"Hey, Tilly.“ I took a seat at the breakfast nook, and she handed me coffee.
"I figured you'd need a cup. You youngsters have no clue how to hold your alcohol.”
I laughed. There was some truth in that. I would need to detox for a week to feel a semblance of normalcy again.
“So...how was last night?”
"It was fun," I said. "It was nice to see her let her hair down."
“Is that all you happened to see last night?”
I shook my head. "You are incorrigible. Yes, that was all I saw, but that does not mean it is all I want to see." I offered a sly grin, and she handed me a tray.
“Breakfast in bed?”
"Sounds like a brilliant idea." I laughed and took the tray into Tara's bedroom.
She opened her eyes almost immediately when I entered the room. It must be the bacon and eggs. The smile on her face had me grinning like a fool.
“You sure do know the way to a woman's heart.”
"Actually, Tilly does." I shrugged.
Her mouth widened, and she covered it with her hand. "So she saw you here, like that?"
“How many times has Tilly seen me shirtless, Tara? It would hardly surprise her.”
She threw a pillow at me which I missed, barely keeping the tray in one piece.
She threw off the covers and hobbled into the bathroom. I heard the water running. Was she really worried about what Tilly thought? That old woman had a mind dirtier than my laundry.
She came out of the bathroom, smoothing her hair and trying to unzip her dress from last night at the same time. It was cute, and I found Tara's cute a turn on.
I walked up behind her, placed a hand around her waist, and she stilled.
"I can help with that, you know?" I ran my hands over the exposed skin above her zipper, noticing the tiny hairs on her neck raise as she leaned into me. "I quite liked this dress…" I started unzipping the dress, revealing her smooth porcelain skin. I let the material drop to the floor in a pool around her, exposing just her underwear.
"Jude-" she started as I brought my hands around her, pinching her already pebbled nipples. She gasped, her ass grinding into my crotch.
"I want to make you feel good. Let me." I whispered in her ear, continuing to torture her through the thin material. "Nod, Tara." And she did.
This was not about me, this was all about her. I turned her toward her mirror, and she stared at me through hooded eyes. I unhooked her bra at the front, and it fell, exposing her pink nipples. I continued to play with them while she let out little moans. Her hands lifted, wrapping around my neck, as I let a hand slip slowly down her belly. She was already grinding against me, her legs slightly parted, her mouth open. I moved a hand into her panties, feeling the smooth skin there. I slipped a finger over her lips, and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back.
“Watch.” I ordered. ‘Watch me make you come, Tara.”
Her eyes shot open, meeting my hungry gaze. I could devour her, right here. Not giving a fuck who else was in this house. This was about her. About me making her feel wanted and desired. I wanted her to trust me, to understand that I wanted more than to just fuck her.
I let my finger slip into her, and she was soaking. It took just a few circles on her clit to have her moaning my name. Her breathing was ragged as she fell apart over and over again. I continued rubbing her clit until I felt the throbbing I was after. She was sated, and I was content to have done that for her.
"You're beautiful when you come." There was that flush. I turned her around, devouring her mouth, my erection pressing against her. "Go shower," I said, kissing her lips one last time.
Chapter 23
Tara
Present Day
As I walked up to the familiar staircase into the intimidating courthouse, I couldn't help but remember the last time I was here. Without Jude and Devlin flanking me I doubted I would have made it this far. Jude reached for my hand, and I looked at him. He'd been a beacon of hope for me.
