soaked him.
The slurping should have disgusted me. It only bucked my hips harder.
My unmuffled groans should have embarrassed me. Jude clutched me tighter.
And the speed at which my body ached, rolled, and crept closer to that beautiful abyss would have shocked me.
Whoremones be damned. This was all Jude. Every touch. Every kiss. Every word.
I held my breasts, the couch, anything and everything that could give me leverage. Jude encouraged me with his own pleased groans. His fingers dug into my hips, and he growled as I bumped forward, unrepentantly humping against his lips.
My head fell back.
Every muscle in my body ached, tensed, burned.
“Jude…” I arched and offered more of my slickness for his tongue. “I’m…I’m…”
His words muffled. God, it was so wrong but damn if it didn’t thrill me just as much. I quaked. Bounced.
Thrust my hips forward.
And my crest erupted just before the sharp crack echoed from beneath me.
The thrills and tingles, shocks and jolts were nothing compared to the relief that coursed through my core. It was perfect. It was peaceful. It was every release I’d ever imagined, better than any fantasy or silly, naughty daydream.
The crash of excitement soothed fraying nerves and blinded me to any regret that might have overshadowed such a powerful crush of pleasure.
I bent over Jude. My body jerked, swayed, and quivered.
He groaned as I did.
But…his wasn’t a good groan.
I blinked hard, screeching as a spurt of blood sprayed from his nose.
“Jude!” I lurched off the couch. “Oh my God—what happened?”
Jude hauled himself up with a hiss, touching his nose.
His bent nose. His flinched as he touched the tip. “Shit, that hurts…”
The world stopped spinning. I flung off.
“I broke your nose.”
“No, that’s not…” More blood spurted. “Yeah. Okay. You might have broken my nose.”
“Oh my God.”
I repeated it, rushing to my feet. Once. Twice. Nope. It didn’t curb the panic. Or the embarrassment. The suffocating, constricting, nauseating embarrassment.
I launched from the couch and rushed to the kitchen. As much as I hated throwing up in his sink, it wouldn’t be the first time. He’d forgive me. This was nothing compared to breaking his nose with my gyrating pussy.
I rinsed the sink. Who would have ever thought I was queasy around blood? That was eight years of medical training well-spent.
He needed something to mop up the blood. I grabbed the hand towel wrapped over the oven handle.
Phillip watched the flicking material and thought it made a swell game. He leapt and latched onto the end of it, growling a playful grunt and twisting his head.
“No, Phillip!” I tried to rip the towel back. “I need this! Release. Let go! Heel! Stay! Cookie! Anything!”
The dalmation’s tail wagged harder. He shook his head again.
“No! Phillip! Let go!”
The dog obeyed.
I was not prepared.
He released the towel, and I flung backwards, elbows first.
Into Jude.
One elbow dug into his pecs. The other…
Well, it batted something.
And, like a coiled doorstop flicked with a finger, Jude yelled once more as nine solid inches of flesh boinged inside his gym shorts.
Unfortunately, the padding underneath his slug of meat caught the brunt of my elbow.
Jude went down.
Phillip grabbed the towel with a victorious bark.
And I resolved to mop of the blood spilling from Jude’s nose, pack my bags, change my name, and escape into the night. I’d find work under an assumed identity. Hell, I’d open my own private medical practice. Apparently I was damn good at drumming up business.
I handed Jude a paper towel. It wasn’t his nose that concerned him. Jude curled, against the wall, and grabbed at his boys. He hissed, but he seemed to be in one piece.
Mostly.
I awkwardly shifted my weight. Of course I was still naked. God forbid I retain any dignity.
I gave him a weak smile. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
Jude groaned. “I’m gonna hope yours felt better.”
“Would it help if you knew that it was very nice?”
Jude chuckled, letting me tilt his head slightly forward to check his nose. “Then it was worth it.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why, planning to break my leg if we sleep together?”
The thought of a night with him nearly stole my voice. “Don’t ruin the surprise.”
“How’s my nose look, Doc?”
“Like we should go to the hospital and call the Rivets’ trainers.”
“Won’t we have a story to tell?”
“I’m so, so sorry.”
“And I told you, Rory.” Jude didn’t let any crippling pain stop him. “You’re worth it.”
Was it wrong to think he was being sincere, or was I just being foolish? Who was I kidding? I wanted to