Feels Like Forever (Undercover Lovers Book 6), page 4
I rock back on my heels, and when my back meets his chest, realization hits that he’s shirtless. My loose crop top tank does nothing to hide the fact that his muscles are everything I’ve seen through a phone, and light perspiration instantly coats the two of us. I decided to wear as little as possible the first day—black top, black jeans shorts sitting low on my waist, and fishnet stockings beneath them. On my feet are my black combat boots, which I will surely regret later in the day even though they’re old, worn in, and comfortable for the most part.
“Hmm, is it Malaki?” I joke.
“Woman.” His voice drops an octave.
“Oh, you must be Wes?” My first-time meeting with Jude isn’t going nearly as badly as I thought it would, and thank fuck for that. I had the forethought to pay for my own parking even though he offered to let me stay with him. Jude is staying on the grounds for the entire festival. Nope, I did not jump in headfirst. I played it safe. And I already have instant regrets along with a healthy dose of FOMO, better known as fear of missing out.
“Ronnie.” My name slips out on a grunt. My core tightens at the thought of him groaning my name while he’s burying himself to the hilt inside me.
“Okay, fine, that leaves the only option. Jude.”
“Fuckin’ finally. Jesus, thought I was about to have to fight off the line of men trailing after you.” I spin around, more than ready to see if his voice matches the body in person. He drops his hands from my eyes, coasting down till they land on the back of my neck. The high ponytail with a fish-style braid to keep it off my heated skin isn’t any protection against Jude’s calloused hands.
The backwards hat, the sunglasses, the lack of clothing on his torso, showcasing his well-defined chest, the dark gray shorts and low-top sneakers are nothing compared to the easy smile he greets me with.
Hello, panty dropper.
The light scruff surrounding his jawline and cheeks makes it even worse. His shirt is tucked into the back pocket of his shorts, and yes, I could tell by the way it swings with the breeze that barely cuts back the humidity roasting us on the black asphalt.
“Did you say men? Where are they? Are they hotter than you?” I check either side of his body, noting his back is just as defined as the front. I’m fucking cooked. There’s no way I’m going to be able to survive the next four days with both of us wearing hardly any clothing judging by the looks he sends my way coupled with the way he touches me.
“You wanna play this game, you’re fuckin’ on. I’ll bend you over, smack the sass right out of your ass. An ass I could pick out in a line of women, and none of them would be as hot as yours.” His statement should make me reel, turn on my heel, and run far, far away. So, why does it do the exact opposite, causing me to step closer to the man I’ve had a playful and flirtatious relationship for the last almost month?
“Obsessed with me and my ass, are you?” I’m not afraid to admit that it’s probably my best asset along with my eyes. Whereas my younger sister has boobs and legs for days, I got the complete opposite.
“Fuck yeah.” His top teeth depress on his plush lower lip, and I’m tempted to make the first move. Except that would be too forward, right? I mean, maybe not considering he’s talking about bending me over after we just met face to face. Jude’s hands drop from my overheated skin, which has nothing to do with the warmth from the sun. Nope, it’s one hundred percent the fine piece of male hotness in front of me. His hand finds mine, and he laces our fingers before saying, “Come on, we need drinks and figure out who we’re gonna see first.” I don’t miss the lazy dragging gaze he slides down my body. Maybe forgoing a bra wasn’t a great idea, but my girls sit high and tight even though I’m in my lower thirties, and sticky pads to hide my nipples would slide right off with the amount of moving and sweating I’ll surely do.
It’s also giving Jude a view of what he’s doing to me, and the smirk he sends me, well, he’s well aware of the physical chemistry we have with one another. I’m also sure that if his shorts weren’t loose, I’d be able to tell what I do to him. As it is, I can’t necessarily cup his cock to check. The last thing I want is a pair of shiny silver bracelets as a new adornment. While this is a rock festival, there also aren’t any age restrictions, so, you know, I’ll refrain until there’s a better time and place.
Jude leads me through the crowd, keeping my hand locked with his as we bob and weave through the throngs. He nods at a couple of people, says a quick hello here and there, making me think he might know them. Either that, or he’s a friendly type of dude. A few hundred feet from our meeting spot is a tent stand for food and drinks. It’s still early in the day, with the doors to the event having opened at eleven in the morning.
We come to a stop, ten people deep in line to get whatever they choose. Jude pulls me in front of him. My back meets his chest, and his arm bands around mine.
“You mind if I smoke?” he asks, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“No, not at all.” I grew up around smokers. My dad still smokes till this day. He’s a do as I say, not as I do type of person. So, when he caught my brother smoking, at the age of fifteen mind you, they went to the back porch, where Dad gave him the longest speech ever, more like lecture, where he made him smoke ten cigarettes back-to-back. Zane got sick and never touched them again. Plus, I work at a bar, smoking is a part of my daily life even with the extra air purification systems that were recently installed.
“What do you want to drink or eat?” he asks. I look over my shoulder, watching as he brings the pack of cigarettes out, his long and thick dexterous fingers pull one out, and his lips surround the unlit smoke.
“I’ll do a Powerade.” I wince. It’s my least favorite, especially blue. I’d prefer the lemon flavor, though beggars can’t be choosers once you’re inside the gates. The water I drank on the way here and all day yesterday to stay hydrated will only last so long.
“Cool, I’ll do the same.” He steps back to light the cigarette, cupping his hands near his mouth. Never in my life did I think something as simple as watching a man take a drag and smoke would look so fucking hot. Jude must notice that I like what I’m seeing, probably pretty easily considering I’m staring, and it’s not until he wraps me up in the same embrace as earlier that I realize he’s also helping me walk toward the kiosk to place our order.
“What can I get you?” the employee behind the cash register asks.
“Two Powerade’s and two packs of Skittles, please,” Jude replies. Interesting enough, his need for candy didn’t go unnoticed when we talked, he always has to have something to do to keep him occupied.
“I’ll pay for mine or send you money,” I tell him before he pays, using his wristband to deal with the cost while answering me with a shake of his head.
“Later.” The cashier hands him our stuff, and I help out by grabbing the candy since he goes after the drinks.
“You want these now or later?” I hold up the purple packs.
“During the show,” he responds. I slip them into my bag, and we move out of the way for the others.
“Thank you.” He hands me my drink.
“No problem. You wanna sit in the shade until the first band starts?” He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it with the same hand as his drink, allowing him the opportunity to interlock our fingers again.
“Sounds good. I need to recoat with sunscreen, too.” My tattoos fading is not something I want to happen if I can prevent it.
“I’ll do your back if you do mine.” I can’t help but laugh at the analogy that’s similar to ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.’ How very cliché-ish. It goes right along with the little throwbacks I give him when we have a verbal spar either in the game, through a text, or on the phone.
“I just bet you will.” It’s his turn to chuckle, and in real life, it’s even hotter. Fuck, the next four days are going to be torture, and not in a bad way. More like how am I going to be able to keep my hands to myself when all I want to do is trace every inch of his body?
5
JUDE
“You good?” I dip my head to ask Ronnie the question. We walked to an area where sun sails are set up and picnic benches are spread out. You can still hear the music from the stage. Each area has the same set up in different areas on the nearly twenty-acre track Rock the Nation is held on. This doesn’t even include the parking lot for daily passholders or the campground, where there are multiple lots.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless, and I watch as she shivers in response. My lips touch the shell of her ear, pushing my luck to see what happens. I’ve had my hands all over her body while applying sunscreen. I had to move the straps of her top out of the way, lift the bottom of it, too, and I made sure to do my worst while working us both up. It probably wasn’t the best idea, since we’re out in public with eyes fucking everywhere, and while it’s not unheard of to hear about other concert goers to have their fair share of sex in random places, the first time I have Ronnie beneath me won’t be where anyone can see her sensual-as-fuck body or hear the moans I got a glimpse of yesterday morning.
“Your turn, Foxy.” I take the lobe of her ear into my mouth, nipping at it with my teeth before sucking on it to relieve the bit of pain I delivered.
There’s no way I’m lathering the front of her body with sunscreen. I’ll leave that to her. I’d lose any and all restraint. It wouldn’t take me but two point five seconds to throw Ronnie over my shoulder and make quick fucking work back to my van, and we’d miss the entire damn first day of the festival.
“Payback’s a bitch, Jude. Remember that,” she says over her shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on her face. I’m fucking toast. I’ll have to muster up every ounce of restraint I can. An impossible task where Foxy is concerned. The minute we got off the phone yesterday, I stubbed out my cigarette and immediately hopped in the shower. I needed relief. My cock had been hard so long, there was no way I could have even thought about doing anything else instead of wrapping my hand around my length, bringing up the vision of Ronnie moaning in her sleep, and watching as her thighs shifted, outlining the lips of her pussy. Five strokes were all it took before I came. It took the edge of enough for me to wrap shit up and get ready to hit the road.
“Do your worst, Foxy.” She spins around, her braid whipping around with her, and I gotta say I’m digging what she’s wearing a whole hell of a lot.
“You asked for it.” She grabs the bottle of sunscreen and squirts a healthy amount in one palm before getting to work. Her hands move to my chest, and fuck me running, she’s out to kill me. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through every sensation that’s taking ahold of my body. Christ, popping a boner in a sea of people is not what I had on my agenda, and in my attempt not to, I run through the contracts I’ve got piled on my desk I need to get through, codes, app interfaces, and anything else I can recite to keep my focus off Ronnie’s hands.
“Christ, woman.” I open my eyes, unable to keep my hands at my side any longer, especially when she leaves my chest to slowly slide down my abdomen, getting closer to my dick.
“Having trouble, Jude?” Her voice skates along my chest, hands dipping lower, and while moments ago, I was more than ready to grip her hips, I’m only left with one option. Especially when I feel the tips of her fingers edging along my waistband, dipping inside before pulling back.
“Foxy, you start this, I’ll finish it. We won’t see shit today except the inside of my van.” Which I’m more than okay with. I upgraded my van after last year’s event. I was tired of taking a camp shower off the back of my rig. The amount of water also meant you had to either purchase it from the campground area or lug buckets of water back to where you were staying.
The new van has a fully functional bathroom. No more only having a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink. It even has more room in the kitchen, and instead of it having a college dorm type refrigerator, I now have one twice the size. There’s a bed in the back, one tiny closet, and an outdoor area that extends off the back. My favorite part of the van is being able to use it when the weather is right, a cool crispness to the air, and there isn’t a damn mosquito in sight.
“We can’t have that.” Ronnie pauses for a moment before tacking on, “Yet.” I watch her tongue moisten her lips, leaving them shiny and making my mouth water. I’m laser-focused on her while trying to keep my wits about me with other people milling around, which, understandably, is damn hard. My nostrils flare as she presses her body closer to mine. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with every breath she takes. Her nipples lightly graze against my bare skin, and there’s only one thing left for me to do.
“I’ve waited long enough,” I mutter, watching as her eyes sparkle, as she sees what I’m after. My mouth hovers above hers, barely a breath away, allowing her to say no but hoping like hell she won’t push me away.
“We’ve waited long enough.” The moment the words leave her lips, I kiss her, hard. There isn’t an ounce of hesitation from me or Ronnie. My mouth claims the woman standing in front of me. I’ve been dying for a taste of her for too damn long. A breathless moan slips from her lips, and my tongue slides in. I keep one hand on her hip, the other moving until I’m cupping the back of her neck, angling her head as I continue dominating the kiss. She moves closer. The tips of her nails score the flesh on my abdomen, and the burn only makes me want more.
Ronnie whimpers into my mouth, but I’m not easing up. If anything, it only makes me deepen the kiss while still trying to stay in control. I pull back in an attempt to slow us down, and that’s when she grazes my lower lip, biting just enough to leave a sting. My baser instincts take over. Slowing down is no longer an option.
“You like that?” I groan when we both come up for air. Ronnie doesn’t need to respond, I already know the answer. She fucking does. We’ve played this game for far too long. The teasing back and forth is leading us straight to a hunger we both crave.
“Jude.” Her eyes open, as do mine. We’re interrupted by a few cat whistles and people clapping, probably not the best place to lose my mind and have a hot and heavy make-out session with her.
“Foxy,” I say the name I gave her the minute she finally gave in and started talking over the mic. Ronnie is fucking gorgeous and sweet, the full damn package. The more I learn about her, the deeper I fall for her.
“We probably should stay here for a moment, but maybe not that close together.” There’s amusement in her tone. And what does the vixen do? She pulls her hands away from my abdomen and manages to plaster herself to me. Her hands slide to my sides, skating a path until she’s completely wrapped around me.
“Probably not.” I squeeze her hip, the tips of my fingers pressing into the fleshy party of her ass, dip my hips, and move in a way that lets her know what she’s doing to me. My cock most definitely is outlining my shorts. Us staying like this isn’t going to help any, either.
“I’m going to turn around. You can use me as a shield?” A delicate eyebrow lifts in question.
“Foxy, your ass is just as hot.” She tosses her head back laughing at my statement. “It’s the damn truth. Ever since I got a glimpse of you from behind last night, been dreaming about it.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she reaches around me, grabs the bottle of suntan lotion, and tosses it into her bag before zipping it. I watch as she uses a different clasp to keep the two ends together and become a pick-pocketer’s worst nightmare. She secures the bag to her body and grabs our drinks, keeping her hands busy and making it impossible to leave mine on her body.
“You good?” I ask her. Maybe she’s processing shit and thinking I took it too far. I may be able to hack into social media, banking apps, security systems, and a slew of other shit, but the same can’t be said about digging into people’s thoughts.
“Yeah, I mean, besides trying to contain the need to climb you like a tree, I’m peachy keen.” She hands me my drink, probably a good thing since we’re still surrounded.
“Fuck, Foxy. It’s going to take everything I have to keep my hands to myself. You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” I only stubbed my cigarette out before getting to this area, and now I’m ready for another. The one craving I have is for more of Ronnie.
More of her kiss.
More of her smell.
More of her touch.
More. More. More.
And it’s repeating in my head like a carousel that goes round and round.
“I promise I’ll tell you. I also solemnly swear that I will not ever complain about you touching any part of my body.” Ronnie holds her hand to the side of her body, palm out, similar to a scout’s honor.
“Ass included?” She closes her eyes for a moment, and this time, there isn’t a ball of worry sitting like a pit in my stomach. Her breathing intensifies, and after the past twenty-four hours, plus that kiss, she’s all fucking for it.
“Yes, with lots of stretching and plenty of lube. Remember, I’ve felt your cock now. I know exactly how big you are. And, Jude, you’re really freaking huge.” My head on my shoulders and the one currently still hard from earlier heard her loud and proud.
“Guess I’ll be hitting a store, then.”
“Yes, we will.” She spins on her heel, giving me her back and inadvertently her ass, too. “Come on, I wanna be on the rail for the next band.” The only fucking thing I want to rail is Ronnie.
“Let’s roll.” I move to stand beside her, our fingers lacing together, and since I’m taller, I lead the way. As much as I’d rather she be by my side, it’s damn impossible when there are so many crowds of people walking from one stage to the other.
