Fracture (Unbreakable Bonds 6)

Jude lunged after him, bringing him down next to the cross. The guy hit the floor with a grunt and Jude sat on his chest and punched him in the face again. This time, he caught his knuckles on the guy’s teeth, leaving a long scrape.

Before he could get in any more hits, hands pulled him off. He fought, so blind with rage, he wanted to pummel the man to death.

While he was still being held, Donald had enough time to get to his feet and slam another fist into Jude’s face.

Snow let out a roar of fury and laid into the man so hard, he flew back into a group of spectators. Snow just kept going, his fists flying one after the other. Donald threw his hands up as his mask flew off.

Shit, Snow was losing his fucking mind. Blood splattered the people around Donald as he tried to block Snow’s blows. Someone finally grabbed Snow, who stood breathing hard and glaring at Donald like he planned to kill him.

When Donald lurched to the side and took off through the crowd, Jude fought free of the hands holding him and scrambled to his feet to follow. The fighting was still going on around him, and he had to dodge blows from all sides. Donald shot through the front door, Jude on his heels. Jude tackled him on the front lawn.

“What the hell, man?” Donald yelled.

Jude had no intention of talking to him with anything but his fists, and he got in two more blows before Snow yanked him off the guy.

Rowe ran up with duct tape in hand and had the guy hogtied within seconds.

“Who are you fuckers?” Donald struggled but the tape was too secure for him to do more than roll on the ground.

“I called in the tip as soon as I saw you two come outside. We have to book it.” Rowe ran toward his truck and Snow and Jude took off down the street to Jude’s Jeep. Snow peeled out like the hounds of hell were after him.

“Dammit, Jude, we had a plan! And now you got blood all over your face. How’s your nose?”

Jude pulled down the mirror, gratified to hear sirens in the background as they left the neighborhood. He looked in the mirror and touched his nose, wincing. “I don’t think it’s broken, but he got me good, eh?”

“Not as good as you got him. Guy’s face was starting to look like ground beef.”

“That was partly due to you, too. I thought I was pissed at him.”

“He hit you, Jude,” Snow growled.

“Well, to be fair, I laid into him first. Not that I give a shit about fair when it comes to that fucker. I just wish you hadn’t pulled me off him.”

“Last thing we need is cops right now. I’m sure they got him. Rowe strung him up well.” Snow snorted. “He could be a champion cow roper with that duct tape.”

“Never met anyone who loved the stuff that much before.” Jude wiped a smear of blood off his lip and saw that it was split and puffing up. Damn, there went his plans for kissing the shit out of Snow. He felt good. Fantastic even. He’d beat that asshole, and he had no doubt the cops would snatch him up. One piece of this crazy puzzle was taken care of. “You were hot jumping to my defense in there.”

“Oh, yeah? Care to show me how much?”

“Find a place to pull over.” Jude grinned.

“Hell, no. Let’s go home.”

Snow drove them home and they managed to wash the blood off their hands and Jude’s face before they were on each other. Jude winced with the first kiss, and Snow pulled back to touch his lip. “Shit, he got you good.”

“I don’t care.” Jude reached down and unbuttoned Snow’s slacks. He reached inside and wrapped his hands around Snow’s cock, but Snow had other plans and dropped to his knees. He had Jude’s pants open and his dick out fast. He swirled his tongue around the head once before he sucked Jude down his throat. Jude’s head hit the bathroom door as he grabbed on to Snow’s head and moaned. “Fuck, your mouth,” he breathed. “I love your fucking mouth.”

Snow pulled back, then sucked him in deep again, his gorgeous lips wrapped around Jude’s cock. He enfolded strong fingers around the base and tightened his suction. He let spit build in his mouth and swirled it around before he came down, then up, feeling like he was trying to suck Jude’s brain through his dick. Jude cried out and thrust into that hot cavern, sending himself deep into Snow’s throat.

Snow groaned around him, pulling away enough to whisper, “Fuck my throat.”

This time, Jude’s moan was long and ended on a whimper as he pressed his cock as deep as he dared. Fuck, Snow could take this and loved it. He fucked into his mouth, loving the hot, wet suction, the tight clasp of his throat. He pulled back so Snow could breathe before pressing in just as deep as before. He reached under Snow’s jaw to feel his dick in his throat. “So. Hot.” He bit down on his lip and winced; then his head hit the door again when Snow deepened his suction.