Without warning, I felt a lubed finger press into my tight hole. I instinctively jerked, my body tensing. “Shhh––” Jude whispered. As my body began to relax a second finger was added, followed by a third.
“Need you,” I moaned, arching into his hands as his lips found mine again.
I was so focused on the feeling of his lips, tongue tangling with mine, that I almost didn’t notice the pressure from of the tip of his cock as he slowly began to push his way inside me.
Inch-by-inch, two bodies became one.
Once his cock was fully seated inside me, his lips trailed feather-light kisses across my skin to my ear. “Shhh––I just want you to feel, baby. It’s just us,” he whispered as he slowly thrust himself into me.
Each thrust hit just the right spot, causing stars to dance behind my eyelids. And just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, Judah’s teeth lightly bit into the flesh at the base of my neck. Unable to control myself, I grunted, covering us both with my cum. A few more thrusts followed, sending Judah over the edge right alongside me before collapsing on top of me.
I want to hold him.
I want to kiss him.
I want to pull him closer.
I want all of him.
Despite the haziness that still clouded my mind, I knew without a doubt that Judah was my heart, my soul, my everything and I would do anything to ensure I was enough for him.
Judah
Knee bouncing, my fingers twisted in the seatbelt like it was my last lifeline.
“Take a breath, Kid,” Zeek urged, putting the car in park before reaching over to place his hand on mine. “Everything is going to be fine. You’ve got this.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Jude,” he sighed, leaning closer. It was an awkward angle, but he didn’t seem to care. “Everyone is going to adore you. Besides, you’ve already met my brothers; they are the most difficult. The rest of them are a piece of cake.”
I took another deep breath, nodding ever-so-slightly.
If someone would have asked me a few short weeks ago where I saw myself at this moment in time, sitting outside of Zeek’s family home would not have been my answer. In fact, I probably would have laughed at anyone who would suggest such a thing. Yet, here I was.
In a matter of weeks, Zeek and I had gone from trying to figure out what we were to one another, to having lunch with his entire family.
And I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared.
Just two months ago, Zeek had been willing to end his life. He’d completely given up. But if you were to look at him now, you’d never even know. He was so full of life. I suppose it’s true what they say…love really can change a person.
It took some time, but we’d both come to the realization that we were far stronger than we could have ever imagined, stronger than we gave ourselves credit for. That wasn’t to say life together was easy. Nothing worth having ever was. Especially after you’d lived through the hell we had. But when it came down to it, we were there for one another. I was Zeek’s rock when he needed it, as he was mine.
“I love you,” I murmured, lifting my gaze to his. Where there once was sadness, I could now see happiness.
In the end, I knew our souls would never let the other give up. And neither would our feelings toward one another.
“I love you, too, Jude.”
After a quick kiss, we both climbed out of the truck. My nerves immediately came flooding back, but not as bad as they’d been just minutes prior. As if sensing my unease, Zeek entwined his fingers with mine and pulled me in close.
I took another deep breath while attempting to remind myself that Zeek’s parents didn’t care who he dated. Sure, they’d probably be surprised since he’d never brought a man home before. But they weren’t like my parents. They wouldn’t kick him out.
You can imagine my discomfort when Zeek first mentioned meeting his family. And I think he knew most of that stemmed from my experience with my own family. Being the man that he is, Zeek made sure that I understood not all parents are like the ones I’d grown up with.
Keeping my breaths even as even as possible, I followed Zeek as he led the way up the short pathway to the modest, yet nicely updated house. In this neighborhood, all the houses looked the exact same. The only thing that separated one from another was the coloring and the way the owners landscaped their front yards. Some were plain, however, most had some sort of tree or décor to make each unique in its own right.
Just before we reached the front door it was thrown open, revealing a woman standing at the threshold with her hand on her hip.
