Page 106 of Dirty Like Jude
“It’s not really likethat.”
“Like what?” Katiesaid.
“He’s just… you know, abiker.”
They all stared at me. Then glanced at oneanother.
Apparently, they didn’tknow.
“Let’s just say I’ve been with guys like Jude before,” I explained. “They’re just possessive like that. Think they own you even when they don’t, like they can just walk into a teahouse where you’re having lunch with your girlfriends and give you flowers because they feel likeit.”
“Own?” Amber scrunched up hernose.
“Yeah,” I said. “Own.”
She stared at me, like she was waiting for me to explainfurther.
Ididn’t.
“I think I get it,” Katie said. “Jesse can get pretty possessive. He definitely doesn’t like me flirting with otherdudes.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Not like that. I’m not with Jude. He’s not my husband and he’s not even my boyfriend. We’ve just agreed to be exclusive, sexually, which means… he definitely thinks he owns me. At least, that part ofme.”
The girls seemed to be processingthat.
“Well…” Jessa offered, “Brody definitely thinks he owns that part of me. No way he’d be sharing that with anyoneelse.”
“It’s not necessarily about sharing,” I said. “It’s aboutowning. Different thing. Taze definitely thought he owned me, but he was okay with sharing me.Sometimes.”
“What’s that like?” Deviasked.
“Hot,” I said. I looked straight at Amber, who definitely knew what it was like, given her three-way relationship with Dylan andAsh.
Or herformerthree-wayrelationship.
“Yeah,” she said softly, and sipped her beer. “It’sthat.”
“Oh my goodness,” Katie said. “I could never share Jesse. Two guys sounds kind of hot, but I think he’d have an aneurysm before he’d share me. Like his brain would just implode orsomething.”
“So how do you know he wants to ‘own’ you?” Amber asked. “If he’s not yourboyfriend?”
Now there was a goodquestion.
It was the demand of exclusivity, in Jude’s case. It was also the way he’d taken me back to his place and fucked the hell out of me on his bed while he did it. It meant something tohim.
I couldfeelit.
“Hard to explain,” I said. “Just a feeling. I guess after being around so many bikers over the years, I just know the subtleties, and the not-so-subtleties. The differences between the way a guy treats you when he wants to lock you down, and when he couldn’t give afuck.”
As I heard myself say those words, I considered where Jude fit on that spectrum. Definitely somewhere near the lock-it-down end of things. Though he still hadn’t made any attempt to lockmedown.
So far it was only my pussy he’d placed under lock andkey.
But yes, he’d definitely been acting possessive of me. He’d told me to break up with Taze. He’d contacted me almost every single night since we started being “fuck buddies.” He’d come over to my place at the end of each of those nights, no matter how late it was, and rocked myworld.
Other than the night he’d cuddled me to sleep on the couchinstead.
And now he’d even taken me back to his mancave.
