“Savy, you’re fucking perfect. I can’t wait to do that again. We have to make up for all you’ve missed. Screw the wage gap, we need to fix the orgasm gap you’ve been dealing with.”
I choke out a laugh and bury my face in his neck. He smells like me and that citrusy Jude scent that I love. I run my lips over his hot skin and feeling brave, swipe out my tongue to lick the hollow of his throat. His fingers bite into my hip and he pulls away from me.
“Can’t take much more of your sweet mouth on me, doll.”
I look up at him with a frown. “What…what about…you? Don’t you want…?”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip and then bends to nip at it.
“I got all I need right here, baby. I don’t need anything else for now.”
He pulls me closer and tucks my head against his chest and I can’t stop the smile. I think I’m in trouble here but…I think I’m okay with that.
SAVY
We spend a good portion of the day in his bed. Jude works on some homework and I write emails to all my professors letting them know my situation. I catch up with Stella by text and we make a plan to hit the mall tomorrow to restock as much of what I lost as possible. There’s messages from Mark full of concern and apologies for leaving the event right before I had my reaction. I text him back reassurances that I’m okay and that the doctors cleared me.
My Amazon delivery arrives at the same time the mattress they ordered for my room does so while they haul it up, I take a shower and get cleaned up with the toiletries that came. I ordered the basics for clothing to last me a few days, keeping it to a couple pairs of leggings, thick cozy sweaters, sleepwear and socks, and some underwear. Pants and skirts will have to wait as I need to try those on to make sure they fit right with my bigger hips. The boots, winter jacket, and messenger bag I ordered aren’t my favorites but will do for now.
When Jude comes back into the room, I’m clean and dressed in my new clothes and winding my damp hair up on top of my head. He pouts and throws himself onto the bed.
“Not fair! I like you in MY clothes, doll. Strip and get over here!”
I shake my head with a smile and go join him back on the bed but keep my clothes on.
“Well, it’s pretty bare bones right now but you’ve got yourself a bedroom. The good news for me though is, there’s no sheets, blankets, or pillows - so you’ll just have to stay in here with me again.”
He pulls me in between his legs, flips me onto my stomach so my chin rests on his chest and gently pulls my glasses off.
“Need to see those baby blues, doll. I’ll be your seeing eye Jude and just lead you around.”
I can’t seem to stop touching this man so I trace his lips with the tip of my finger and run it down over his chin and across his jaw.
“Tell me something about yourself? All I know is that you’re some kind of football wonder that scores all the points.”
He grins at that. “Yeah, I do. You really don’t know anything about football?”
“Nope. Very little. I’ve been to two games and before that I had never even seen one on TV. Tate said something about a draft but I don’t know what that really means. But I want to know about you the man, not the football player.”
A thoughtful look crosses through his golden eyes and he squeezes me tighter with one hand gripping my ass.
“You know, I think you’re the first girl to ask me that since I’ve been here. I think there might be something wrong with you, doll.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Come on, stop stalling. Tell me about you, Jude. I really want to know.”
“Alright, alright, stop your naggin’, woman.” He hums a noise and then launches into a quick summary of his background. “I grew up in a shitty neighborhood in Boston. I have six brothers, four that are still alive, two that are not in prison. My da’s been in and out of jail my whole life and my ma’s a fucking saint to deal with us all. Ash has been my best friend since we were six and I used my football skills to drag us both out of that place. My story isn’t a nice one, doll, but I’m trying to give it a better second half.”
My brow furrows when I realize that’s all he’s going to tell me. I want to ask for more but I realize how unfair that is of me when I want to keep so much of my own story under wraps. So instead of asking for more, I try to convey my understanding, my compassion, with my eyes and push up to slide my lips gently across his.
“I’m starting to believe we can have any life we want if we’re brave enough to reach for it. I believe in you, Jude. I believe you can have anything you want.”
His fingers flex on my hips and his eyes go dark and intense. “I’m starting to believe that I’m looking at the life I want.”
My heart does a slow flip in my chest, knowing he means me by the look in his eyes so I slowly nod my head because, yeah, I think that’s what I want too.
We stay in bed together for the rest of the day. He tells me how the draft works and I’m shocked at the possible financial levels that and the current endorsements he has can amount to. I tell him about the double majors I’m working toward and how I want to take a gap year after I graduate to travel before going to work. I keep it vague, never explaining that the business degree is for the position I’ll assume in my father’s…mine soon, company and that the English major is just for me because of my love for it. He tells me about the worries that plague him about being separated from Ash, Tate, and Beck once he leaves to go pro and I start to understand just how deep their bond is.
When the light of the day leaves and the room grows dim, we finally roll out of the bed in search of food. Jude sends me down ahead of him so he can use the bathroom and when I step out into the hall, Beckett is leaving his room as well. I suck in a gasping breath of admiration at how he looks. He’s wearing a stylish black suit that compliments his broad shoulders with a dark grey dress shirt under it and a black tie. His hair is slicked back with product making his square jaw look even sharper. He looks dark, maybe a little dangerous, and so fucking hot that I can’t not lick my lips.
