Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,60
teeth into Jude’s meaty thigh before Jude could drag him to his feet.
Jude released his grip and surrendered. Felix sprung his own cock from his jeans, then resumed sucking Jude’s cock as if he might never get another chance. Felix stroked himself, his fist keeping pace with the rhythm his mouth set. Sensing Jude was a powder keg ready to explode, Felix reached between Jude’s thighs with his free hand and massaged Jude’s balls until the big man’s entire body tensed. When the first spurt of cum landed on his tongue, Felix pulled back. The rest painted Felix’s face and chest. He continued stroking Jude’s throbbing dick until he’d milked the last drop.
Felix’s orgasm was only a few strokes behind. He splattered his release onto the floor as pleasure blasted through his entire body like a starburst.
Jude stumbled back against the table as if his legs could no longer support him. He still had one hand fisted in Felix’s hair. Jude used it to tilt Felix’s head back. Cupping Felix’s face with his free hand, Jude smeared his cum into Felix’s skin. “Christ, you’re sexy,” Jude growled.
“And a little messy.”
Jude helped Felix to his feet, then pulled him into his arms for a deep, hot kiss. Just as it had all those years ago, the first climax they shared hadn’t sated the hunger. It had always been the appetizer in a sexual smorgasbord. The aftershocks of the orgasm hadn’t even left Felix’s body yet, but he still craved the next one.
A loud pecking came from the glass patio door, startling the men apart. A million and one thoughts floated through Felix’s mind in the nanosecond it took for him to turn his head. It was a neighbor borrowing sugar. His lovable but annoying friends had shown up to prove him wrong about meeting Jude for dinner. Bigfoot had wandered out from the woods and was looking for beef jerky. Nope. It was two judgmental-as-fuck peacocks staring at them.
“Are you sure those aren’t your birds?” Jude asked. “Pete looks like he wants to know what my intentions are.”
Felix laughed. “I hope they’re exceptionally dirty.”
“Downright filthy.”
The interruption, although hilarious, dispersed the sexual fog that had commandeered Felix’s brain. An awkward silence fell over the room.
What have I just done?
Something in Felix’s expression must’ve betrayed his thoughts because Jude pulled Felix back into his arms. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched. “Please don’t overthink this,” he urged. “I know there’s a lot of baggage between us and many unanswered questions, but we can work through them.”
They tucked themselves away and refastened their pants. Felix cleaned off his face, chest, and mess on the floor with his discarded T-shirt. He tossed the dirty garment into the laundry room on the other side of his kitchen, then retrieved plates and silverware. When he returned to the dining room, Jude was still bare chested but had unpacked the containers of pulled pork, scalloped potatoes, green beans, and cornbread from the cardboard box.
“Damn, that smells incredible,” Felix said. Jude’s gleaming chest was just as appetizing.
“Wait until you taste it.”
The food was as delicious as Jude promised, but the conversation was stilted and clumsy at best.
“How do you like living in Savannah?” Felix asked.
“I wasn’t sure if I’d like it. I’d always heard the city was a little weird. I think she’s more eclectic than strange.”
Felix nodded. “Do you like the slower pace in a smaller market, or do you miss the hustle and bustle of a big city?”
Jude set his fork down. “The Felix Franklin I know doesn’t dance around a subject. Why don’t you ask what you really want to know?”
“If you really moved back to Savannah for me, why did you stay away so long?”
“I drove by your house three times my first night in town. I couldn’t work up the courage to pull into your driveway.” Jude took a deep breath. “I expected you to show up at the news station and try to run me out of town, but you didn’t.”
“I sure as hell thought about it,” Felix admitted. “Those fucking billboards infuriated me.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that why you started investigating Earl Ison’s murder once I released the article? You hoped I would confront you about stealing my work?”
Jude nodded. “Every day I stayed away made it harder to explain why I hadn’t sought you out. I’ve never considered myself