Page 166 of Still Bruised
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” Jude said, smiling.
“I knew from the guys who do it that it must feel good—but I had no idea,” Foster said.
Jude chuckled. “Just remember who the bottom is in this relationship.”
Foster smiled at the acknowledgement that they were in a real, live relationship and not the no-strings of the past. “Oh, I know what my role is here. My dick belongs to you.”
Jude’s smile faded. “We’ve moved past repayment.” He looked away. “I’m sorry I did that to you.”
“I’m not,” Foster said. He nudged Jude’s chin around forcing his gaze back. “It brought us here.”
A hint of a smile spread Jude’s lips.
“In that moment, you needed that from me,” Foster said. “You can have whatever you need, whenever you need it.”
“My golden retriever, happy for any scrap of love I toss his way, willing to give it back ten-fold.”
Jude’s eyes suddenly got wide, and Foster sensed it was the use of the word love that had fallen from his lips. Jude’s body tensed, his breathing growing tight.
“Don’t freak out on me now,” Foster said. “You’re okay.”
“I didn’t mean… that I… love you,” Jude said, panic clear in his eyes. “Just so we’re clear.”
“I know,” Foster said. “You can have loving feelings for someone and not bein love.” Yet.
It was too late for Foster. He’d already fallen.
Maybe one day he’d tempt Jude to do the same, once he felt safe enough to do it.
Jude looked away, swallowing. “I do have feelings for you,” he said, his voice low. “Strong feelings.”
“I know,” Foster murmured, brushing a hand through Jude’s hair.
Jude’s gaze whipped up to his. “And someday… I might…”
“It’s okay,” Foster whispered.“Somedayis fine.”
Foster deserved betterthan Jude’s someday. He loved Foster. He knew it down to his bones, but he’d already crossed so many boundaries that night that one more was simply too much. Seconds after the word had fallen from his lips, he’d wanted to reel it back. Too bad Foster had been paying too close attention.
He might not be ready to say the words, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel them. Resting his head on Foster’s shoulder, he hid his face a little while, allowing his heart and mind to calm. At some point, he drifted off, the turkey coma finally hitting. The next time he woke, Foster slid from the bed and padded naked to the bathroom.
Jude heard a pained groan and frowned. When Foster appeared a few seconds later, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, Jude chuckled.
“You think it’s funny, hmm?”
“Can’t pee?”
Foster sighed. “I did. Just barely.”
As soon as he got back into bed, Jude slid closer. “I could help you take care of that.”
Foster smiled before stealing a kiss. “I hoped you might.”
Jude grabbed the back of Foster’s head and kissed him deep.
“I’ve been thinking about that big dick of yours inside me all night,” Jude said.
Foster rolled to his knees and crawled between Jude’s thighs without another word. He bent Jude’s knees back, spreading him wide. With the flash of a tongue, he licked a heated path around Jude’s hole, already puckering and gaping. All it took was a few mental pictures of Foster fucking him for his hole to open a little.
