Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4)
Also by R.C. Martin
Made for Love Series
Mountains & Men Series
Worthy of the Dissonance (Coming Fall 2016)
Copyright © 2016 R.C. Martin. All Rights Reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and other elements portrayed herein are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
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Table of Contents
The St. Michaels: A Made for Love Short
To Hayley—because if I was going to dedicate my monster baby to anyone other than me, it could only be you. Thank you for loving Judah as much as you do, and for supporting me every step of his journey.
A
ssholes aren’t born, they’re made. When I met him, he had already been tarnished. Broken. His heart had already been marred by the darkness that ravages the world like an unstoppable beast. I didn’t know it then—didn’t recognize the depths of his pain. I couldn’t begin to understand the ways in which he was using me. I wasn’t prepared for the ways in which he would destroy me.
Justin had my heart. He had my love. Then the asshole took what he wanted and left me, kicking the dust off of his feet as if the particles were my remains–the leftovers in which he no longer had any interest. I couldn’t see it then, but I see it now. He had been torn apart and remade in the image of an asshole. I was his victim.
Where does the blame reside?
He was a victim once too, wasn’t he? Then again, to say that I feel remorse for him would be a lie. I loath him with every fiber of my being. The truth is, every victim has a choice. To rise or to fall. He chose wrong. He might not ever understand. He might not ever see—the blinders of his carnal nature, the fortress around his battered heart preventing him from embracing the purity of love. Life. Happiness.
He may have broken me, but unlike the villain that made him, he did not make me.
I have been reborn.
S
he hums around my cock, her head bobbing back and forth across its length. Her right hand squeezes at my base, pumping in tandem with her swollen lips. Her left hand is in between her legs, her fingers busy massaging her clit. She doesn’t look up at me as she sucks, licks, and gags—swallowing the head of my dick. Naked and on her knees, her eyes closed and her mouth full, it’s the way I like her best. I don’t need to remember the color of her irises. I don’t need to see the depths of the hunger in her gaze. I don’t wish for the intimacy of a single glance.
I don’t want it.
This
she knows.
This
she understands.
This
is why she is here.
On her knees.
Worshipping my cock.
She sucks me harder, moaning as she reaches for my balls, and I know she’s worked herself to the brink of an orgasm. I grunt, tangling my fingers in her hair and yanking her head back. Her eyes shoot open as she gasps. Now, her gaze locks with mine.
“You come when I tell you to come.”
Her shocked expression melts into a mischievous one, the corner of her lips curling up into a sly smile as she lifts her hands in surrender. “Yes, sir,” she quips.
“In the bed. On your stomach,” I command, jerking my head toward my mattress.
Without another word, she stands to her feet, sauntering the short distance to the bed. She crawls over the duvet, folded down at the foot of the bed, and lays across my sheets. Propping herself up on her elbows, she spreads her legs for me and looks back over her shoulder. Her straight blonde hair is cut just below her chin, her bangs falling into her eyes. I watch as she pulls her plump lip between her teeth, waiting for me.
I tear open the condom and slide it over myself before crawling into the bed after her. My hands skim the back of her strong, toned legs before squeezing her ass. I spread her cheeks and she sighs.
“Jude—god, I love your hands.”
“Good, because I’m quite fond of this ass.” I lean down, bringing my lips to her ear before I murmur, “I’m waiting for you to give me permission to
fuck
it.”
She chuckles, the sound low and sultry, making my dick ache.
“My ass doesn’t do casual, Jude. Boyfriend privileges, remember?”
I grin before sinking my teeth into her shoulder with a groan. She whimpers, reaching back to grip a fistful of my hair, lifting her hips when I suck on her skin. I grasp the flesh of her backside with determination, running my dick along her slick center.
