Boarded by Love
Page 71
Kissing me loudly on the lips, she leans against my chest and grabs my plate. “Can I eat this?”
“Sure,” I say, moving my hand along her thigh. “Give me a bite of that taco first.”
She smiles as she feeds me, and I can see Jayden making gagging faces, but I know he’s just jealous. The hottest girl ever is feeding me, and he has to use a fork. I’d be jealous too. We eat together, and when we’re done, I think we’re gonna relax, but soon she’s pulling me onto the floor to dance. I don’t mind it, I like to dance, but I don’t like the way people are looking at her. I know she’s sexy, I get that, but I don’t want people watching her all the damn time. It seems every time I turn my head someone is looking, and it is honestly driving me up the fucking wall. Jealously bubbles inside me and I hate that feeling. I shouldn’t be insecure, but I am. I don’t understand it, really. Wrapping my arms tighter around her waist, I pull her to me, hoping people know she is mine.
I mean, they have to know. Right?
Moving her fingers in my hair, she brings my face down so she can see me. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I answer.
I then turn her around, pressing her back to my chest, and she begins to move her ass against me. Bending over some, she puts her hands on her knees and starts to move her ass like a girl in a rap video. It’s beyond hot, but I can’t enjoy it because all I see are the guys staring at her, mouths parted and with wide eyes. It makes my blood boil, and I want nothing more than to take my poncho off to cover her up. I don’t think it’s what she’s wearing though; I think it’s just her. She’s insanely sexy and everyone wants a piece of her. I don’t like that. Not one fucking bit.
Thankfully the song turns to a slow one, and I turn her back around and wrap my arms around her as we slowly move to the music. Looking up at me, her fingers tickle my neck and a content little grin sits on her face. She really is so beautiful, and I should be flattered that everyone thinks my girl is hot, but for some reason I’m just jealous. Is it because I’m scared that she could leave me? I don’t know, but I don’t like the way I feel.
“Don’t lie to me again, Jude. Tell me what’s wrong,” she says against my cheek, and I let out a breath as my arms tighten around her.
“Nothing, baby. Let’s just dance.”
She moves her tongue along my jaw to my ear, and I take in a deep breath as she whispers against my ear, “Why don’t we take the party inside?” As she nibbles at my ear, my hands tighten at her waist and she says, “In your room, or maybe your bed, to be exact.”
Pulling back, she grins at me and I ask, “You’re done with the party already?”
“Yeah, I ate, I danced, I drank, now I want you to do nasty things to me.”
Grinning, since I’m always down to worship her sexy body, I nod. “All right, baby, let’s go.”
I take her hand in mine, and we make our way through the party. Reaching my room, I open the door and she walks in before me. I shut it behind me and she turns and says, “Make sure it’s locked.”
“Check,” I say, throwing off my poncho and locking the door. When I glance at her though, she’s not naked. Her hands are on her hips, her gaze locked on me. “What are you doing? Get naked.”
She shakes her head. “Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.”
“You tricked me!” I accuse and she doesn’t move.
“Oh, I plan to let you do what you want, but first I want to know what is wrong.”
Mimicking her stance, I say, “Nothing.”
“Liar. You lie to me again and I’m gone.”
I glare and she glares right back; she isn’t going to budge. I let out a breath, running my hand through my hair. “Fine. I don’t like people staring at you.”
“Huh?” she asks, her face twisted in confusion.
“I don’t like the way people stare at you, like they’re having sex with you. It pisses me off.”
“Why? That’s dumb. They can look all they want, but I’m not touching them, and they sure as hell ain’t touching me.”
Letting out another breath, I roll my eyes. “I get that, but it makes me mad.”
“Why, Jude? Do I get mad when girls stare at you, or better yet, when they hit on you? No, I saw it over and over again tonight, and all I did was sit back and trust that you’re not going to fuck around on me.”
I look away and nod. I know she’s right, but it still doesn’t ease my jealousy. “I’m jealous. That’s all I can say.”
She smiles as she comes toward me, stopping in front of me. “Okay, Jude, and that’s fine, but you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”
Reaching up, she runs her fingers along my lips, in a intoxicating way. “I don’t want to be needy and stupid, but for some reason, when it comes to you, I think I am.”
“You’re not, I promise. This is new. We’re both learning how to do this, but we have to remember and trust that neither of us is going to screw the other over.”
“You’re right.”
“I know, now stop all this and remember that I love you and would never ever get with anyone else but you…and Justin Timberlake.”
I laugh as I grip her hips, bringing her against me. “Sorry, babe, no JT. You are all mine.”
When she grins and reaches for my face, I think she’s going to cup my face or something but instead, she quickly pulls off my mustache. It feels as if she ripped off my real mustache, and I holler out as she laughs. “Sorry, can’t kiss you with that damn thing on your face. It’s itchy.”
“You took my face with it!”
“Oh, I did not, you drama queen. Come here,” she says, pulling my mouth down to hers. Kissing her, my heart pounds against my chest, and I find it hard to form a coherent thought. This girl is so fucking hot, and my God, I can’t get enough of those succulent lips.
Parting, our breathing is labored as beautiful lust swirls in her blue eyes. Leaning against me, she whispers against my lips, “Make love to me, Jude.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
Grinning at me, she presses her lips to mine again. I hold her tight as our mouths almost dance together. She moves one way, I go the other, our mouths in perfect unison. Her body then molds to mine, and I know that I have nothing to worry about. She isn’t going anywhere. She loves me.
“Sure,” I say, moving my hand along her thigh. “Give me a bite of that taco first.”
She smiles as she feeds me, and I can see Jayden making gagging faces, but I know he’s just jealous. The hottest girl ever is feeding me, and he has to use a fork. I’d be jealous too. We eat together, and when we’re done, I think we’re gonna relax, but soon she’s pulling me onto the floor to dance. I don’t mind it, I like to dance, but I don’t like the way people are looking at her. I know she’s sexy, I get that, but I don’t want people watching her all the damn time. It seems every time I turn my head someone is looking, and it is honestly driving me up the fucking wall. Jealously bubbles inside me and I hate that feeling. I shouldn’t be insecure, but I am. I don’t understand it, really. Wrapping my arms tighter around her waist, I pull her to me, hoping people know she is mine.
I mean, they have to know. Right?
Moving her fingers in my hair, she brings my face down so she can see me. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I answer.
I then turn her around, pressing her back to my chest, and she begins to move her ass against me. Bending over some, she puts her hands on her knees and starts to move her ass like a girl in a rap video. It’s beyond hot, but I can’t enjoy it because all I see are the guys staring at her, mouths parted and with wide eyes. It makes my blood boil, and I want nothing more than to take my poncho off to cover her up. I don’t think it’s what she’s wearing though; I think it’s just her. She’s insanely sexy and everyone wants a piece of her. I don’t like that. Not one fucking bit.
Thankfully the song turns to a slow one, and I turn her back around and wrap my arms around her as we slowly move to the music. Looking up at me, her fingers tickle my neck and a content little grin sits on her face. She really is so beautiful, and I should be flattered that everyone thinks my girl is hot, but for some reason I’m just jealous. Is it because I’m scared that she could leave me? I don’t know, but I don’t like the way I feel.
“Don’t lie to me again, Jude. Tell me what’s wrong,” she says against my cheek, and I let out a breath as my arms tighten around her.
“Nothing, baby. Let’s just dance.”
She moves her tongue along my jaw to my ear, and I take in a deep breath as she whispers against my ear, “Why don’t we take the party inside?” As she nibbles at my ear, my hands tighten at her waist and she says, “In your room, or maybe your bed, to be exact.”
Pulling back, she grins at me and I ask, “You’re done with the party already?”
“Yeah, I ate, I danced, I drank, now I want you to do nasty things to me.”
Grinning, since I’m always down to worship her sexy body, I nod. “All right, baby, let’s go.”
I take her hand in mine, and we make our way through the party. Reaching my room, I open the door and she walks in before me. I shut it behind me and she turns and says, “Make sure it’s locked.”
“Check,” I say, throwing off my poncho and locking the door. When I glance at her though, she’s not naked. Her hands are on her hips, her gaze locked on me. “What are you doing? Get naked.”
She shakes her head. “Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.”
“You tricked me!” I accuse and she doesn’t move.
“Oh, I plan to let you do what you want, but first I want to know what is wrong.”
Mimicking her stance, I say, “Nothing.”
“Liar. You lie to me again and I’m gone.”
I glare and she glares right back; she isn’t going to budge. I let out a breath, running my hand through my hair. “Fine. I don’t like people staring at you.”
“Huh?” she asks, her face twisted in confusion.
“I don’t like the way people stare at you, like they’re having sex with you. It pisses me off.”
“Why? That’s dumb. They can look all they want, but I’m not touching them, and they sure as hell ain’t touching me.”
Letting out another breath, I roll my eyes. “I get that, but it makes me mad.”
“Why, Jude? Do I get mad when girls stare at you, or better yet, when they hit on you? No, I saw it over and over again tonight, and all I did was sit back and trust that you’re not going to fuck around on me.”
I look away and nod. I know she’s right, but it still doesn’t ease my jealousy. “I’m jealous. That’s all I can say.”
She smiles as she comes toward me, stopping in front of me. “Okay, Jude, and that’s fine, but you have nothing to worry about. I’m all yours.”
Reaching up, she runs her fingers along my lips, in a intoxicating way. “I don’t want to be needy and stupid, but for some reason, when it comes to you, I think I am.”
“You’re not, I promise. This is new. We’re both learning how to do this, but we have to remember and trust that neither of us is going to screw the other over.”
“You’re right.”
“I know, now stop all this and remember that I love you and would never ever get with anyone else but you…and Justin Timberlake.”
I laugh as I grip her hips, bringing her against me. “Sorry, babe, no JT. You are all mine.”
When she grins and reaches for my face, I think she’s going to cup my face or something but instead, she quickly pulls off my mustache. It feels as if she ripped off my real mustache, and I holler out as she laughs. “Sorry, can’t kiss you with that damn thing on your face. It’s itchy.”
“You took my face with it!”
“Oh, I did not, you drama queen. Come here,” she says, pulling my mouth down to hers. Kissing her, my heart pounds against my chest, and I find it hard to form a coherent thought. This girl is so fucking hot, and my God, I can’t get enough of those succulent lips.
Parting, our breathing is labored as beautiful lust swirls in her blue eyes. Leaning against me, she whispers against my lips, “Make love to me, Jude.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
Grinning at me, she presses her lips to mine again. I hold her tight as our mouths almost dance together. She moves one way, I go the other, our mouths in perfect unison. Her body then molds to mine, and I know that I have nothing to worry about. She isn’t going anywhere. She loves me.
