Run to Love (Triple R Book 1) (22 page)

Presley’s breath caught and she smiled sweetly. “Can we just enjoy tonight? I promise, I’m not stalling.”

I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m stalling a little, but after last night, I think we need a do-over?”

“I’ll agree to that only because I need food and like soon. But after the food?” My eyebrows went up to emphasize that she wasn’t going to get forever to tell me.

Her fingers dawdled up my thighs and back to my knees. “I’ll tell you what you want to hear. No, that didn’t come out right. I’ll tell you what I want and need to tell you about my past.”

I relaxed. “All right.” The dog had relaxed, too, and its gray eyes stared up at me. “What are you thinking of naming this little one?”

She squirmed on my lap.

“And I think she needs to go outside.” I placed the wagging ball of fur on the floor.

Presley walked to the kitchen. “Not sure of a name. Ideas?” She whistled for the dog while opening the sliding door and encouraging her to leave the security of the house.

Standing behind Presley, the scent of her perfume wafted lightly from the spring breeze. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her back tightened for a second but relaxed as quickly and her head fell back against my shoulder, rocking against me. We stayed like that, watching the still nameless ball of fuzz bounding across the fenced backyard.

I turned her in my arms to face me. “Presley, you are the best thing that has happened to me since I moved to Omaha. Please let me into your life, and I can be the best thing that’s ever happened to you, too.”

“Cocky much?” Her green eyes softened and her eyes skipped to my lips.

I gave her my best smirk to make the view worth the look. “Only when I need a beautiful girl to really listen to me.”

I cupped her jaw in my hands and softly kissed her forehead, moving down to her nose and sealing on her waiting lips. Her body softened against mine. She released the embarrassment and hurt of what had happened last night in one long peaceful and contented moan into my mouth.

“That’s better,” I whispered.

Woof. Woof.

We both looked down to our feet as the round globe of white with grey eyes scampered happily around our ankles.

“I think she approves,” Presley said, smiling.

“I approve. I missed your smile.”

“I missed you.” The amazing words resonated through my body.

“Okay. So, food?” I asked.

“Chinese or pizza?”

I released my arms. “Pizza, pepperoni, I need the grease and carbs.”

“What did you drink?” She picked up her phone from the table.

“Low-quality whiskey.”

Her sparkling tear-filled eyes came up from the phone. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I know you’re worth it, Presley. Now please, order food. I’m starving.” I picked up the dog, and she squirmed frantic happiness in my arms. “So what should Prez name you? You ever watch
The Muppets
?”

Presley cocked her head. “Yeah. Long, long, long time ago.”

“I was watching an episode with Grace a couple weeks ago and Miss Piggy’s dog’s name is Foo-Foo. What do you think of that?” I rubbed the dog’s head and she playfully bit at my hand. “You look like a Foo-Foo.”

“How old is she?” She brought the phone to her ear.

I glanced down at the dog after I placed her on the floor. “I don’t know, maybe two, three?”

“Grace is two or three?”

I chuckled. “No, Grace is six.”

“Grace is six?” With extreme confusion, Presley held up a finger to me as the line connected. “Yes, I’d like to order a medium pepperoni pizza and a small veggie pizza. Thin or regular crust?”

“Thin.”

“Thin, please, for both.” Presley relayed our choices, giving a quick good-bye. She spun to me. “What are you talking about? Grace is six years old?”

“Yes, Grace is Kanyon’s daughter.”

The fuzzy ball with a droopy pink tongue bit playfully at my canvas shoe.

“Wow, Kanyon’s a dad.” Presley leaned against the counter. “What’s she like?”

“She’s beautiful. Big green eyes, long blonde hair, and as sweet as you are.” I caged Presley in with my arms, and hers wrapped around my neck.

“I wasn’t so sweet last night.”

“Hey, I accepted your apology. Let’s move forward. I have a feeling you look back and regret the past a lot more than you should, and you probably never should, Presley.”

“Guilty. Well, Grace makes a whole lot of sense now. School concert, right?”

“Yeah. Kanyon is a great dad. He’s thinking of fighting for joint custody. Didn’t even know Grace existed until a year ago when he received a notice for paternity testing.”

“That’s crazy! One-night stand?”

“Yeah, girl didn’t even know his name, just that he had a unique tattoo and green eyes like their daughter, and apparently, she barely remembered those things. Her dad ran into Kanyon and laid into him in the Ducati store. Kanyon didn’t remember the girl. Unfortunately, he said that out loud, and the guy dropped him to the floor with a blow to the chin. Now the granddad of Grace realizes that Kanyon’s a great dad and his daughter, Moriah, is the questionable parent.”

              “Wow, again. Glad he wants to be a part of her life. Willow would make an awesome mom. She’s great with kids.”

“She’s also great with adults, took care of my hangover headache like a pro.”

“How?” Presley’s body tensed.

I threw my head back and laughed. “With pain relievers and fruit punch sports drink … not sex, Presley.”

“Speaking of…” Her eyes dropped and closed.

I lifted her chin, and glassy-green mottled marbles shined at me. “We don’t have to talk about that right now.”

“But I need to.”

She laid her cheek on my chest. Her fingers dug into my back jeans pockets, and time rolled by, but I was okay with waiting.

“Jude, not sure you’re going to want to hear this, but I need to get it off my chest. I’ve been with three guys. The first was a good guy and we had fun, but we fizzled quickly after we had sex. I’ve always questioned if I was bad in bed even though he said he was just ready to move on. The second guy, he was an ass, bossy and controlling under and outside of the covers. I dumped him and he retaliated with a deluge of crap about how awful I was in bed. I questioned if he was truthful or only trying to hurt me, but still the words stuck in my mind. The last guy was almost a year ago and he was a one-night stand. It was okay. He gave it his best.” She squirmed. “But the universe didn’t explode for me. I guess I’m not the kind of person to have no-strings-attached sex. I need an emotional connection.” Her eyes came up and held to mine. “Like I have with you.”

“I need that, too, Presley. That’s why I haven’t had sex in over six months. I’ve only had six partners in eight years and one of those was a monogamous four-year relationship. The other five were girls I dated numerous times or knew for months as friends before we got physical. Not that I’m judging, but I don’t have one-night-stands. A physical attraction isn’t enough for me, there has to be time and effort
and
an emotional element that I don’t get with many girls. But, God, I have that emotional element bad, in a good way, for you. I want you to be only mine.”

“I want that, too, Jude.”

I leaned down to kiss her and the doorbell rang.

“Pizza.” She moved forward, pushing on my chest while placing a soft kiss against my throat. I groaned at our moment being cut short. “Later, Ponytail. Come on, I need to go pay.”

She grabbed her purse from the table, but I made it to the door before her and paid the delivery driver.

****

“Thanks for dinner, Jude.” Presley leaned back on the sofa after finishing one slice.

“You’re gonna eat more than that, Presley.”

“No, I’m not.”

I finished the last bite of my third piece. “I would think you’re gorgeous no matter your size, Presley.”

“Right. That’s what they all say, until you’re actually that size and it’s not so gorgeous.”

I blew out a big breath of frustration. The dog tipped her head at me, and I shook my head back at her.             

Stay calm. Patience.

“Okay, it’s up to you, but I’ll tell Kai to take it easy on you tomorrow ‘cause that piece of pizza wasn’t enough to workout on, especially if you didn’t eat well yesterday. Your glycogen stores would be gone in minutes of even semi-intense cardio and you’d fatigue easily making you at risk for injury.”

Presley narrowed her eyes. “Okay, smartass. I think having a personal trainer for a boyfriend is going to be both good and bad, right?”

I shrugged and ate another slice.

It is true, Prez. I can be so good and so, so bad. You’ll see.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Coming home to find Jude there was what I needed. He was what I wanted and needed. Opening up to him was still hard. Maybe it always would be? I hid things from people for so long that it was almost a gut instinct to be jaded, guarded, untrusting. It was time to change or I’d end up being alone for the rest of my life.

And right now, I could get used to being with him for the rest of my life.

We finished our pizza. After his encouragement, I ate three slices of the veggie and cheese-covered triangles. He was right. I needed the food. My emotions had controlled my stomach lately.

I signaled him to stay sitting as I cleaned up.

“Want to watch a movie?” I asked as I sent Foo-Foo outside.

“I’d rather make out with you,” Jude replied honestly. I stuck my head out into the cool spring air to clear my hormone-clouded thoughts.

Foo-Foo bounded back inside. I set up her water and food dishes and a small bed I bought her. She sniffed around, inspecting the cushion from all angles, then jumped into it, spinning in a circle and curling into a small white compact ball in the middle.

I gave her a couple of pets and walked to Jude. “Okay. It’s your turn for a little attention.”

His big hands encircled my hips, pulling me between his open legs. He raised my t-shirt until a sliver of stomach was showing and he kissed the sensitive skin with the barest of pressure, igniting every nerve south of my waist.

“God.” The word lengthened as he grazed his teeth across the same area.

Jude’s lips smiled against me, then floated from one hip to the other, right above my low-rise jean waistband. He stopped. His wet, hot tongue flared out to tease right below the silver button closure. I shivered uncontrollably. Jude chuckled at my reaction as he sat back and tugged me to straddle his lap.

I pulled the ponytail holder from his hair, combing the silky strands loose with my fingers. “That was so hot.” My hands wrapped around his neck, the muscles rippling beneath my fingertips.

He tilted his head forward. His nose met mine and circled tip to tip. “That was the mini-preview to the special feature movie this evening. This one stars only you and me and time to get to know each other. No pressure.”

Riding his lusciously full lips along my jawline, Jude took his time to pay special attention to parts of me that had never been touched, much less kissed by a man. Hot breaths in my ear sent my body into tingling spasms everywhere.

I lifted at the hem of his t-shirt. He took the hint, pulling the grey fabric over his head, his abs clenched, and my eyes popped at the mouthwatering view.

I ran my fingers over his Adonis-inspired face. “My boyfriend, you are gorgeous, outside … and inside.”

My hands skimmed down his chest slowly. Those hazel eyes fluttered closed as he leaned back into the couch, letting me get my fill of his body. At the moment, I was sure I’d never actually get my fill. This want was a bottomless glass of desire. I leaned forward and shared one of the deepest, most meaningful kisses I ever had with a man. Jude let me kiss him, making my statement that he was mine and I was his. My tongue found his and glided against the wetness from every angle. My teeth nipped lightly at his slick lips. I skidded down his jaw, down his neck, down to his toned, firm chest, repaying the mouth-attention he’d given earlier.

Slithering my body off his lap, I knelt on the floor between his long legs. My tongue made its way down his six-pack abs, dipping in and out of every inch of taut skin. His treasure trail deserved extra attention. I circled my fingers down and back up the thin trail of hair leading into his jeans. He sucked in a quick breath. His eyes opened and the orbs glazed with sparkling gold shavings before melting into pools of craving. Jude’s hand wound into the hair at the base of my neck, giving a small squeeze of support for whatever I decided to do. My breath rushed from me as his gaze held mine.

Without overthinking anything, I worked frantically. I unbuttoned his jeans, slid down the zipper, and pulled the material open. I tugged at the waistband, he lifted his hips, and the jeans dropped to his knees. My whole body was on fire. Every part of me wanted so badly to have him. Make him all mine. I tugged the band of his blue boxers and he lifted again.

Before he realized what was happening, my lips were suckling at the tip of his rock-hard cock, my hand wrapped firmly at the base.

His body shook. “Presley, that’s amazing.” His hips bucked. “Like
really
fucking amazing.”

The erotic growl that accompanied those words was enough to start my ascent toward my own pleasure, but I wanted this to be about him. I needed him to know what he did to me, what I felt for him, how worked-up I got knowing he was mine.

I dropped my mouth down the length of him. His long erection struck the back of my throat and forced a small gag, but I didn’t stop. I twisted his shaft lightly in my hand and his hips jumped off the sofa. I continued the action, increasing the speed.

“Presley.” He moaned my name like it was the only word in his vocabulary that mattered at all to him. His testicles rose up and his breathing became rough.

“I’m ready for you, Jude. Please, let me have all of you.” My mouth returned to worship his cock, sliding the soft skin smoothly in and out of my salty, pre-cum slickened lips.

His hands gave me a thoughtful warning squeeze behind my neck. He gritted out, “Your mouth is mind-blowing, Beautiful.”

Our eyes connected as the head of his manhood enlarged and his shaft pulsed in my hand. His long fingers dug into my neck as his body tensed and released repeatedly. I slowed my movements to swallow every sticky drop of him as he loudly grunted his release.

I shivered with elation. I loved consuming him in that very intimate way.

His eyes were still closed when I straightened. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his collarbone. Taking me by surprise, he wrapped his arms around me, raised me up, and rolled us together until he was on top of me on the sofa.

“I’d say that was about the hottest fucking scene ever in a movie.” His lips turned up at the edges. “Now I think we need to create a scene that’s all about Presley.”

My heart beat anxiously. “Not necessary, Jude. I’m happy to just lay here with you.”

His fingers traced my lips. “But here’s the problem with that, Prez. I could tell how worked-up it got you to give me head. And, Beautiful, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I promise it was fucking fantastic.”

I blushed.

“Do you know how happy it will make me to go down on you?”

I shook my head.

“It’s all I can think about right now.”

“But…”

He pushed himself up, his arms straightening and tensing to hard-sculpted rolls of muscle.

“Okay, here’s the deal, I won’t if you can tell me
exactly
why you don’t want me to, but I get one chance to change your mind.”

I started to protest.

“Without touching you,” he added.

I closed my eyes and released exactly what was holding me back. “I have disgusting stretch marks from when I was really...” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I shook my head. “They’ll never go away and I hate them. I don’t want you to be turned off.”

Jude rose from the couch.

That’s it. He’s leaving.

I opened my eyes to see his naked body on full display. The view was spectacular and disorienting.

“See these?” He pointed to his hips.

I rose onto my elbows and squinted. “Are those…?”

“Stretch marks. Yes. Look here.” He turned so his backside was in my face.

I giggled. “I’m sorry Jude, I don’t see anything but your amazing ass.”

“No, above!” He chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder. “But thank you. See that?”

I bit my lip. “More stretch marks,” I mumbled.

He spun around, pulled his boxers and jeans up. “Don’t want you distracted, you need to concentrate.” His smug smirk said everything.

“I don’t know, Jude.”

He sat next to me on the sofa. “Presley, I
do
know. I know I want you so badly that I can already taste your sweet softness on my tongue. I know I want to feel your legs wrapped around my head. And I know I’d love to hear you scream my name when I make you come.”

I sucked in an alert breath.

He brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. “And I know you’re going to want me to do it again and again, over and over.”

“There’s that cocky thing again.” My body betrayed my brain and the words came out heated and breathy.

Jude’s hands cupped my face. “Hey, we can call it a night if that’s what you want, but I’d love to give you what I think you deep-down really want.”

“Okay, fine. But don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t go the way you’re expecting.”

“Presley, if I can get you off with a kiss and my hand, I’ll blow your mind with my mouth.”

Cocky was a good color on Jude. Turned me on more than I would ever let him know. I suspected he already knew what his words did to me, though. What
he
did to me.

He lowered me back to the sofa. “Relax. Enjoy. Don’t think. Just feel.”

My eyes went lax as his hard warm body laid on mine, hard muscle pressed into me everywhere. His strong arms and abs held him in a comfortable plank position as his silky lips started their journey down to mine. He grazed and skimmed and tickled and teased me. I rumbled unhappy noises that he wasn’t deepening the kiss and he chuckled.

While Jude’s lips spent time on the soft underside of my neck, his hand made its way down my body tenderly, stopping at the hem of my t-shirt and lifting. His hand cupped my breast and my back arched as his warm fingers dug into the skin around my bra. He lifted the cup over my breast and released the small but perky globe.

“These are incredible.”

His head lowered and he raised my t-shirt all the way. His lips surrounded my nipple and his teeth nipped lightly. My body jerked with every pinch of combined pain and pleasure. He placed kisses all over that breast, then went to work on the other one. My body responded with equal ache to his additional attention.

“Jude. Oh, my … Ponytail.”

“That’s right, keep saying my name.”

“Which one? Jude or Ponytail?” I panted the words.

He raised his head and beamed. “You keep moaning and moving like that and you can call me whatever you fucking want.”

When he moved farther down my body, I started to recall when I had masturbated to the thoughts of him doing just that.

I gripped his head, our eyes met. “Stop at my belly button and tease me, please.”

“I love it when you tell me what you want, Beautiful.”

I watched every movement of his mouth. My body shuddered as his tongue lapped deeply across the indentation. He teased in and out quickly, and little quivers of pleasure started building south of where he was.

“Jude…” My body tensed, a little anxiety, a little anticipation.

“I’ve got you, Presley. I’m here for you.”

He unbuttoned my jeans and in one smooth motion both the denim material and my underwear were on the floor. I observed his face as he took everything in. There was not one sign of disgust and not one moment of repulsion.

“That is…” His hungry eyes connected to mine. “You, Presley, are beautiful. Every inch of you.”

His words wrapped around my soul. “Thank you, Ponytail.”

“I will tell you every day until you believe it, too.”

“When you say it, I do believe it.”

Jude’s eyes sparkled up at me. “Now hold on, because I’m about to make your universe explode.”

He wasted no time. He raised my legs and his head disappeared, his soft long hair tickling the insides of my thighs. My pink tissues were swollen and firm as his warm wet tongue glided along the inside ridge slowly like he was collecting and savoring every drop of my juices. His hands opened my folds and his tongue dove deep inside of me. I hummed with an intense flutter of pleasure and my blood pumped through my body with the force of an F5 tornado.

I’d never had a guy so skilled at giving me pleasure, so patient and talented. I closed my eyes to just sense everything he was doing to me, in me, for me. His tongue flicked up to my clit and my hips jolted as little strikes of electricity zapped and zinged through me.

“Presley, you’re sweet, everywhere. This is a flavor I’ll never get enough of.”

His teeth grazed my clit right before his tongue soothed the thrumming nub. He was brilliant, heightening the experience with a little pain so the pleasure was that much greater. He did the yin and yang move again and the pressure of a climax began to mount.

“Oh, my God…” I grabbed his head in my hands.

As he pressed firmly with his wet tongue on my clit, he drove a long finger inside me, stroking gently.

“Jesus, you’re fucking tight and dripping wet.”

His lips returned to my swollen bud and in one motion he both bit down and sucked on the nerve-filled point. The combination released the heavens and shooting stars came at me from every direction.