“Jude? You’re back?”
“Missed you, doll. How’re you feeling?”
She stretches against me rubbing that round ass I desperately want to bite against my hard cock and it makes her still when she feels it. I sweep my fingers up under her t-shirt and rub small circles against her stomach.
“B-better. Food helped clear my head some.”
I can hear the nerves in her voice from me touching her and I bite down on my lip to keep the smile back. I know she’s spent the night in both Tate’s and Beck’s bed but I’m almost positive nothing happened or if something did, it was something small. I don’t think I’ll mind sharing my doll with the others if they get on board but I want to be the one to give her all the firsts that she’s been missing out on.
I groan into her neck thinking about all the things I’m going to teach her, to show her, and that makes me want her to be even closer so I roll her around and settle her on top of me with her legs between mine. Her long hair falls like a curtain to drape over me and without her glasses on, I can see her eyes, big and wide. I rub her nose with mine.
“Like having you in my bed when I get home, baby.”
One of her hands comes up and tentatively smooths my hair back and her voice is barely a whisper.
“I like being in your bed when you get home.”
I groan at how fucking perfect this girl is as my hands wander up her back under her t-shirt. Her skin feels like warm silk and it makes me wonder why I’ve never taken the time to touch like this. Sex has always been something fast, hard, lust driven. Never have I wanted to just sweep my hands slowly, to feel all a woman’s dips and curves like I do with my doll. My lips brush across hers in a slow, sweet, dance as I feel the tremor run through her from my hands on her back. I want to stroke her, pet her, build her arousal until she’s panting with need for me. And then I want to ruin her for any other man but me.
My hands go down to the dip in her back and slide under the boxers she’s wearing to cup and stroke her ass and then press her mound to me so my rock-hard cock can grind into her. Savy breathes in a tiny shuddering gasp and I take advantage of it to slide my tongue between her lips to brush against hers. She’s so fucking sweet that I have to force myself to not flip her to her back and plow into her. I just keep stroking her with my hands and my tongue until she makes little kitten noises that make my head spin with animal need so I slide her off of me and tuck her against my side.
“You need to rest, baby. You’re not fully recovered. Sleep, doll.”
“I’m fine. We don’t have to stop,” she tells me with a slight whine to her tone, making me grin before placing a soft kiss on her hair.
“Nope, I want you in full health before I make you scream my name. Go to sleep, baby doll. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
It doesn’t take long for her breathing to even out, telling me she really does need to rest. Lying here with her sleeping in my arms, so soft, so sweet - something I’ve never known before starts a warm glow in my chest. It’s a fierce need to keep her, protect her, own her, and it only takes me moments to accept it and embrace it. She’s fucking mine. I’m keeping her.
Lying here in the dark and listening to Savy breathe I start thinking about who could have done this to my girl and how I’m going to fuck up that cunt of a sister of hers who dared to hurt what’s mine.
TATE
When the sun wakes me, I groan as I stretch out my stiff muscles. Everything is sore from the beating I took on the field during yesterday’s game. That first half was brutal and reminds me why I don’t need women fucking with my head. When Jude showed me Savy’s text at halftime, it was like a switch flipped in me and I was able to do my fucking job on the field again. As much as I hate the bastard, my father was right about the distraction.
I roll over and snag my phone from its charger and my teeth clench at how many notifications are on it from him. I can already hear the shit he’s going to throw my way for how bad I played. I swipe them all away, in no mood to deal with him until I’ve woken up and had some coffee and a workout.
I find Jude in the kitchen singing ‘Wannabe’ by the Spice Girls in a screeching falsetto as he fills two plates for breakfast. When I try and go around him to get to the coffee, he ups the volume and tries to dry hump my hip causing me to check him away but it does take some of the dark clouds over my head away.
“Fuck off or I’ll bend you over the counter and make you hit those notes properly.”
He spins back to his plates with a wide grin and wink. “You fuckin’ wish you could have my ass, T dog. Too bad Savy owns it now.”
That has the darkness rolling back in and I slam a mug to the counter and dump coffee into it. Fuck! I need to get her clear from my head but knowing that Jude’s staked a claim on what was mine, fake or not, has me wanting to punch his grinning face. Distraction or not, I need to know how she’s doing.
“How is she? Ash said she was still unsteady last night when she came down.”
He turns and leans against the counter with a dreamy look on his face. “Like warm, silky butter under my fingers, that’s how.”
My jaw clenches and he spots it and laughs.
“Aha, so you do know how she feels. I know you didn’t fuck her so what did you do with her when you had her in your bed?”
I want to wipe that satisfied grin off his face so I smirk and tell him. “Let’s just say, she’ll make your dick weep when that tight pussy clamps down on your fingers as she comes.”
My words have the opposite effect than what I wanted when his grin just grows bigger. “Alright! Guess I’ll know what to expect when she does that on my tongue.”
I dump my coffee in the sink with a growl and stomp past him back to the stairs, his laughter following me. I need to hit the weights and clear my head of every bit of the girl that’s no longer mine. I go straight to the spare room where we have our gym set up and curse when I find it’s been cleared completely out. Fuck! Fuck, I forgot they were going to move it all down to the basement.
