JUDSON
I walked into the house ready to call Jay and cuss him out. I decide against it and shoot him a text.
We will talk about this when I come in for the game this weekend.
There. Handled. Sort of.
I stand in the shower and let the water wash over me. No matter how hot I turn the dial, I can't wash her touch off of me. The past few days have been like a whirlwind, and I'm still trying to catch my breath. I grab my usual spot on the couch and flip open my laptop, considering I haven't been doing much work. Responding to emails has become almost second nature, and I could do that shit in my sleep. For the first time in as long as I can remember, work can't even distract my mind from thinking about her.
I send Sara an email to secure some seats for the game on Saturday, it's a day game, so it will leave the night free, which is good because I have to talk some sense into Jay. If I can pry him away from whatever Malibu Barbie he has selected for this week. I refuse to let him turn into dad. Poor mom was going through cancer treatments, and dad couldn't keep his dick out of the neighbor and his secretary, and I still hate him for it. The sudden realization that if I ever find a girl who can put up with my ass, she will never meet my parents sinks into me. Dad doesn't deserve anything from me, and he won't ever be part of my life again. If I can, I will keep him away from Jay too. He fucked that kid up enough. At least I was an adult. He left that kid to fend for himself at twelve. He has to do ten years and has already served six, so I'm sure he will try to get out early for "good behavior" or whatever. I guess I'll deal with that when the time comes.
I grab my keys and wallet and head out to the store to grab dinner. I don't usually do the "grocery shop and cook" thing. Poor Jay has lived on take-out basically since mom died. I can grill, though. I'm a man, damn it.
I laugh to myself. I feel ridiculous, trying to impress her. I don't know much about Blake, but the one thing I have picked up on is she is as down to earth as they come. I can't get the vision of her coming up those stairs in my hat out of my head. She screams tomboy homecoming queen.
I don't know her, but I want to. I'm just here for the week for meetings and work, but I don't want to go anywhere else as long as she is here. Maybe I'll just adult-nap her and take her with me, as crazy as that sounds. Blake seems like the go-with-the-flow type of girl, so she may just pack her bags. I don't want to take advantage of the fact she doesn't want to be home, but I will keep her as long as she will stay. What the hell is wrong with me? This young, sad but vibrant girl has me wrapped around her pinky finger, and I haven't even had sex with her. I keep trying to play it cool, but I have a feeling I am about to make a complete fool of myself. It's official Judson Banks is a fucking idiot.
CHAPTER 14
BLAKELY
Knocking.
I startle awake, jumping a few inches off my pillow. Oh my goodness, I fell asleep. That must be Judson. I stumble across the floor, hesitant to open the door still in my towel. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself before opening the door to peek out.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I fell asleep and well..." I explain while pulling my towel tighter around my body.
"Well, I honestly can't think of a better view." He smiles and walks into the kitchen, sitting down some grocery bags. I don't really want to take my eyes off of him. He looks so hot in his dark jeans, I could start drooling, and a gray t-shirt clings against his biceps. I decide to pick my jaw up off the floor and throw some clothes on. The feeling of his eyes on my back sends electricity inside of me. Igniting every sense of desire I had forgotten existed. I pull the french doors closed, intentionally leaving it cracked, peeking out at him.
I don't say anything, and neither does he. He glides across the floor to me and lifts his hand, gently grazing the edge of my jaw. My towel falls to the floor, and I am completely naked, but I don't care. Typically I am shy about my nakedness. I have never liked the feeling of being on display or completely exposed to another. He pushes my long wavy hair out of his way as we fall onto the bed. His mouth feels like fire on my chest. I can't get his shirt off as fast as I would like, but after what seems like an eternity, it pulls over his perfect hair, and I am more turned on than ever. The blaze in my chest moves down into my stomach as he glides into me. I am entirely consumed. His breath on my ear sends chills all over my body.
We are both at our climax, as he fills me with a few last pumps and wears my name on his breath. His lips connect with mine, but my whole entire body is numb. I roll into the sheet and look over to him. His eyes are closed, and of course, me being me, it comes out as quick as vomit.
"Was that too fast?"
"Way too fast, let's do it again." He laughs and rolls over onto me again, planting a soft kiss on my lips. We both erupt in laughter, and I pull my hands up to my face in embarrassment.
"Stop trying to seduce me. We gotta eat dinner." I motion to his pants on the floor, pushing him off of me.
He smiles the biggest grin and pulls them over his hips. I reach over and pull his t-shirt over my head.
"Um, did you? I mean, did we use?" I can seem to find the words I want to say. I didn't see it, and now I'm worried we weren't safe. Damn it, Blakely!
"You mean this?" He waves a used condom in the air, and honestly, I am so relieved. I wasn't even thinking of it. I'm glad he was responsible enough to remember. Now I am even more embarrassed. Dear God, I seriously should just stop talking.
"Thank you," I whisper. He just smiles and walks to the kitchen to toss our evidence. I follow close behind.
"Sit." He demands and points to the stool at the island.
"Bossy." I bark and do as I'm told, which doesn't often happen, so he better enjoy it.
"How were your meetings? You never talk about work."
"Not much to discuss, mostly boring business deals, and plans to expand." He pulls the steaks out of the grocery bag and onto a tray to take out to the grill.
"Expand what?" I ask. I don't know much about what he does.
"Just more investment properties. I am trying to move west. Right now, we just have properties on the East Coast."