Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

The bed shifts under us with each of Jude’s driving thrusts. My fingers work in fast circles over my clit, my other hand clawing at Jude’s rippling back. I feel my release building, delicious sensation gathering inside me.

“Come for me,” he bites out between thrusts.

I’m losing myself rapidly, giving myself over to the mind-melting pleasure of being fucked this hard. As I tighten around him, both chasing and intensifying the sensation, I moan, then cry out raggedly as the first wave of pleasure cascades over my senses, the muscles of my center clamping tightly over Jude’s length.

He exhales harshly and plunges into me repeatedly, even harder than before, his control completely lost.

I clench and writhe, my body bucking as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls over me, more intense than the last.

Jude slams into me again and again, finding his own release, thrusting hard until he’s shuddering, completely spent. Still sheathed inside me, he slowly lowers himself until our chests are touching, his eyes glazed. His lips find mine and he kisses me slowly and softly. With my breasts pressed into his chest and my legs wrapped around his waist, he collapses completely into our embrace, his face buried in my neck. Our breathing slowly settles as we hold each other. The echoes of my orgasm make my muscles jump against him and he makes a low sound of satisfaction into the pillow beside my head, flexing his cock with a pulse inside me. I smile in a daze and sweep my hands through his damp hair and down his neck, softly tracing along his heated skin. I want to remember everything about this moment. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, drinking in his incredible scent.

Jude shifts to get up and I pull him back to me, my arms around his neck. “Don’t go. Not yet,” I whisper against his cheek, kissing him softly there. I don’t want this moment to be over.

He smiles down at me. “I won’t,” he replies. Rolling himself under me, he shifts me above him, curling up from the bed to take my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking lightly. I brace my hands on the headboard above him, arching my back. He moves to the other nipple, sliding his hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing gently. Releasing my breast, he flops back down on the bed, watching me with a sleepy, satisfied gaze. My hands push off the headboard and I sit up, resting on my knees. He pulses again, still inside of me, and my eyes close with soft pleasure.

“I might’ve blacked out for a minute there,” he grins, reaching up to palm my breasts, his thumbs lazily circling my tight nipples as I arch into his touch.

“Me too,” I breathe. I smile and bite my lip, exhaling a long breath.

Jude sits up again and gently takes my face in his hands, kissing me softly, slowly. His cock pulses, hardening again.

“Mmm, see what you do to me?” His eyes flare as need returns to his gaze. He kisses me again, more deeply. I rock my hips, encouraging him, and he groans, biting my bottom lip.

The wind howls through the old house once more but, this time, I don’t care.

32

JUDE

The sun cuts in through the open curtains, waking me with its bright glare. Lying on my back, I feel the soft weight of Olena’s hand draped over my bare chest, her body tucked into mine under my outstretched arm. I turn my head to look at her sleeping face beside me. Her hair is a tangled mess, reminding me of everything that messed it up last night: the rain, the hail, the shower… the sex.

She’s gorgeous. Remembering our night together, I smile and run a hand down my face. It was more intense than I could have ever imagined.

Unable to stop myself from touching her, I reach out and gently sweep the hair away from her cheek. She murmurs softly as she pushes her face into my hand, her eyes still closed. She cracks one eye open, squinting in the bright morning light, grinning a delighted, sleepy grin and scrunching up her nose when she sees me watching her. I pull her into me, breathing in the scent of her hair as she nuzzles into my chest. God, this feels so right.

“Morning,” I whisper into her hair. My cock is already responding to her.

“Mmm, the cold light of day.” She chuckles against my skin, tucking her forehead down into my chest.

“You’d better not be hiding,” I say. “Come here.” I lift her chin to face me.

She pulls the sheet up under her nose. “Ugh, no, I’ve got morning breath and eye goops! Don’t look!” She giggles and then spins to face away from me. “I’ll breathe this way so I don’t scare you off.”

“Impossible.” Reaching under the sheet, I slide my arm around her stomach and pull her in tight, my cock twitching to attention against her ass. I trace the slope of her waist with a lazy finger. “I actually think I might never be able to leave this bed,” I say, kissing her soft shoulder. “Plus, I’m pretty sure all my clothes are still soaked.” The image of Olena on her knees in the shower last night floods me. It had taken everything I had in me to stop myself from coming right then and there. I’m instantly hard again from the memory.

Olena obviously feels it because she presses her hips back into me, her fingers interlacing with mine against her stomach. “Mmm, so we might have to stay here forever?” she asks innocently.

“I think so.” I kiss the back of her neck. “Real shame.”

“Imagine if Charles and Carol come home in a week to discover we’ve just starved to death, naked, in their guest room,” she laughs, turning up to look at me.

“We’d make the news for sure,” I chuckle, sliding a hand over her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. I inhale sharply. “Let’s call that plan B,” I mumble, nipping at her shoulder with my teeth.

“And what’s plan A?” She twists onto her stomach to arch an eyebrow at me, her lips pressed into the pillow.

“Well,” I say, craning my neck to squint at the clock on the bedside table, “I hate to say it, but we have work in about an hour and a half.”

She whimpers and buries her face in the pillow while I trace her back lightly between her shoulder blades.