He lay down on the floor and I climbed on, ramming my hips against him as I took him in a fast, hungry pace… gasping and sweating until we both went over,together.
As I sat on top of him, my hands on his chest, panting and slowly rocking my hips, we both kinda floated back to reality. I asked him, “Did I mention that I love you,too?”
“Youinferred.”
“Great. Then I guess you don’t need to hearit…”
He ran his hands up under my sweater and squeezed my breasts through my bra. “Don’t be a brat. I wanna hearit.”
“I love you,Jude.”
“Say it again,darlin’.”
I reached to place my hands on the floor on either side of his head, and lowered my chest down to his. He extracted his hands from my sweater to bury them in my hair. I whispered, “I. Love. You. Jude.” I put a kiss on his face between eachword.
He smoothed my hair back from my face and we kissed for a couple of minutes. Just kissed, over andover.
Then he sighed, a deep, satisfied sigh. “Guess we should get up. Floor’s cold, and you know I gotta go pound my brother’s head into the concretenow.”
“Why?”
“For bein’ rude toyou.”
I smiled. Then, just to be certain… “You really didn’t put him up tothat?”
“Fuck, no. You think I’d let anyone talk to you likethat?”
Guessnot.
“Please,” I said softly. “No head pounding on my account. But… I wouldn’t be totally opposed to you bitch slapping him in front of everyone. I mean, if you think it’snecessary.”
He grinned. “I’ll seriously considerthat.”
* * *
When I walked back downto the party room, Jude right behind me, Jesse was standing there at the bottom of the stairs like he’d been waiting forus.
“All good?” heasked.
“Yup,” Jude said. We’d stopped, but we stood about a foot apart. I wanted to slip my arm around his waist, but something held meback.
Despite his declaration of love to me in a bathroom, while his dick was in me, I still wasn’t exactly sure if he’d want meto.
Men could be weird likethat.
“Pipe’s out back,” Jesse said, “having a beer withBrody.”
“Yeah. Let him stay there. Hope his nuts freezeoff.”
Jesse smirked, then looked at me. “You want a drink,Roni?”
And that small kindness from Jude’s best friend went straight to my heart. “Yeah. I’d love that. One of those delicious ciders your wife made. With some booze init.”
“You can get me a bourbon or something, since you’re gettin’,” Judesaid.
“Comingup.”
And just like that, Jesse Mayes, rock star, headed off to get me adrink.
