“Hello?” Webber answered his phone as he brushed Flynn Ryder. “Hey, Baby.”
My heart thumped a little faster when he said baby. It was Jude on the other line, and I had been dying to see him. With all of us busy, we had hardly seen each other, and I was getting grumpy that we hadn’t been able to all be together.
Fuck, who was I becoming?
A small part of me was starting to worry, but I was getting really good about ignoring that part of myself.
“Right now? I thought you had to cover for someone.”
I kissed Triton, giving him a carrot and apple before closing the door to his stall.
“Yeah, we—” Webber smiled. “Yeah, baby we will be right over. Need anything?”
I smiled, grateful we were finally going to see him. After we had gotten back from Denver, I liked this easiness we had with each other. The more we hung out, the more I felt like this was right. It had been so long since I felt like I belonged somewhere.
That thought terrified me. It had been too long since I had felt like this, or even let myself feel like this.
“Oh, ok. We’ll see you soon.” Webber hung up the phone smiling like a goof.
I was in dangerous territory. Every day I felt myself growing roots in Sterling and no matter how much I tried to stop myself from feeling like this, I was completely helpless. These men were doing things to me. I didn’t know how to fight and sometimes I didn’t want to fight. I had grown tired of fighting. Would it be so bad to finally have a place to call home?
“Come on, Cowboy. Jude said he’s cooking us dinner and it’s almost ready,” Webber said, pulling me by the loop of my belt.
“Do we have time for a shower?” I asked, throwing my arm around his shoulder.
“He sounded a little impatient, so grab some clothes and we can shower there with him,” he said, slapping my ass.
I raised a brow at him.
“You’ll pay for that,” I growled.
“I hope so,” he grinned. “My ass has been lonely.”
Webber winked at me walking to his car, leaving me with my cock half hard.
“Wait for me,” I yelled.
“Can’t! I said I would pick up dessert,” he yelled back.
“I don’t know where he lives,” I shouted.
“I’ll text you the address.” He opened his car, hopped in and left me.
I shook my head, getting on an ATV and heading home. The urge to shower was strong, but I grabbed a bag and did what Webber said. I was also impatient to see Jude. A few days without him and I was itching to see him again. I had never been to his home and was curious where Jude laid his head at night.
Jude didn’t live too far from me, and I made it before Webber did. I grabbed my bag from the backseat, feeling nervous as I walked up to the front door admiring the house. It was bigger than I had imagined and felt like Jude in a way. The lawn was well manicured, with flower boxes on the windows that now had fall decor on them. His porch had pumpkins and a haystack.
My heart warmed at his inviting home, so much like the owner. I knocked on the door, hearing a cat meow before the door was yanked open. Jude stood back letting me in and the moment he closed the door, I was on him pushing him against the wall, devouring his mouth.
A hiss had me yanking myself back.
“Barnaby, be nice,” Jude said, holding an ugly-ass cat who was wearing a sweater.
“Barnaby?” I eyed the cat warily.
“Yeah. Forest, meet Barnaby,” he said, kissing the cat's head. “I didn’t know I was going to be mauled when you came through the door or else I would have set him down.”
I chuckled. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, what did you expect?”
