Page 81 of Burning for Alexander
Simone nodded, and my cousin Cami’s big doe eyes flicked back and forth between all of us.
“And then,” my cousin Wolfe added softly, “you’re going to spend the rest of your life wanting someone you can’t have.”
“Harsh,” I said, clapping Wolfe on the shoulder. I tried to lighten the mood, if only to distract everyone from his comment. Most of us knew that Wolfe had fostered a crush on Trace Bishop for years. But Trace was one of Wolfe’s father’s best friends and at least twenty years Wolfe’s senior. That dream wasn’t ever going to come to fruition. “But Jett would deserve it from all the poor boys whose hearts he’s probably inadvertently stomped on over the years. Right, Jett?”
“Hey, they know the deal when they invite me up, right?” He winked at me, but I could see the understanding in his expression for our sweet cousin.
We continued to joke around until Mattie and her new husband finally showed up. And then our family did what we were best at—giving people love and hell at the same time.
Judd was strangely quiet the rest of the weekend, but I assumed the conference had taken more of his time and attention than he’d expected. I remembered one of his early rules: work came first.
Which made sense. Not only did I never want to come between him and his career, but I also didn’t want him to come between me and mine. And while I cared a hell of a lot about Judd Kincaid, Timber was my priority. I was proud of the work I was doing there and eager to get back to it.
But when I did get back to Legacy and found Judd Kincaid standing in the back lot of Timber, waiting for me, all of those thoughts about priorities went out the window.
“Ask me up to your place, Firebug.”
My heart took flight in my chest. “What about Tavo?”
“Tell Tavo you’ll keep his secret if he’ll keep yours.”
There was something odd in his expression. His words were teasing, but his eyes weren’t. He looked bothered by something. Or maybe just tired.
“Yeah. Come on up,” I said.
Thankfully, Tavo wasn’t home. He’d been over at Lennon’s place to help with some ranch work, and chances were, he was staying over anyway. Rosie had started keeping a guest room ready for him anytime he wanted a hot meal and a quiet night at their place.
After a quick tour, I led Judd into my bedroom and closed the door.
“How was your conf—nngh!”
His mouth crushed mine as his arms came around me, holding me tighter than he ever had before. My back hit the door with a thump, and I nearly tripped over my heels.
I sucked in a breath and let it happen. Being mauled by Judd Kincaid was no hardship, and I was here for it in every way.
And what followed wasdefinitelya mauling. Within moments, I was naked and face down on my bed with Judd’s cock buried inside me.
It was hot as fuck.
I could barely catch my breath. My dick was so hard I couldn’t think. And Kincaid’s voice in my ear mumblingmine, along with various expletives, like a rough, growly chant, tipped me over the edge.
I came embarrassingly fast, and as soon as I cried out, Judd pulled out and flipped me over, shoving back inside of me while kissing me hungrily on the lips.
He whimpered into my mouth as he came but never stopped kissing me. By the time we were done, I felt like I was a Mentos dropped into a bottle of soda and shaken.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he said, tucking his face into my neck. The words sounded desperate and strange.
I hugged him. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’re back.”
Even though we were both now covered in a variety of ick, I continued to hold him close and rub his back until I felt his body relax further.
“You okay?” I asked.
He pulled back and met my eyes, except he seemed to be looking into my fucking soul. “I am now, yeah.”
Was this how Judd was after a weeklong break from someone he cared about, or were these remnants of fear left from the man who broke his heart?
Either way, my plan was to reassure him and be there for him without pressing him to tell me more. We’d only just started this thing between us—hell, we hadn’t even had our real date yet—and I didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.
