Page 61 of Ruthless Protector

One of Jude’s arms lifted over his head, the other resting on the hard, corrugated planes of his abs. For the first time, I got a good look at the ink on his forearm. “Serve and protect” was in block lettering and below it was a stylized K and L, looped together with curls and swirls. The serve and protect was so Jude.

I wondered what the other letters stood for as I dropped my gaze to his solid thighs. They were dusted in dark hair, and his cock was resting against one of them, semi-hard.

I didn’t hesitate. I climbed onto that big, hot-skinned body, and dragged my nose over his abs, drawing in his scent, letting my hair trail after me as I kissed my way down.

He stirred, and I nudged his cock with my lips, tongue darting out to taste him. One of his legs moved and I glanced up. His eyes were still closed. I licked the head of his cock again, and it hardened further. I watched him as I did this, grinning to myself when his eyelids popped open and he looked down.

As soon as I had his sleepy brown eyes on me, I took him into my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.

His eyes widened, and he made a hoarse kind of gasping sound. “Willa…Christ.”

I was straddling one of those monster thighs, and I could feel the muscles quiver beneath me, watching as his chest expanded sharply. His reaction was such a turn-on. I ground my pussy against him as I worked him, sucking his cock, gripping the base, stroking him. As turned on as I was, I realized I wanted to do this for him, I wanted to give him this. He’d been there for me and Tilly; God, he’d been there for us, even when he wasn’t in the same city.

I had nothing to give him but myself, and I was so damn happy that I had. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Willa, beautiful, gonna come.” His hips thrust up, forcing his cock deeper. “You don’t want it down your throat, climb on.”

Swallowing wasn’t something I’d done much of in the past. I hadn’t liked blowing my asshole ex; he made me feel like shit when I did it, like he had some kind of power over me. Like I was just the place he stuck his dick when he wanted to get off, and I hated that I’d been so desperate for love that I’d let him treat me like that. With Jude, it felt different. Again, it was me who felt powerful. His moans were because of me. The way his impressive body shook as he got closer was all me. The way he was gipping my hair, and helplessly thrusting his hips, was because of me.

It was me, Willa Hartley, he wanted. I wasn’t just some faceless warm body.

I couldn’t think of anything in my shitty life that had felt this good.

He made a low, throaty sound that had my hips rolling, had me reaching down and circling my clit frantically with my fingers. Jude must have felt it, because he lifted to his elbows, his gaze moving down his body, down to where my fingers were. His jaw tightened, muscle jumping.

I started coming instantly, moaning around his cock and he hissed, then he was coming as well, pulsing hotly down my throat. I swallowed the best I could while I jerked and groaned, riding out my own orgasm.

I sucked him dry, giving him a few final teasing licks, then rested my forehead on his stomach. His fingers that had been fisting my hair loosened, and started toying with the strands gently. It felt nice, too nice. I needed to go.

I nuzzled, kissing the dark trail of hair below his belly button, and lifted my head, ignoring the weird melancholy feeling that was steeling over me, and smiled. “Morning.”

He gave me that wide, sexy smile, one that I’d only just become acquainted with. “Morning.”

“I have to go,” I said, and reluctantly climbed off the bed, before he could stop me.

“It’s still pretty early,” he said, watching me closely.

“Tils will be coming over to get ready soon, and I’d like to take a shower and get ready before she gets there. I’m going to have a word with her teacher this morning.”

He dipped his chin, but his eyes were pretty sharp for someone who’d just come the way he had. “About this bully?”

“Ah…just checking in, making sure there hasn’t been any more incidents.” I had a feeling Tilly wouldn’t be having any more trouble from Blake after Jude’s performance, but my main reason for going was to double check at the office that they knew Trent wasn’t to go anywhere near her.

He watched me dress and put on my shoes.

“Right, I better…” I motioned to the door.

“Come here,” he said, the kind of command in his voice that would usually raise my hackles.

But again, coming from Jude, that wasn’t the effect his tone had on me at all. It was the complete opposite. I shouldn’t, but I went to him, wanting to get close to him one more time.

As soon as I was in reach, he slid his finger through the loop on my jeans and tugged me closer, lifting a hand to the back of my neck and pulling me down for a deep kiss.

When he finally let me up for air, he said, “See you later.”

It took me a minute to find my voice. “Sure.”

A kiss goodbye.