Her Best Men

I didn't have long to think that, though, as he took my hand and helped me rise from Nathaniel's lap. Without saying a word, Jude lifted me into his arms and I fell heavy against his chest. He said something to his friends, but I wasn't paying attention at that point. Exhaustion had taken over my body and my mind, though my body still tingled with pleasure. Jude carried me into the house. Just the two of us. Up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Gently, he laid me down on the bed.

Chapter Eleven

Jude

I laid her down on my bed and saw the look in her eyes. She was tired, but there was more to it than that. Batting her eyelashes, she beckoned me, crooking her finger, motioning for me to join her on the bed. After watching her fuck my friends, my cock was raging and hard, and I wanted to bang her pretty little brains out after the show I'd just watched. Seeing her enjoy it, watching my friends dote on her and love her – it was everything I could have dreamt about and more.

Now that we were up in my room, however, she was mine. All mine.

The look in her eyes told me she knew it too. That look said she wanted to be mine, that I could claim her body and her soul.

Hovering above her naked body, I stared into those emerald eyes and said, “You may have enjoyed yourself, Ember, but don't forget who you belong to.”

“Yes, Jude,” she said, writhing on the bed beneath me. “I'm yours, baby. All yours.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling her body upward to meet mine. She still wanted me, even after all that fucking already – and I wanted her too. More than ever before.

I kissed her lips, pressing my tongue deep into her mouth as she gasped, her moans muffled. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and we made out, kissing like two love-drunk teenagers who couldn't wait to fuck for the first time. Except this wasn't the first time, not even close. Still, it felt new and wonderful and like my skin was on fire, craving her touch on every inch of my body.

“Take me, Jude,” she whispered against my lips. “Take me now and claim me. Make me yours, baby.”

Her words were music to my ears. Ember knew how to get me worked up, to make me feel like I'd die without her. Her voice was the sweet nectar that filled my soul and I needed to be inside her.

She yanked off my belt, stripping it away and throwing it across the room. It hit the floor with a clatter, sliding to where it bumped up against my dresser. She might have been tired before, but she seemed to be getting a second – or third – wind. She was on fire.

She pulled at my shirt, freeing it from my slacks and ripped it from my chest. She raked her long nails across my flesh, drawing circles around my belly button until she moved lower, unzipping my pants and slid them down my thighs. I helped her, slipping them off and kicking them over toward where my belt had ended up, stepping forward and pressing myself against her, fully.

“Yes, Jude, take me,” she begged. “Please, take me.”

I thrust myself into her, my cock sheathed in her warmth and wetness. I was so turned on that I nearly exploded on impact but managed to hold it together – just barely though. My balls were aching, dying to release all the seed that had built up inside of me.

I buried myself deep, holding myself up by my forearms and stared deep into her eyes. She looked back at me, her eyes wide and full of innocence – but also full of a salacious mischief. It was that duality at work within her again – the good girl and the whore. It turned me on like little else in this world.

Through clenched teeth, I said, “You may have fucked my friends tonight, but you're mine, Ember.”

“Yes!” she cried out.

“Your pussy belongs to me. They may borrow it, but you're mine,” I said, each word coming out hard as I thrust my hard prick into her tight little hole.

“Yes, Jude. Yes,” she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as she shook beneath me. “Oh God yes, I love being yours.”

“I love you being mine too,” I said. “They may love you too. You may even love th

em –”

Her pussy tightened around my cock, causing me to pause and focus on not releasing inside of her. Not just yet. I wasn't ready. As soon as I regained control of myself, I finished my sentence.

“You may even love them,” I said, “but I will always have your heart. You come back to me. Always.

“I will,” she cried out. “Oh God, I will.”

Our eyes met, and I said the words I'd been thinking for some time now.

“I love you, Ember,” I said.

Her eyes grew wide, and I wasn't sure if she was going to say it back or not. If she didn't, it was fine. I didn't expect her to be at that point. I just needed her to know how I felt.