Page 16 of Sinful Sharing

Jude reaches around to grip the back of my head. His eyelids droop with lust as he rocks against me. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” he pants. “It feels so fucking good.”

What I’m doing—what I’m thinking— is so damn sinful. I’m thinking of Taylor pressed against the headboard, knees to his chest, begging for me to enter him. I’m thinking of those sexy sounds that would leave his mouth when I finally give him what he needs.

“Jesus fuck. So fucking sweet,” Jude groans, riding me.

My balls pull up tightly against my body. A sweet sensation crashes down on me. In my head, I’m gripping the back of Taylor’s thighs, sinking my cock into what I’m certain would be a tight, warm space.

A forbidden space.

He’s family, Roman.

Fuck.

“Don’t stop.” Jude bounces harder, stroking his length, his face tight with raw pleasure. “I’m so fucking close.”

And I’m about to earn an express trip to hell for these ungodly thoughts. But then again, that’s all they are: thoughts— temporary mental blunders. Stress, exhaustion, or a lack of intimacy might be the source. Under normal circumstances, I would have seen Taylor’s nakedness and felt nothing.

Nothing at all.

Which doesn’t explain why I’m counting down the days until he leaves.

10

Taylor

The house settles around me with a chorus of old-timber creaks, but sleep refuses to come. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, my muscles buzzing with a tension I can’t shake. Every part of me aches after a long day of physical work, something I never imagined I’d ever say. My shoulders are sore. I have blisters on my palms. My legs feel as if someone replaced the bones with wet cement.

That should be enough to knock me unconscious. Instead, I’m wide awake.

Rolling onto my side, I stare at the old bookshelf, my thoughts returning to earlier tonight. Maybe it’s not the effects of a ten-hour workday that are keeping me awake. Maybe it’s him. The way he looked at me.

And I know I’m reading too much into it because there’s no way Roman is attracted to me. He’s too uptight— someone who would never cross certain lines like lusting after his stepbrother’s son. No, he would never dream of doing that.

My stomach knots anyway. My body liked that look far more than it should have, regardless of whether I imagined it. But then again, I’ve always had a talent for wanting things I shouldn’t have. Things—people who are off limits. It never ends well. Noel was a perfect example.

With a frustrated groan, I throw back the blankets and swing my feet onto the cold floor. Fresh air might help. I cross the room, pulling the curtain and sliding the window, immediately getting blasted with frigid—but welcomed— air. Moonlight spills across the ranch, casting a silver glow on the snow-covered ground and highlighting the figure running up the driveway.

Naked.

What the hell?

“This can’t be real,” I mutter under my breath as Jude sprints through the snow like the freezing temperature doesn’t exist, his long legs eating up the distance. My curiosity soon takes over, and I grab my boots, tug them on without socks, and slip on my jacket on the way downstairs. The cold slaps me wider awake as I move toward the porch railing, staying mostly in the shadows.

I only mean to watch, but then Jude slows down near the end of the drive. His gaze lands on me immediately. A grin spreads across his face. “Busted.”

I look away so fast my neck protests. “Get over yourself. I wasn’t spying on you.”

“No?” His amused voice draws closer. “It’s almost one in the morning. Nothing is interesting out here for you to look at. Well... except me.”

“Joke’s on you,” I reply, keeping my gaze on the ground. “I came out for fresh air.”

“Convenient timing.” His boot steps crunch in the snow. I shift my eyes to a pine tree beside the barn. He chuckles. “You act as if you’ve never seen a naked guy before.”

Heat creeps into my face. “I have a gym membership. I’ve seen naked men.”

“But?”

I wave in his direction without actually looking. “But I don’t usually see them standing in the snow.”