After he came, we stood, sweat on our glistening chests, stretching our legs, and took another slug of wine. Not for the buzz—this was to quench the thirst that rose within us.
“I want more,” I said, setting down my glass.
“Wine?” Jude asked.
I laughed, not at all self-conscious standing completely naked with the two hottest men I’d ever seen. They had just seen me with my ass in the air, legs apart, come on my breasts. There was nothing to get bashful about now.
“I don’t want more wine. I want more of you both.”
“Oh, God, woman, where did you come from?” Ashton said, grinning. He dropped to his knees with his hands in the air, as if asking the heavens for an answer.
“Please stop joking around, Ashton,” I said. “I need to get you hard; my pussy can’t wait forever.”
“Ohh, I like it when you talk like that,” he said, standing from his forsaken prayer and slapping my ass.
I looked over and saw Jude set down his glass of wine, studying the two of us. A flush of desire swelled through me again. His gaze shifted to Ashton, their eyes holding a silent conversation.
Jude was so different from Ashton.
Ashton was cheap beer and eager kisses and howling at the moon. Ashton was a boy … but Jude was a man. And I’d needed both this weekend. I realized that now.
I needed to have fun and smile, but I also needed to remember that I was still growing and changing, and that the thrashing was the good stuff. The part I didn’t want to miss.
Ashton pulled me close, embracing me with his arms wrapped tight around my waist. He kissed my cheek, and then my lips. His kisses were soft and sincere. They were the kindest kisses I’d ever received.
“Thank you,” he said, pulling away. “But now I’m saying good-bye.”
“What?” I asked, confused, as I watched him pick up his clothes and head to the door.
“We had fun. Fuck, we had more than fun. But tonight you need Jude, and Jude needs you.”
The question rose on my lips. “How did you know?”
“I watched you watch him, Willow. It was magic.”
He slipped through the door, and I felt tears prick my eyes—but also relief. I knew what I needed, what my body needed.
It wasn’t Ashton.
It was Jude.Chapter Twenty-TwoJude brushed the tears from my eyes, and tucked my hair behind my ear. The mood had shifted quickly and my heart was trying to catch up. Ashton had known before I had.
I had chosen Jude subconsciously.
Sensing my need to be tucked close to him, he lifted me in his arms once again and set me on the bed.
We didn’t speak. There wasn’t any need for words. All we needed now was to forget about the rest of the word and devour one another.
I pulled him on top of me so I could see his eyes.
I didn’t need wild sex. I didn’t need two cocks at once or my pussy rubbed raw. I just needed him covering me with his strong shoulders, his lean legs. I needed his fingers laced through mine again and our eyes locked on one another.
The intensity erupted around us, his shaft hard and pulsing as my legs spread wide.
“I know you said you like it rough, but I don’t think that’s what you really want,” he whispered, slowly guiding himself toward me.
“What do you think I really want?”
“I think you want to be consumed with love and life,” he whispered, his forearm resting above my head. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him closer.
“Consume me then,” I said breathlessly.
And he did.
Over and over and over again.
He pressed into me, filling me entirely. I clung to his back as he rocked in and out. Then, lifting myself up from the bed, I straddled him. He sat upright, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He hit my g-spot and I rotated my hips over him, grinding up and down. I spilled all over him, gushing like he’d made me do on the mountain.
“Fuck, Jude, that’s so good.” I panted the words in his ear as I came fast and heavy. His legs were soaked, and I knew he liked it. He grabbed my ass, and we came together.
Moans devoured the space as we both slowed our motions, wanting the orgasms to ride through us in sweet waves we could savor.
“Willow.” He said my name, holding my chin with his hands. “We are magic.”
He repeated Ashton’s words, and I knew he was right. Together, somehow, Jude and I were more than we were apart.
I didn’t even know this man. His last name or birthdate or favorite food. But it didn’t matter.
I realized that sometimes those weren’t the things that mattered. Maybe all that really mattered was meeting someone who saw you for who you were and who you weren’t.