Page 39 of Sinful Sharing

Jude lets out a deep, primal rumble that sends chills up my spine. His skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, eyes burning with pure ecstasy. He slowly falls apart, hips rolling, a string of curses leaving his mouth. I never imagined enjoying the sight of someone else making him come, but God, it’s the most tantalizing thing to see.

Then Taylor fucking swallows.

And that’s all it takes for me to explode into a million pieces. Blood rushes to my ears as a whirlwind of pleasure suffocates me. Taylor rides me hard, milking my dick. Grunting, I flood the condom with every ounce of my cum until I’m empty. Spent. More content than I’ve ever felt.

But it doesn’t last.

A slight unease unfurls in my stomach when I fall on the couch, catching my breath. Jude carries Taylor back to the blankets on the floor, and it feels as if we’ve come full circle as I watch them. The sight of Taylor riding Jude’s fingers gets me rock-hard again. But as before, my arousal battles with a resurrected guilt. Only this time, it’s stronger. Fiercer, seeping deep into my bones and forcing me off the couch. Behind the closed door in my bedroom, I masturbate to another orgasm, the image of Taylor bouncing on my cock pushing me right over the edge.

I tell myself this will be the last time.

I will never cross the line again.

23

Taylor

“Is he still avoiding you?”

Shifting my gaze from the computer screen, I glance over at Jude. He’s wiping down a luggage cart. Silver Sage Retreat is finally open for business, with the first set of guests arriving today. It’s not a large group, but it’s enough to take my mind off things for now. The last two days have been intense. “Yep,” I reply.

Jude grimaces. “Me, too.”

Which earns him a raised eyebrow. I understand why Roman has gone out of his way to avoid being in the same room with me, but Jude is a different story. They’ve had sex multiple times before. “That’s weird.”

“It’s not.” He lightly sprays disinfectant along the metal bar. “He blames me for what happened.”

I don’t recall Jude putting a gun to Roman’s head the other night.

What I remember is the agony on his face. The passion in his eyes. I remember his fingers digging into my flesh, the dirty words leaving his mouth, and how he fucked me as if he wanted to mark my soul. Those weren’t the actions of someone who was forced into anything. He did that all on his own.

“Well, he won’t blame you forever,” I murmur. “In two months, I’ll be out of here.”

Jude’s jaw clenches. He tosses the bottle into a nearby bucket. “Yeah.”

The front door opens. A short, balding man steps inside, brushing snow off his shoulders. Jude relieves him of two large suitcases and stacks them onto the luggage cart. With a pleasant smile, I greet him, and it takes me no time to find his reservation, since he booked two days ago. I hand over his room key and rattle off the information about our menu and the amenities without missing a beat. Which I’m quite proud of, actually, since Roman assigned me to the front desk without warning this morning. Via text message, no less. He’s determined not to have physical contact with me.

I wonder how long it’s going to last.

“You’re great at that,” Jude remarks as the guest, Mr. Wilson, goes back to his rental.

At my inquisitive stare, Jude clarifies, “Handling the front desk.”

“As if I had a choice.” Roman still hasn’t found a receptionist who suits him. He’s nitpicking. No surprises there.

Jude comes up to the desk. A sparkle of excitement brightens his eyes, but I also notice the dark circles around them. “You could do this job better than anyone Roman would hire.”

I flash him a grin. “Yep, I know. I’m great at everything.”

“Seriously. You should stay.”

My pleasantness fades. “Stay?”

“Yeah.” He spreads his arms, gesturing around the small lobby. “Help us rebuild the ranch.”

“I can’t.” For a moment, I consider telling him about Noel, but I’m not sure I want to talk before the investigation ends. “I have a life waiting for me back home.”

“Does your life have to be in San Francisco?”