Jude's Salvation: This Love Series Page 6

  “Jude,” I gasp for air, moaning as the second orgasm washes over me. He slides his fingers across and down on my clit, the pressure perfect causing all my muscles to tighten. Closing my eyes I savor the last waves running through me. He lifts my hips once more and thrusts a few more times before he throws his head back and stills, a rumble rising up through his chest and he cries out his release. I have never seen a man orgasm so erotically in my life. I could watch him do that everyday and never be less amazed. He releases my hips and drops his body over mine. He’s breathing heavy and his heart is racing. He quickly removes his condom and wraps it in a Kleenex before turning back to me. I run my fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead. He moves off me to his side, turning me with him. I lay beside him, chest to chest. His hooded eyes rise slowly to mine and his sexy grin returns. I kiss it quickly. I can’t stop touching him. His hand still rests on my hip, his other under his pillow, holding him up a little. I rest my head on my pillow, my fingers still trailing his jaw, his collarbone I want to memorize everything about him.

  “I am so happy you didn’t insist that I behave,” he smiles. I laugh quietly then crawl on top of him. He lies down on his back and I rest my knees on either side of his hips, kissing his chest. Straddling him naked like this is turning me on again and I can feel his hardness returning.

  “Too soon,” I moan, still feeling a little sore after his pounding.

  “I want you over and over again Eden,” his voice deep and full of lust. My lips find his and he kisses me deeply. I can still taste a little of myself on him and for some reason that makes me kiss him harder. I have never had sex more than once in a night before but with him, I don’t want to stop. My hips begin to grind against him and I can feel him fully aroused again. He flips me back and spreads my legs. He leaves little kisses on the insides of my thighs, then he draws my knees back and I feel so exposed to him. His grin returns as he looks up at me.

  “So wet again baby, yum,” he teases, his fingers circling me and my legs shake. As soon as he delves inside I begin to squirm. I am so hot for his touches I feel as though I could come already. His tongue licks my nub before his lips wrap around it and he begins to suck. I have never felt anything like it before. My hands grab his hair and I pull him down on me harder. My hips gyrate into him when he enters me, one finger in my wet slick pussy and another takes some of my wetness and begins to move in and out of my other hole. I have never been with a guy that has touched me there. I can’t tell him to stop because my body is letting him in. He moves faster, in and out of me. The feeling is almost too much. I should have known he would be just as intense in bed too. He continues to suck on my clit, his strong, long fingers in and out of my body, I grip the sheets and cry out when another orgasm spreads through my body. I’m shaking and moaning, as I watch him place a fresh condom on. He flips me over onto my stomach and raises my hips. I balance on all fours while he pounds into my clenching pussy. With every entry I tighten around him.

  “You feel so fucking good baby,” he groans, that rumble building in his chest. He fists my hair and pulls my head back. The pain brief as the excitement and pleasure builds through me. He slaps my ass with his other hand then pounds further inside me, deeper with each thrust until I’m shocked to feel my fourth orgasm of the night burst out of me. I’m so wet I can feel it sliding down my leg. He shouts as he comes again, he doesn’t still this time, he thrusts hard through it.

  “Oh baby, you’re killing me,” he groans as he flops onto his back on the bed. I lay beside him, staring up at the ceiling. Stars fly around my head as I try and catch my breath.

  “Wow,” I pant.

  “Are you okay baby, I wasn’t too rough was I. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he asks, his hand finding mine.

  “No Jude, you didn’t hurt me,” I whisper back. A tear falls from my eye and slides down the side of my face. I hadn’t realized he was watching me until I feel his finger wipe my tear away. He kisses my cheek and rests his head beside mine.

  “I’ll let you sleep a little before I ravage you again,” he tells me.

  "Sleep or you, hmm, let me think about it, no, I choose you," I grin mischievously, his arms instantly around me. I love this man.

  I can hear his exhaustion and I fall into the deepest sleep of my life. I don’t awaken until morning.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Truth In The Lie

  Jude

  “Her plans are still on for Paris, do you want me to continue services?” I ask, feeling guilt in the pit of my stomach.

  “Yes, keep a watch but stay back. I don’t want her to know I’ve sent protection. She’ll never forgive me,” Mr. Daniels orders before hanging up. Setting my cell back down on the counter, I take in a deep breath. I know I’ve made a mistake, it’s a mistake I knew I would make as soon as I saw her again, I just didn’t know when I would make it. Running my hand through my hair I walk towards the bedroom and watch her sleeping. I’ve been watching her for years and she has no idea. I have fallen in love with her and I’ll never be able to tell her.

  When her father gave me this job I thought it wouldn’t last long. I assumed he would give what he owes and end this threat against her finally but he hasn’t. Since she started college he’s hired me as her secret bodyguard. This trip was a surprise and I almost told him I couldn’t do it. Looking at her now, I would never have given this up. She is safest here, when she is with me. Her father wouldn’t approve of us. I knew that much. Mr. Daniels considers me a hired gun only, a very high priced gun but still not worthy enough for his daughter. I can’t help but wonder if she might have been able to fall in love with me if the circumstances were different.

  Lying to her has been painful. It is true I’m from Paris, went to Oxford and graduated with a Law degree at twenty two but after that the businesses I found myself falling into led me into private protection. I failed to mention to her that I have been trained since I was twelve to become an assassin. I have been primed by a secret service in London to carry out my orders. I protect my charges at any cost. I come highly recommended and Mr. Daniels is willing to pay the price since his once secret lovechild was threatened six years ago and he had to bring her under his wing. Her head is still held as bounty by someone he owes a lot of money to. He keeps those details hidden from me but I know more than he thinks. I was there six years ago. I held her in my arms while she awaited her mother’s death sentence.

  I know who he owes and who he wants to keep her hidden from. I was surprised he would allow Eden to even go on this trip considering the danger she is in but he said she insisted on this backpacking excursion. I know Eden enough to know she is very stubborn and her father can’t say no to her, ever.

  I sit down on the edge of the bed and touch her bare thigh. She is my dream. When she laid her eyes on me in that pub my whole body heated. She has never noticed me before, at least I have never let her notice me before. There were times I wanted her to see me, I've always wanted to know if she remembers me but keeping her safe is my first priority. Watching her date that idiot Tyler from LA was painful. He cheated on her and I couldn’t tell her. I had my ways though. I set it up so she found out. It broke her heart but I couldn’t let it continue. She deserves better than a guy like that. She deserves a guy that worships the ground she walks on, that delights in her body and is riveted by her words.

  It was lucky for me that she and her traveling companions went into a pub my business associates own. I had acquaintances to talk to just a few tables over from hers. I had planned to blend in, hoping to look like just another patron. I laughed and talked a little business with a few partners but my plan of blending in didn’t work for long. She heard me, through all the other voices and above the music she somehow heard me. I thought for a moment she recognized my voice but that would've been impossible. I watched her eye me up and down. I could tell she liked what she saw. It thrilled me like nothing else in a long time. Women came easily to me and my satisfaction was elusive, never fee
ling the spark like I felt having Eden catch me in her sights. I felt more alive than I've ever been having Eden’s lustful gaze rake over my body. Damn, this girl is sexy and she has no idea. After tonight, staying professional and keeping my distance will be impossible. I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit and I would happily walk into the front of the firing line to do it again.

  It was her smile and that damn flush of her cheeks that made me approach her the other night, forgetting Daniel’s warnings. Having the chance to finally talk to her again was just too tempting to resist. Her father told me to protect her while she was traveling but he didn’t actually tell me I had to keep my hands off her. That’s an order I wouldn’t have been able to follow.

  Eden is the girl I dream about. She’s my happy place when I’m in the middle of a situation no one wants to see or hear about. Gangsters in Armani suits are no more civilized than gangsters in ripped jeans with bandannas wrapped around their greasy heads. Eden is the light in my dark world, guiding me back from the edge. Just having this time with her now to pretend that in another life, in another world we could have been something is too perfect to give up. When she told me she didn’t want me to behave last night I thought I was dreaming.

  She's attracted to me, the bad boy she see’s in me. I noticed the way her eyes lit up when she first caught sight of my tattoos. She was raised surrounded by the seedy side of New York, men with ego’s and addictions to fill. A life I thank the stars above she got away from but there will always be a scarred part of her, even if she doesn’t remember, it will always be there. She’s seen and felt too much pain for it to truly vanish. I want her to know that I am tough enough, damaged enough to protect her.

  If she only knew I wasn't the ‘safe’ bad boy that she's searched for in the past. I'm the real thing. I like to think that my only redeeming quality is that I would do anything for her. Eden is my salvation from a world filled with sin. I would easily kill for her which is what I plan to do. Everyone I've killed or injured has deserved it, they were worse than me and so is the man that thinks he can take her from me. I will not let her continue to be a target, a pawn in some game her father is playing with Lex.

  Byron said he hasn't heard about a threat on her since before Marisa died six years ago but I know it's there. Daniels knows it's there. This will end when I get back to the states. Nothing had better happen to Eden in the meantime.

  Her leg moves closer to me and her moan is music to my ears. A slow smile creeps across her face and I grin. I’m relieved she isn’t having a nightmare, she’s dreaming of me now. I kiss her cheek, my hand grazing her smooth skin, sliding across her collarbone and down to her full, heavy breast. I lick her nipple then wrap my lips over her, sucking slowly. She responds exactly like I wanted her to. She wraps her legs around my hips, grinding against me. I pinch her other nipple with my thumb and finger, she moans louder. Her legs tighten as she searches for friction. Sliding my hand down her body, I part her lips and sink a finger inside her. She’s ready for me already, her sweet pussy is wet and clenching for me. I lick her ribs, seeing her tattoo for the first time. I’m surprised I missed it last night but the room was dark. I continue kissing her belly then the insides of each thigh. She runs her hands through my hair and I can hear her breathing picking up. She’s so receptive. I can’t help but lick her where she wants it. I lick from the bottom all the way around to her throbbing nub. I suck on it and use my thumb to press firmer.

  “Oh, oh Jude, yes, don’t stop,” she cries. I decide to draw out her orgasm. I slide my fingers into her and curl them up, increasing my speed then slowing it down. I drag my finger from her and hear her whimper at the loss. I watch her face as she gasps when I enter her again. Two of my fingers prod in and out of her wet pussy. She grips the sheets, arching her back as I use my thumb to rub her clit. Her eyes are closed and I want them open. I want to see those large sparkling eyes on me when she comes. I kiss her moist lips. Her hips thrusting as I lick her again from the bottom up to the top.

  “Oh yes, don’t stop Jude, don’t ever stop,” she cries out, breathless and needy.

  “Open your eyes Eden. Look at me, watch me and I won’t stop,” I order her. She obeys, her eyes fluttering open, her vision focusing on me and my tongue as I lap at her again. I kiss and suck her orgasm as she explodes around me. Her thighs tight against my head, she grinds and screams out her release. I’m sure she’ll wake the whole floor but I love it. I can’t get my condom on quickly enough. I’m not going to last long. I slam into her. She likes it hard and fast. So do I. Holding her hips up as I pound into her, feeling my entire length sink further into her. Her eyes are still on me, she looks fascinated, excited and sinful. Those eyes are seductive, her heavy lashes curled, her pupils dark and dilated. Even the lashes under her eye are dark and devilish. She is naturally wanton and definitely Marisa’s daughter.

  She clenches around me with each thrust, she’s so tight and hot. My fingers dig into her perfect skin as I lose myself in this deep pleasure. I continue to immerse myself in her, when I hear her cry out again. Her body shakes under me and I can’t hold back my pleasure. I groan, throwing my head back I pull her up to me one more time before my release racks through my body. I shout almost as loud as she did. I take her down to the bed with me, my body carefully rests beside hers, sweating and out of breath. I kiss her shoulder.

  “Eden, I can’t get enough of you,” I confess to her. Making love to Eden makes me feel more than I’ve ever imagined possible. Not only the physical sensations but inside, I’m crazy for her. I want to hear her scream and moan for me, only me but I know one day I’m going to hear her tell me to stop. I’m going to take her too far and she’s going to tell me to stop.

  “I can’t get enough of you Jude,” she replies with a satisfied moan, her hand sliding down my sweaty chest.

  “Shower with me,” I command her. It drives me insane the way she obeys. I love it too much. I’ll abuse this, she should be warned. Her eyes seem to light up every time I order her to do something. I’m thinking getting her on her knees in the shower is the next command. I grin as I watch her jump out bed and race for the bathroom. I give her a minute to wash up and start the shower. Once I hear the water running I tap lightly on the door. I need her. I need her, as much as I can get for as long as she’ll give it to me. I told her I would follow her to Paris and I plan to but when she returns to LA I don’t know what will happen to us.

  I step into the shower and stare at the vision in front of me. She has her head tilted back, rinsing her hair, her eyes closed and her chest raised. All thoughts leave my head as I cup her breasts, kissing each one before she raises her head and I kiss her open mouth. Pouring my years of distant love into that kiss, all my hidden desires and love for her just pours into her mouth. She seems to be kissing me back with the same intensity. Like she’s missed me, been waiting for me to appear. I can dream for a little while that I am all she needs.

  She slides down my chest, kissing as she goes. Damn, the woman read my mind. I lose all thought when her lush lips wrap around my head, her tongue slides down my shaft. I groan, my hands gently placed on her head, resisting the urge to pump into her hot mouth. She begins to suck harder, slowly taking me in further. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, I wonder how long I can hold it for. I begin to pump into her and she grips my ass with her hands, her speed picking up. She sucks me even deeper until I can feel my cock hit the back of her throat. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t resist, she tightens a hold of my balls and I know I’m going to lose it.

  “I’m going to cum baby,” I rasp, still pumping into her. She doesn’t release me like I expected, she sucks harder, faster, licking and sucking till I lose it. I shout as my orgasm rips through me, hot come shooting into her mouth. She continues sucking until I finish, then with the sexiest look on her face she licks the tip of my cock before looking up at me.

  “A dream baby, you are my dream,” I manage to say, feeling overwhelmed by her. She stands in front of me a
nd rinses her face in the water then surprising me she turns and kisses me. I love her so fucking much. Wrapping my arms around her, our naked bodies pressed firmly together, I never want to let her go again. I won’t, ever. She is mine and somehow I will keep her. Until my last breath I will keep her safe. Whoever is threatening her life will soon be dead. Of that I am certain.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Fireworks

  Eden

  Could there be a more perfect man? I trace my fingers down his chest, landing above his scar. I hear him draw in a breath when I trace lightly over it. I move slowly, hovering over him. His head rests on his hands behind his head. He’s giving me the opportunity to discover him. I kiss his scar several times, covering every inch of it. I want to make him forget, to give him pleasure, something he can remember when I’m gone. I want to know what happened, if it hurt and if it will happen again but I don’t ask him questions. If he wants to share this with me he will. I continue traveling over his body, his tattoos appear military and not prison. This gives me some relief. His hands are calloused. I run my fingers up his muscular arms, tracing the veins popping out. Resting my chest against his, he watches me explore him. I can’t resist running my fingers through his thick sandy brown hair. I kiss his forehead and trail more kisses down his sculpted cheekbones, his perfect nose to his slightly scruffy chin.

  "What are you thinking my beautiful girl?" he asks as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I love the way that simple gesture makes me feel. It’s comforting and makes me feel cherished.

  “I was just thinking that you are absolute perfection Jude Edward Everett,” I tell him. He wraps me in his arms and holds me tight against him.