Jude. You’re a god among men and I want to worship at your altar.’”

She huffs. It's not quite a laugh, but it’s something close.

I wish she would tell me what’s going on with her. This isn’t the beautiful girl who went home with me that first night. This one is shutting the door again, and I hate how helpless that makes me feel.

She’s in the room with me, but barely. I can feel her pulling back, and it makes my chest ache. I don’t want distance. I want her.

I may not know her that well, but I’ve noticed that she bottles everything up inside. She needs someone to lean on and I want that someone to be me.

I keep my tone easy. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to play the silent game. I have to tell you, I’m not very good at it.”

She glances up for the first time, eyes dull. “I’m not.”

It’s the first thing she’s said since letting me in. I wait for more, but she looks away again, fingers tightening around the smoothie cup.

I pop the lid off mine. The smell hits instantly—raw greens and regret.

She wrinkles her nose. “What the hell is in that?”

“Dirt.” It tastes worse than it smells, but it’s good for the body. It offers all kinds of benefits I just can’t say no to. “And suffering.”

She watches me, quiet for a second, then lifts a brow. “Did you blend that yourself with your lawn mower?”

I snort. “Could have. Spirulina, kale, lemon, ginger, and cayenne.”

She pretends to gag. “You drink that on purpose?”

“Every day. Builds character.” I take a long sip to prove it. It’s disgusting. I grimace, and she finally cracks a smile. “Want a sip?”

Her eyes narrow. “Absolutely not.”

“You sure? Tastes sooo good.”

She wrinkles her nose again, but the corner of her mouth lifts in a half-smile. The first smile she’s given me today. It’s small, but it’s real, and I’m greedy enough to want another.

I take a step closer.

She doesn’t back away. Her hand is still wrapped around her cup, but her eyes lift to mine.

I reach out and set my smoothie on the counter without breaking eye contact. Then I close the rest of the distance between us. My hand slides to the counter behind her. I lean in slowly, close enough that I can feel her exhale on my mouth.

“Tell me to go home if you want,” I murmur.

Her fingers go still around the cup.

Then she kisses me.

My hand lifts instinctively, cupping the back of her head. I brush along her face as I lean in, needing more. I feel the smallest sound catch in her throat. It’s brief, barely a moment—then she pulls back.

“Yeah,” she says, blinking up at me with a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “That’s as disgusting as advertised.”

I laugh. Every part of me still leans toward her. I nearly weep with relief when she doesn’t pull away.

Her eyes flick over my face. That shield she’s been holding up starts to slip, just a little.

I press another small kiss to her lips because I can’t help myself. When I pull back, her eyes have softened.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “For taking care of me last night.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

She leans into the counter behind her. “You didn’t exactly take care of me, though.”

My brow arches.

She gives me a pointed look. “Your lips made promises your body didn’t deliver on.”

My blood rushes south so fast I nearly forget how to stand.

“Last night…you needed to be held more than you needed to be taken.”

Her eyes stay on mine.

“But I haven’t stopped thinking about what it would feel like to do both.”

She sets the smoothie down.

“So do it.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. My mouth is on hers before the sentence finishes echoing in my head. Her lips part under mine and I take full advantage of them. Her hands slide up my chest, catching in the fabric of my shirt. She pulls me in, and I go without hesitation.

Her breath stutters against my mouth as I grip her thighs and lift her up. She clings to me as I carry her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room.

Once we’re in her room and I’ve locked the door, and tested the lock, I don’t waste time.

I pull her shirt over her head. I nearly lose it when I find her bare underneath. Her nipples are already tight. I palm her breasts and roll one of her nipples between my fingers. Her head falls back with a quiet gasp. I trail kisses along the column of her throat.

I reach behind me and grab a fistful of my own shirt, dragging it over my head and blindly tossing it to the side. She caresses my chest, continuing down my stomach, and lower.

“Still want me to take care of you?” I ask.

Her eyes flash. “You said you haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I haven’t.” I kiss her again. “Not for a second.”

I walk us backward to the bed and drop her onto the mattress. She lands with a soft thud. I unfasten my jeans, push them and my boxers down, and kick them aside.

She watches every move I make. Her gaze stays locked on me, heavy with something that feels a hell of a lot deeper than lust. Fuck, please let her feel everything I do.

Her legs fall open just enough to show me what’s waiting.

The sight makes my cock twitch. I can’t even stop the groan that leaves my lips.

Her pussy is just as pretty as I remember and it’s already glistening. My cock throbs so hard it aches.

She’s perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

I crawl onto the bed with her and settle between her thighs, lowering myself to where she’s aching for me.

“Already so wet for me.” I run my fingers through her lips. Her clit pulses beneath my thumb. She moans when I press against it. “And I haven’t even started yet.”

“Then start,” she pants.

I push two fingers inside her. She cries out, clutching at the sheets. Her pussy clenches hard around my fingers.

“Fuck, yeah.” I search for the spot I remember drives her crazy. She jerks when I find it.

I keep my rhythm steady, fingers pumping in and out while my thumb works her clit. She’s already so damn close.

She looks up at me with glassy eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” I lean down and kiss her hard. “Let go, baby.”

She shatters with a cry, pulling me deeper as her hips jerk and stutter.

“Jude.”

“I know, baby.”

I guide the tip of my cock through her slick heat. I drag it over her clit once, twice, before pushing just the head inside. Her eyes roll back and flutter closed.

“C-condom,” she sputters. She waves toward the nightstand. I dig through the drawer and grab the first one I feel, rolling it on as quickly as I can without tearing the damn thing in half.

I don't have the patience to tease this time. I grip her hips, line myself up, and push in deep.

She moans low in her throat. Her heels jump to my thighs and dig in as I bottom out.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel even better than I remembered.”

“Then don’t forget again.”

I grip her wrists and pin them over her head, threading our fingers together as I start to move. The first thrust is slow. Her body pulls me in, wrapping around me with impossible heat. I draw back, then push in again, deeper this time. She moans deeply.

She lifts her hips to meet each stroke, matching my rhythm without hesitation. When her eyes find mine, something in me shifts. There’s no guard left in her gaze—just need.

“You feel so good,” I whisper against her mouth.

She drags her nails down my spine. “Then don’t stop.”

Her legs wrap around my waist until her ankles lock at the base of my spine. Her hands move over my shoulders, up to my neck, then tangle in my hair. She pulls me down, presses her mouth to mine, and kisses me.

She gasps when I hit that spot again. Her nails rake down my back as I start to fuck her harder.

“More,” she begs.

I give her more.

Her breath turns ragged. Her moans grow louder. She starts to meet every thrust with a frantic rhythm of her own. I can feel her pussy start to flutter around me.

“You gonna come again?” I growl.

She nods quickly. “Yes. God, yes.”

Her body starts to shake beneath me, the tension in her legs winding tight. I keep going, every thrust aimed to keep her right there on the edge. I know she’s close when her breath catches in broken gasps and her hips start twitching.

I feel the tremble in her thighs as her orgasm takes over. And then she shatters. I watch her face, mesmerized by how beautiful she is.

I bury my face in her neck and inhale her sweet scent. Her pulse pounds beneath my lips and her body vibrates around me. The pressure begins to pull me under. I drive in deep one more time and then I break too.

My muscles lock. My heart pounds. My lungs burn as I empty into her.

I don’t move except to ease some of my weight off her. I kiss her shoulder as I hold the condom tight as I ease out of her. I tie it off and drop it into the wastebasket by the bed without moving away from her.

Her fingertips slowly move up and down my back and it feels so fucking good. She looks at me for a moment with this unreadable expression. And then she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

I melt into it. Her tongue slips against mine and I kiss her back with everything I have.

When she pulls away, she doesn’t move far.

I rest my chin on top of her head and close my eyes. I don’t know how long she’ll stay like this, but for now—she’s here.

And I’ll hold onto that for as long as she lets me.