Page 31 of Ruthless Protector

His fingers pressed against my slick opening while he kept up that grind, sliding me against his body.

“Feel good?” he rasped.

I nodded, biting my lip.

“You gonna get there like this, honey?”

The intensity of what I was feeling was more than I knew what to do with. Nothing had ever felt like this. I started pulsing deep inside and the sensation had my breath catching, my body moving in a way I had no control over. Jude didn’t let up.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear. “Come for me, Willa.”

I moaned helplessly, about to scream so hard the walls would shake. Jude spun me, pressed me against the wall, and one of his hands came down over my mouth, muffling my cries, while the other held me up and his hips pumped against mine, ringing every bit of pleasure from me.

When the last of it washed over me, I blinked up at him.

He removed his hand from my mouth, and pressed his lips against my kiss-swollen ones, then slowly, carefully, lowered me to my feet. He used his body to hold me up for a minute and I appreciated it.

I thought I was shaken before.

“Good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded, unable to make my mouth work.

He grinned then stepped back, went to the couch, and started throwing cushions off. I guessed making room for himself to sleep.

My eyes slid over him. The massive budge behind his zipper was impossible to miss. “You’re still…don’t you want me to…”

“Go to bed, Willa,” he said, not turning to look at me. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

So what? He was going to pass up on a blowjob? He didn’t care if he got off? I didn’t get it. What was his angle?

Fine. Whatever. I got what I needed, right? I refused to think about why that bothered me so much.

“I’ll just…I’ll grab you a blanket.”

7

Jude

I heard her rush out of the room and I let out a ragged breath.

Christ.

What the hell was I doing?

When I came here tonight, scared of what the hell I’d walk into, flashes of memory, of pain, of when I’d lost the two most important people in my world, of the self-destruction that followed—I’d been out of my damn mind with fear.

Then I’d seen Willa on that couch, Tilly in her arms, eyes wide and freaked the fuck out. And everything in me, every wild and primal instinct, demanded I protect them. I’d already known that’s what I was going to do before Tilly had begged me to stay.

What I hadn’t planned on, was kissing Willa again. Shit, of her kissing me.

Of getting her off.

But for whatever reason, she’d needed that from me, and I couldn’t lie, I’d wanted to give it to her since I first met her. I never planned to act on it, though, not then. She didn’t need a guy like me in her life, with all my baggage, all the shit I hadn’t found a way to deal with. That, honestly, I didn’t want to deal with.

But seeing that desperate need in her eyes, feeling the way her hands trembled against my chest when she asked me to distract her. She’d needed comfort, to feel safe. I may not be her bestie, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out Willa didn’t know how to ask for that, how to ask for someone to take care of her, to give her that comfort.

So I gave her what she could ask for. Let her have that control, because I knew firsthand that after tonight, she’d need a way to take that back. When you felt like you failed the people who relied on you, whether that was true or not, you needed your world back on its axis, your feet on solid ground. You needed not to feel helpless anymore.