Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (76 page)

“You’re awfully quiet today,” says mom, nudging me with her elbow as she passes me on her way to the pantry.

“Oh. Sorry.” It’s all I can think to say.

“You’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t heard much from you since your last visit.”

“I told you about the exhibition at the gallery.”

“That’s right. You did.”

“Andy is thinking of having another one in the spring.”

“Do you think you’ll still be at MTA in the spring?”

I stop what I’m doing and look over at her, confused by the question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m just asking,” she replies with a shrug.

I know better—she’s not
just asking
. My mother doesn’t
just ask
anything.

“But…?”

“Well, do you have any aspirations to work for a different gallery, maybe? Or find a position somewhere that might offer a little more pay? You can’t live in that shoebox of an apartment forever.”

“Teddy’s not worried about that, mom,” Harper jumps in. “She’s got a sugar daddy, now.”

“Harper!” I cry with a scowl. “That is
not
true. What is wrong with you?”

“Come on,” she says with an eye roll. “Face it—so long as you and Judah are solid, money is the least of your worries.”

I cough out a scoff, appalled at the things coming out of her mouth. “Harp, I’m sorry that Ben isn’t here; I’m sure it sucks and you’re really disappointed, but you don’t have to take it out on me—and it’s
definitely
not fair for you to take it out on Judah. I’m not with him because he has money, and you know that.”

“Girls, enough. Harper—lay off your sister. Teddy—I won’t for a second believe that Judah’s money has anything to do with your relationship. Your father and I raised you better than that. But I
am
interested in your goals for the future.”

I sigh, frustrated to find that I’m now irritated with both of them. Why my mother thinks that I would have plans of leaving Andy and Geoff is beyond me. I’m perfectly happy exactly where I am, and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.

“I don’t want to work anywhere else, mom. I like working for Andy. My goal for the future is to be a part of Mountain Time Art gallery’s growth. That’s enough for me. Now, can we talk about something
other
than me?”

Reluctantly, she changes the subject, and for the next hour we chit chat about nothing in particular. My mind wanders in and out of the conversation, my thoughts drifting to completely inappropriate places far too often. When I feel like I can’t handle anymore girl time, and my menial tasks are complete, I excuse myself to the living room.

As I enter, I find both dad and Jude focused on the television, neither of them speaking. While they are oddly quiet, I don’t sense any tension in the room, so I chalk it up to male bonding.

“Are you guys okay in here? Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m fine, honey,” answers my dad.

Judah replies with a shake of his head, his eyes conveying a question of their own. I smile at him, assuring him that I’m doing all right before I take the spot beside him on the couch—careful to leave a couple of inches between us. I focus my attention on the game, ignoring the heat of Judah’s body.

I don’t know much about football, only a few basic rules I’ve picked up over the years whenever I’ve been in the room with dad during a game. Usually, I find it rather boring; but as I sit with my guys, listening to them exchange a word or two every few minutes, I decide it’s not so bad today. It isn’t until dad says something that makes Judah laugh that my grip on my sexual longing slips from my grasp, once again.

His deep voice resonates through my entire body, and my core clenches at the sound. I’ve never been so
aware
of all my senses before. I feel so incredibly sensitive and embarrassingly aroused. In an effort to find even a semblance of relief, I break my rule, scooting closer to Judah until I’m flush against his side. He lifts his arm and drapes it over my shoulders, and I rest my hand on his leg. It’s subtle, but with my dad in the room, I know it’ll have to do.

“I thought you said no touching?” Jude whispers.

My fingers grip a fist full of his khakis, the feel of his breath against my ear making me wet. I don’t respond, not trusting my voice for a second. I’m desperate with want, and I’m wondering how much longer I’ll be able to last—then Judah speaks again.

“I actually need to make a phone call,” he says, as if speaking to my father. “Is there someplace private I might be able to do that?”

“Yeah!” I reply, with more excitement than is necessary. I chance a look at my dad and then look to Judah, who smirks at me knowingly. “You can use my old room. I’ll show you where it is.”

Ever the gentleman, Judah excuses himself politely while I practically bolt out of the room. He follows me as I lead him upstairs, and when we reach the landing, I’m almost panting. He grabs a handful of my ass, and I whimper, spinning to collide with his chest.

“
Judah,
I need you.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I know. Which room?”

I lead him down the hallway and into my old room. He closes us inside and takes a quick look around, but I’m too turned on to worry about what he’s thinking. His eyes aren’t away from me for long, and then he’s kissing me—one arm holding me against him tightly, the other gripping the back of my neck. I grab two fistfuls of his sweater at his sides, pushing myself up on my tiptoes as I thrust my tongue hungrily into his mouth. He moans and I try pulling him tighter, needing him closer.

“Fuck, Teddy,” he growls, pulling his lips from mine. “We can’t be up here long.” I nod, knowing that he’s right. He presses one last solid kiss against my mouth before he demands,” I want you naked from the waist down. Now.”

I pull away from him, quick to do as he says. I’m sure I’ve never undressed faster in my life. With my boots, my leggings, and my panties in a heap on the floor, I look to him for further instruction.

“Lie down, sweetheart. Spread your legs and show me that pussy.”

I back my way to the bed as he unfastens his belt. While I position myself appropriately, I watch as he folds the leather accessory before bringing it to my mouth.

“Bite down on this. No screaming, do you understand?”

I offer him another nod, opening my mouth wide, giving him the space to insert the belt. I bite down hard as he drops to his knees, his hands pressing on my thighs to spread me even wider. He blows on my slick center, making me shudder, and then he flattens his tongue against me, licking from my entrance to my clit. My eyes roll back and I grip the blanket beneath me fiercely, trying desperately not to make a sound.

“You are delicious, Theodora,” her mutters before burying his tongue inside of me.

I bite down on the belt even harder, my eyes welling up with tears. He feels
so good
, and it’s taking everything I am not to moan in ecstasy. When he sucks on my clit, my orgasm starts to bud deep within me. It feels so warm and tingly, and I welcome it. Then he sinks two fingers inside of me, and my groan cannot be silenced. It makes me want his dick, but I know I have to be patient. I have to control my hunger. I have to trust that he’ll give me everything that I need in the right time. He’s never disappointed me before, and I’m sure he won’t start now.

“Who’s my greedy girl, hmm?” he hums, looking up at me from between my legs. I look back at him, whining unabashedly. I
am
greedy for him, and I’m too in love to be ashamed. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sucking on my clit once more.

With his fingers and his tongue working in tandem, it’s only seconds before my orgasm blooms, pleasure overwhelming me as my core clenches his fingers, my ass tightening around my toy. I throw my head back, arching my back as I try to stifle the scream that’s in my throat.

I manage—
barely
—and then I’m breathless when I begin to relax. Judah stands, sucking my arousal from his fingers, and I know already that surviving the rest of the day is going to be a challenge.

“Get dressed. Head back down. I’ll follow in ten minutes.”

I’m quick to obey, handing him his belt before slipping into my panties. I can feel his eyes on me as I wiggle into my leggings, then hop into my boots. I straighten out my sweater dress and then run my fingers through my hair before facing him.

“Do I look all right?”

He reaches for me, tracing his thumb over my warm cheek. “You look exceptional.”

I smile up at him, closing the distance between us before tilting my head back and puckering my lips. He responds with a quick kiss and then swats at my ass.

“Go.”

I hurry for the door and look back as I step into the hallway. “Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t wait for him to respond before I close the door and hurry back downstairs.

Before I enter the living room, I take a few deep breaths, knowing I need to cool down a bit. When I finally enter, I’m surprised to see mom and Harper have joined dad. I guess that means everything is prepared, and now we’re just waiting for it to cook.

I take the open spot next to Harper, casually informing everyone that Judah should be back in a few minutes, and then shift my attention to the TV.

“Sorry about earlier,” Harper says softly into my ear.

I turn and offer her a smile, understanding that her attitude was simply a byproduct of Ben’s absence.

“It’s okay.”

“So, I went digging through your purse for chapstick a little bit ago.”

My eyes grow wide in shock and she grins at me in response.

“Do I want to know why there’s a bottle of lubricant in your purse, Teddy Bear?”

I open my mouth to speak, and then narrow my eyes at her—wondering if her apology from a moment ago was really sincere, or just her way of softening me up to pump me for information. I conclude, knowing Harper, that it was probably a little of both.

“I’m sure you’d
love
to know, Harp, but I’m not going to tell you.” She frowns at me, but I only offer her a shrug and pretend that football interests me far more than her chosen topic of conversation.

“Bitch,” she mumbles.

“Skank.”

“Hussy.”

“Whore.”

“I hate you,” she laughs.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

T
he orgasm Jude was kind enough to give me at my parents’ house was enough to curb my sexual appetite until after dinner. By the time we were in the car, headed for our evening with my friends, I was squirming again. Except this time, no matter how much I begged, Jude insisted that I had to wait. His tone was nonnegotiable, and it both aggravated and thrilled me.

We spent two hours at Andy and Carrie’s. Had I gone alone, I’m sure I would have stayed until midnight—sipping wine, laughing, and eating too much dessert. However, I wasn’t alone this year; furthermore, after my second glass of wine, my hands began misbehaving. At nine o’clock, I thought it best to bid my friends farewell. They protested, of course, but I told them that I’d made Judah do what I wanted all day—now, it was his turn.

That last bit was probably delivered with more innuendo than was appropriate, but they didn’t seem to mind. Anyway, it couldn’t be helped. Tipsy and turned on to the highest degree, I can’t be held responsible for anything that comes out of my mouth. Or, apparently, what I do with my body.

Judah barely gets his Land Rover into the garage before my seatbelt is unbuckled and I’m crawling over the center console to straddle his lap. He grunts and then chuckles as I grind down against him, my lips seeking the warm skin of his neck. I barely notice when he kills the engine and shuts the garage door, too concerned with the bulge in his pants. I rub myself against it again, sighing in relief as I graze my clit through the fabric that separates us.

“
Judah
—do you have any
idea
how sexy you are?” I ask, chest heaving as I reach down to unfasten his belt. “I swear, I thought I’d come watching you eat pecan pie.”

“Sweetheart—do you have any idea how sexy you are
right now?
” He sinks his hands in my hair as I unbutton his khakis. He then curls his fingers and tugs on my locks just as my hand wraps around his hard cock. I gasp, my eyes finding his in an instant. “Fuck—I’ve wanted inside your pussy all day.”