Page 164 of Still Bruised
Jude shook his head. “Nope.”
He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Jude’s. “I’ll go get the pie and we can go up.” He paused at the door. “Or we could go back to your place, if you’d prefer.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” Jude said. “Although, my bedisbigger.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Foster whispered, smiling.
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Foster laid his hand on Jude’s thigh, incapable of not touching the man beside him. They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. The ride was rife with tension, the kind that already had Foster hard and aching. Sliding his hand over, his fingertips brushed against the outline of Jude’s hard shaft under his chinos. While he wanted to connect, it was something more than physical. He needed the intimacy they’d lost over the last weeks. Foster looked forward to holding Jude close in the warm silence that came after almost as much as the sex.
“I forgot to mention… you look nice tonight,” Foster murmured.
“Are you implying I didn’t look nice before?”
Foster scoffed and snuck a glance at Jude, who fought a smile.
“I’ve only seen you in your work clothes or sweats—or naked.” Foster looked back at the road. “Never dressed up.”
Jude glanced down at himself and back up. “This isn’t what I’d call dressed up.”
“Still,” Foster said. “Maybe you’ll let me take you out on a date and you can show me what youdocall dressed up.”
Foster snuck another glance, grinning to himself when he saw Jude fighting a smile.
“I’ve never been out on a date with a guy before,” Foster added.
“Me either.”
“Didn’t you once call me a rainbow babe in the woods? You acted mad that you might have to train me up.” Foster smiled. “And here you are, never been on a date with a guy and never had a boyfriend.”
“I’ve hadplentyof experience,” Jude said. “Just not the dating kind.”
“True.” Foster paused as he came to a four-way stop and searched for traffic. “Whereas I don’t.”
“You didn’t need much training,” Jude murmured.
Foster glanced his way again.
“Don’t gloat,”Jude said, humor in his tone.
“I wasn’t.”
Jude turned to him, capturing his gaze. “I can see you grinning over there.”
After Foster pulled through the intersection, he peeked at Jude again. He couldn’t take his eyes off him, craving the moment when he didn’t have to focus on anything else but Jude. Good thing they didn’t have to go far.
Jude caught him staring, his lips parting on a sigh.
Foster clenched the wheel, his knuckles going white. His cock swelled, his pants getting tighter by the second. While icy and harsh Jude had been an unexpected turn-on, seeing the other side to the coin was even better. He’d been let behind the walls—maybe not all the way, but enough to have hope.
Hope they might have something there after all.
Foster pulled along the curb half a block away from the shop, where he normally parked.
“You can park in the alley. Just don’t block the sidewalk,” Jude murmured.
Foster met his stare before pulling back out and parking next to the building. While it was something small, it was huge when it came to Jude. Another piece of that wall falling away.
