Ghost Writer - Pandora Pine Page 0,13

the cake before the birthday boy sees it?”

“Get over here, so I can take a bite out of you.” Jude motioned Cope toward him with his free hand. He continued to stroke his dick with the other.

“You said you had something special planned for me.” Cope lifted an eyebrow at his husband. He pushed out of his pants, the bulge in his briefs proof of how much Jude pleasuring himself aroused Cope.

“Oh, I do, but you had to be in the room first.” Jude didn’t want to disturb Cope while he’d been writing, but if he’d kept on much longer, Jude would have fallen asleep.

Cope snorted. His underwear hit the floor and he kicked out of them before stalking toward the bed. “Is that a subtle dig at me for going past my hour of rec time, Warden Byrne?” His hand went to his semi-hard cock. In a few slow strokes, it was rock-solid and ready to go.

Jude’s breath caught in his throat. He was continually amazed by his husband’s body. It never failed to make him hot and bothered. In this case, if his own dick got any harder, it would be shooting off on its own. “Take all the rec time you want, just so long as that juicy cock is my reward for being so patient.”

“I kept expecting you to knock on the door.” Cope grinned. He ran a hand up Jude’s leg, before wrapping it around the one Jude was using to stroke himself.

Jumping as if he’d been burned, Jude climbed off the bed. If he let Cope continue what he was doing, he wasn’t going to have the chance to give Cope his last birthday present. “I’ve got something for you.” Jude walked toward his closet where he’d hidden the item.

“Yeah, I know, nine inches of hot meat, ready to fuck me into next week.” Cope licked his lips in anticipation.

Cope’s words stopped him cold. “Christ, what a mouth you’ve got. If I hadn’t been waiting a month to give this present to you, you’d be down on your knees taking it.”

“Oh, I’ll take it, all right.” Cope knelt on the floor. He folded both hands behind his back and sat silent, watching Jude’s every move.

Jude had a big decision to make. Did he leave the present where it was in the closet and unveil it another time? Or did he stay on target? Decisions. Decisions.

He was already halfway across the room. Too late to turn back now. The item was hidden in the inside pocket of a suit jacket he hadn’t worn in months. Jude knew Cope wasn’t the type to snoop, but he hadn’t wanted to take any chances with Cope seeing this present before it was time.

“Where the hell are you going?” Cope looked incredulous. “You never walk away from my willing mouth.”

“I’m not walking away. I’ve got one last present stashed in the closet. You’re going to love it.” Actually, Jude wasn’t convinced Cope would like it. He’d seen it online and had ordered it on the spur of the moment.

“Why didn’t you give it to me at the party yesterday?” Cope’s mouth twisted into a devious smile.

Jude snorted. A mental image of the looks on their friends’ faces flashed through his mind. “When I show you what it is, you’re going to be glad I waited to give it to you in a private moment.” He reached into the jacket pocket and pulled it out. It was heavy in his hand. Jude’s dick twitched in anticipation. “Close your eyes.”

Cope obeyed without hesitation.

Nervous butterflies tickled Jude’s stomach. He had no idea why he was so nervous. It was only a present. One that he could easily return if Cope didn’t like it. “Hold out your hands.”

Again, Cope obeyed, cupping his hands as if he expected Jude to dump liquid into them.

Jude set the gift into his hands as if it were made of gold. “You can open your eyes now.”

Cope’s eyes went wide when he saw the gift. “Is that what I think it is?”

What Jude handed over was a remote-controlled p-spot stimulating butt plug. Made from black silicone with six vibration patterns, it was the top of the line, according to the consumer reviews. “If you think it’s a Backdoor Boogie, then you’re right.” Jude no longer worked for Pure Passion, but still kept tabs on the sex toys the company produced.

Shock turned to curiosity on Cope’s face. “What does it do?”

Biting his lower lip to keep from grinning like