Page 34 of Do It Yourself
My heart flutters and warmth starts to spread out to the rest of my body. All thoughts of why I’ve pushed Jude away burn from my brain. I stumble to the family room and drop my body onto one of the couches. My hands clench and unclench as my thoughts circle through all my feelings and recent interactions with Jude.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, working myself up and back down, but it’s been long enough for Jude to take a break from his tasks outside. I can hear him breathing but I can’t move. I just listen to him walking around the front of the house.
“Mabel?” The question is innocent enough but I don’t answer. I can’t. “Mabel, are you okay?” Footsteps stomping towards me and then he’s there, squatting in front of me. All I can see is Jude. “Hey, Mabel, talk to me.” The concern on his face is clear. “Mabel, please.” His hands raise and cradle my face, his palms are warm and I don’t stop myself from cuddling into them. His touch feels right. My resolve snaps when I feel his thumb brush against my cheek.
“I’m okay, but I need you.” It comes out as a whisper, my resolve is solid but this is a vulnerable moment that I’m afraid to shatter.
“Mabel, I’m here. You have me.” His response is just as quiet, like he feels it too, and I can’t stop this even if I changed my mind.
I invade Jude’s space, pressing my lips against his jaw. Jude’s body tenses but he doesn’t push me away. “Jude, Ineedyou.” I assert again, pressing another kiss to the side of his face, closer to the edge of his mouth this time. Another beat, one last chance to let him walk away, before I invade his space again, pressing my mouth against his.
“Thank fuck.” Jude sighs before he returns my kiss, pulling us both to standing and pressing our bodies together. He kisses me exactly how I need and I’m lost in the feel of him, my panties flooding with arousal.
Jude keeps showing up for me in ways I never would have expected. He’s taken all of my attempts to derail our time at work together and moved past them like they were nothing. He took care of me while I broke down and didn’t push for any information, just comfort. Not a lot of people would do that for someone else.
Fighting these feelings is getting harder and harder.
Do I even want to fight them anymore?
Soon enough, Jude’s own arousal becomes evident, pressing against my stomach. “Ignore that.” Jude lets out between kisses but I don’t want to ignore it. No, I can’t think of anything I want more than to drop to my knees and get a taste of just how much Jude seems to want me.
So I do.
I flick the button on his jeans and pull his monster cock out. God, how can a dick look so yummy? Not wanting to waste another moment, I wrap my lips around the mushroom head and suck.
Chapter Twenty-Five
JUDE
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
Mabel’s mouth is heaven. And,Jesus Christ, her tongue.
Do. Not. Come.
A groan tears through my chest, I want this to last forever but ho-ly shit, I’m already so damn close.
I’m equal parts elated and devastated when Mabel’s mouth releases my length with a pop.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens to this cock, Muscles.” Mabel stands, one hand still circling around the base of my dick causing me to hiss out a breath. My hands itch to toss this siren over my shoulder and take her on every surface of this cabin but, no.
Mabel’s in charge.
She jerks me in slow caressing strokes and I almost bite a hole through my lip. “Come on, Muscles. We need to clean up.” Mabel’s hand releases me and my cock slaps against my t-shirt covered stomach.
Mabel’s walking towards the main level bathroom and I’m shuffling after her like a puppy. Shuffling because my damn pants are still trapped on my thighs. I’m sure I look ridiculous.
Do I care?
Not in the slightest.
Once I make it into the tiled room with my siren, I quickly shuck off my bottoms kicking them into the corner with my boots. “Good boy.” Mabel croons, drawing my full attention. I still have my shirt on but I could give a fuck.
Mabel stands in front of the shower naked as the day she was born, her chocolate hair is no longer in a bun but now falling in waves with strands drawing my eyes to her puckered nipples. I take a moment to take in the rest of her tempting body.
Mabel is slightly pear shaped, wide hips and thick thighs I want to wear as earmuffs for the rest of my life. Shorter than me, who isn’t, but the perfect height to tuck her head into the crook of my neck while our bodies are pressed together and enough softness wrapped around her body to make her the safest place to land every night.
“Jesus Christ, Trouble. Are you trying to kill me?” I rumble, soaking in her freckled skin. I wet my bottom lip and step towards the woman of my dreams.
