She was lean and long, toned muscles that I knew were a result of practicing what she preached as well as Pilates and yoga, but she was still soft. I explored her curves and where they led to, I found how to make her toes curl and her moans make the sound of my name. She came with my face between her legs, my hands holding her hips as she bucked against me while her orgasm shook her, and she came again on my cock, her fingernails digging into my skin hard enough for me to see the marks in the mirror the next morning.
My own orgasm paled in comparison to how I felt hers. The pride, the achievement, the satisfaction at making her come better than anything I felt. As her pussy pulsed around me, I found my release, but all I wanted was to feel it again.
And again.
And again.
CHAPTER6
Neva
“Think about it.I’ll think about it. But please don’t tell me I’m not old enough to know my own mind again.”
Sunglasses were amazing things. Not only did they protect your eyes, they protected your embarrassment. No one knew exactly where I was looking, because if they did, they’d be asking questions.
For the last two hours, I’d watched everything Jude did between reading the odd few paragraphs of my book. I had no idea what I’d read – I was going to have to go a few pages back and recap – but I could describe every ab on his body.
In the almost two years since we’d ended things, he’d grown broader, harder. Firmer. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed this – it was kind of my job to notice how the team looked – but I’d tried to keep Jude in a box that was labelled ‘do not touch or unpack in any form’. He was too young, too immature and too, well, Jude for me to consider his body in any other way than a professional one.
That had been impossible to continue doing in France so far. Especially since he’d made his offer to donate his DNA so I could have a baby.
As far as specimens went, Jude was a fine one. He was fit and healthy; he was naturally athletic and dextrous, with good gross and fine motor skills. He was clever, despite the teasing he’d received from his teammates, especially when he was younger and a lot more naïve. He had ADHD, which he’d decided not to medicate and to find other ways to help him understand better. He was a decent man.
That was the key word – man.
This was no boy. He wasn’t the same as the eighteen-year-old I’d met.
He’d been entertaining Dee’s nephew, Toby, for the entire afternoon. Toby had been stung by a bee earlier on and had found it particularly painful. Even though he hadn’t flinched when he’d broken his arm last year, this sting was the end of the world.
Jude had taken it upon himself to cheer him up, going through football statistics from the previous season and setting up a team for Toby on a fantasy football league, then teaching him to play some card game that I was pretty sure was made up.
I didn’t care about that. He could’ve been teaching him poker, although I was sure that Rowan would’ve already scheduled that lesson in. My whole body was entranced by seeing this beautiful man being so gentle and caring with the little boy, while at the same time making Toby feel part of Jude’s team.
He’d be a good dad.
This was indisputable; however, he’d be a good dad to his own children, that he’d hopefully have with a woman his own age with whom he was in a committed relationship.
Not as the father-from-afar that I required.
I’d resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to meet the love of my life, get engaged, married and settle down in time to get pregnant, unless the fates were extremely kind. In the last twelve months I’d researched the effects of age on female fertility, had my own health checks done and scheduled sessions with a psychotherapist so I could talk through my decision.
I wanted a child, and while I knew I could look at adopting, the process was lengthy and complicated, being single put me at a disadvantage also. I also wanted to be pregnant. I’d seen Amber experience a tricky pregnancy and traumatic birth which was hell for everyone, and it still hadn’t taken away that need, so I accepted it and looked into sperm donation.
If Jude’s sperm was available and I knew it was his, I’d be seriously considering it. That wasn’t part of any package though. I also knew he’d want to be part of his child’s life, and it was that knowledge that made this not feel like an easy acceptance of a favour from a friend.
We could try to keep it secret, but if that baby turned out to have the same trademark turn on the football pitch as his father and grandfather, there’d be no hiding it. Something told me Jude had strong genes.
I realised I was definitely staring when Jude’s eyes landed on me for more than a few seconds. I knew he couldn’t see where I was specifically looking, but he would’ve definitely felt that look.
Ten minutes later, Toby was in the pool and Jude was on the sun lounger by my side. Rowan and Dee were at the other side of the pool, engrossed in some deep and meaningful conversation by the looks of it.
“If it stops you from avoiding me, I can take my offer off the table.” He stretched his legs out, the boot still covering his left. “I’d rather be friends with you.”
“Friends?”
He nodded. “Friends. Or are you too much older than me to be my friend? If so, does that mean Kitty is too young for you to be friends with her too?”
He had me there. Jude was probably a year younger than Kitty.
