Each time, he chipped away a deadened part of my black heart.
Calling out, “Fuck me. Oh fuck. Jude. Fuck me,” his body slumped against mine, and he dug his fingers into my shoulders. His touch lingered on my skin, but the earth moved under my feet when I felt his fingertips nudge under the straps of my prosthetic.
I’d left it on.
I’d never left it on when I was with Delilah. And even though thoughts of her and the life I used to lead should be the furthest from my mind, I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself and how far I’d come.
“Micah . . . I can’t . . . your body . . . it’s too hot . . . too tight. Oh fuck, Micah.” His body stilled. As my name fell from his lips, I felt every single drop of his orgasm spill into my body.
It was the completion I always knew I was looking for.
The one I never thought I’d find.
Somewhere through the lusty haze clouding my brain, I heard Jude say, “Turn around.”
My cock, aching and ready to come, jutted straight out from my body in need of release. Without warning, he deep throated me so hard I thought I’d come on the spot. But he was so in control of my body, so in control of everything, he knew exactly how to keep my orgasm at bay. With a tight grip on the base of my dick, he hollowed his cheeks and moved his mouth up and down over the throbbing length of my needy cock. “Jude.” Groaning, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. “I’m close.” It sounded as if I was begging, for what I didn’t know.
To come. Of course, I wanted nothing more than to feel the pleasure of the release he’d bring.
Not to come. Yes, because sitting on this razor-sharp edge of pleasure and pain was the best place to be.
“I need you to fuck me, too,” Jude muttered against the overheated skin of my hip. Without waiting for my answer, he pulled me down to the floor. I watched in amazement as he pulled his knees up to his chest. “Use your fingers first, you remember, right?” he coached, turning me on even more with the mocking edge to his voice.
“How could I forget?” Leaning over his body, I put my fingers in his mouth. “I recall something about needing to get you wet first.”
My dick throbbed as he sucked my fingers, swirling them around with his tongue. Unable to wait a minute longer, I pulled my fingers from his mouth. As I pressed them against his ass, he pulled his knees tighter to his chest, giving his body to me in the best way possible. Scissoring my fingers, I readied him for my cock.
“Now, I can’t take much more,” he demanded, his voice thin and breathy.
When I guided my body into his, his eyes locked on mine. “Love you,” he murmured, running his hands down my chest. “All of you,” he added as his fingers traced the lines of my scars, the cool metal of my arm.
“Me, too. So much.” It didn’t take long at all before I came with a loud roar of pleasure. Collapsing next to him, I rested my head on his chest, his heart beating a frantic rhythm under my ear.
“How was it?” Jude asked, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“Um, sex with you is always amazing.” Looking up at him, I was a little confused as to how he could think anything less of what we just shared.
Slapping me playfully on the chest, he laughed and then said, “Of course it is, ass. What I meant was the date? Did you have a good time?”
“Aside from the panic attack over fucking sand, yeah, I had a great time.” He kissed the top of my head again, running his fingers through my hair.
After a hot shower together, we changed into shorts and T-shirts and lit a fire in the fire pit. As we sat outside, the sky darkened, but everything about how I was feeling was vibrant and alive. With a beer in one hand and Jude’s hand in the other, I was perfectly happy.
“So tonight at dinner, what was that guy’s issue anyway?” We’d been so quick to get naked when we got home, I didn’t have a chance to ask him right away.
“His kid is in my camp,” Jude answered, lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “Jackson, he’s special.”
“Yeah, I could tell by the black eye.” There was a special place in hell for parents who mistreated their kids.
And where do you think you belong, asshole? You don’t get to leave your son behind and not pay any consequences.
My mind race, and I knew I was running out of time here. I had to tell Jude about Simon. I had to figure out a way to have them both in my life because a life that was missing one of them was never going to be complete.
“I called CPS while you were finishing in the shower. Of course I didn’t get to talk to anybody real. The system is already overloaded, so I didn’t expect to get anywhere on a Saturday night. It’s bullshit really. But I made the report and I’ll call back on Monday morning. Plus, I’ll fill out all the paperwork at the school. I’m not going to let him get away with it.”
“I know you’re going to tell me to shut up, but what about him knowing about us. Is that going to be a problem for you at work?”
He took a long pull on his beer before answering. And when he did, there was more than a touch of uncertainty in his voice. “I’ll be fine.”
