Page 33 of Mr. Perfect
Adifferent kind of thrill spread through Felix’s veins like lava, shoving all thoughts of Jude aside. Well, almost all. Felix let himself briefly imagine the fiery liquid pulling Jude under its current. He pivoted his body toward Rocky. “Show me.”
Rocky shook his head. “We gotta get out of here. He’s coming.”
A loud thud sounded against Felix’s window, making him jump. Rocky only looked annoyed, so Felix had a good idea who stood outside the SUV. He twisted his torso and confirmed Jude was staring at him through the window. His nemesis looked angry, roughed up, and so fucking hot. Felix turned back around to Rocky. “Ignore him. I’ll run over his foot.”
“He wasn’t the one I was talking about,” Rocky said. “Spencer wasn’t too far behind me, and I didn’t want him to exit the club and recognize the vehicle.”
Jude pounded against the glass.Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Goddamn it,” Felix said as he shoved open the door hard enough to propel Jude backward a few steps. Too bad he hadn’t knocked the nuisance on his delectable ass. Felix stepped onto the asphalt but left his door open for a quick escape. “Not now, Jude,” Felix said.
“When?” Jude asked.
“Felix, we really need to go,” Rocky said from inside the SUV. “You and this piece of shit can have a conversation when we don’t have somewhere to be.”
“Where are you going?” Jude asked.
Felix closed the distance until he was practically in Jude’s face. “None of your fucking business.”
Jude stood tall, proud, and as immovable as a statue. “I want it to be my business.”
Felix searched for the words that would make Jude’s insides quake hard enough to crack his cool façade. He needed his nemesis to rage and burn from the inside out like Felix was.
“Damn it,” Rocky said. “Too late. Both of you idiots get in the vehicle right now.”
Felix turned to get back behind the wheel, but Jude shut the driver’s door, then gripped Felix’s bicep and shoved him toward the back seat. Felix was momentarily too stunned to resist until he felt Jude sliding into the rear of the SUV with him.
“I don’t think so,” Felix said, trying to pivot so he could shove Jude out of the vehicle.
“Get down,” Rocky said.
Felix could hear his friend sliding down in the front passenger seat as Jude eased the door shut before tackling Felix to the floorboard. Felix lay on his right side, and Jude covered him, pinning Felix tightly against the carpet. The back seat looked like it had a lot of legroom until you tried to cram two grown men between the rows of seats. Jude’s bulk made it hard for Felix to breathe, or maybe it was the hard-on pressing against Felix’s outer thigh.
“What’s happening?” Felix whispered.
Jude replied by grinding his dick against Felix.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Felix whisper shouted.
“Shh,” Rocky replied.
Jude’s weight momentarily eased when he lifted up enough to peek over the dashboard. A dry chuckle rumbled low in Jude’s chest when he lowered himself back down on top of Felix. He pressed his mouth to Felix’s ear and whispered, “Now I know why you’re here.” Felix didn’t take the bait. “Walk away before you get hurt, Felix.”
Felix’s body stiffened at the tenderness and concern he heard in Jude’s voice. He wiggled his arm free enough to elbow Jude in the side. The big man made anoomphsound but didn’t budge.
“There’s a reason I didn’t pursue Molly Gregg’s allegations, Felix.”
“You’re lazy,” Felix hissed.
“Both of you shut up right now. The men stopped directly in front of the vehicle,” Rocky said. “I’m going to lower the window an inch to see if I can hear what they’re saying.”
Felix heard the soft whir of the power window motor followed by distant male voices, but he couldn’t make out what the men were saying.
Jude’s body tensed, but he didn’t argue with Rocky. He slid his hand under Felix’s chin, turning his face enough for Jude to press his mouth against Felix’s. He felt Jude wince for a second and remembered the cut from Rocky’s fist. Rather than pull back, Jude angled his head and teased the seam of Felix’s lips with the tip of his tongue. And, like an idiot, Felix parted his lips and met Jude halfway. It was awkward at best, and Felix would probably feel the crick in his neck for days, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. The only thing that mattered was Jude’s lips and tongue and the reverent way Jude kissed him.
No one could make Felix feel seen and wanted the way Jude could. He’d tried replicating their connection over the years, but he only felt worse when each of his attempts had failed. So, he’d stopped trying and just focused on physical pleasure. It had been enough.
Until tonight.