Page 67 of The Huntress and Her Hound

“Good morning to you, too,” I snap, shaking my head. “But I told you I was going out with Sarah.” As the words leave my lips, Jude lifts his head, curiously watching me.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that included a slumber party?”

“Because I’m almost thirty years old, asshole,” I answer him, catching my breath as Jude’s hand glides under the covers, running up the top of my thigh. I glare at the wicked grin on his face.

“Yeah, well, get home. We’re going house hunting today.” The sharpness in his tone tells me he’s still obviously pissed about whatever happened with Jude.

“Who all is going?” I ask, trying to sound more curious than annoyed.

“Us.”

Ugh. My eyes catch Jude’s gaze, and fear pummels my chest. Honestly, I’m terrified to leave his presence. For the last twelve hours, I’ve felt normal. No voices. No breakdowns. Well, other than the thought of having to leave him. But definitely no urge to kill anyone.

Except my brother, maybe.

“Is there anyone else you’d like to take?” Henry asks, his question almost sounding a little accusatory.

“No.” But I hesitate after that. I do have lunch plans today, and after my brother mentioning something about the Black Widow being on the dark web, it’s pertinent I figure out what the fuck is going on.

But at least the stalker is figured out.

Except...

He hasn’t once mentioned the Black Widow or murder to me. In fact, he doesn’t seem to act any different toward me at all. Seeds of doubt penetrate my thoughts in the moment, but I brush it off. I just need to meet with Liam and see where the city is at. Then, I’ll make a plan for where to go from here—and do whatever it takes to keep Jude close enough to keep the voices away, but far enough he doesn’t find out anything more about me.

Right now, he wants me... But if he found out the truth...

“Cher?” Henry snaps in my ear.

“Sorry,” I mutter, blinking rapidly as I realize I zoned out on Jude’s face. “We can go after lunch.”

“Fine. I’ll meet you at two.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Bye,” I snort, hanging up. I toss the phone onto the covers and run my hands over my face. “He’s going to kill you when he finds out.”

Jude chuckles. “I think we already established that.”

“What did you tell him?” I ask, carefully approaching the situation. “That you were stalking me?”

“For the record,” he grabs my waist and pulls me onto him, leaving me to straddle his erection. “I wasn’t stalking you in a way to scare you.”

I furrow my brow—and then decide to take the shot. “So what were the texts for then?”

“What?” The genuine look of confusion answers everything. I’m wrong about the identity of the unknown sender. “What texts?”

“The ones that led to the alley,” I lie, playing it off. My breath hitches as he grinds against me, my pussy growing wet at the motion.

“I just wanted to keep you in line,” he rasps as I rock back, a burst of pleasure following the sway of my hips. He frees my mind to explore with unabandon and without shame. I never want it to stop, especially as his face darkens. “These need to come off.” He reaches forward and tears through the fabric of my underwear.

I gasp at the movement but lift my hips enough to let him rid himself of his boxer briefs. When I sit back down, it’s flesh against flesh, and I soak his shaft as I straddle it long ways.

His hands land on my hips, and he rocks me back and forth, my pussy stroking the length of his cock. “Go ahead,” he instructs, dropping his hands to my thighs. “Make yourself come.”

I don’t know if I can.

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