Pedal to the Metal

Chapter 14

Jude

My back pressed against the hallway wall as soon as I shut the door to my room. My breaths were quick and my d**k was hard. Seeing her through the glass surrounding my shower stole my breath. The water dripped down her skin, the curves that went on for days. Curves that made my mouth water like a dog begging for a steak.

It took every ounce of willpower to get out of that bathroom after setting the towels down. Every inch of my body was begging me to join her, to go in there and ravish her. To lick every inch of her body with my tongue until the only thing she knew was my name.

I couldn't get the way her creamy skin looked, I couldn't get the swell of her ass out of my mind, the way her hair hung down low on her back. I wanted to wrap it around my hands. I wanted to feel the softness of her lips on my neck. I wanted to feel her ass squeezed in my fingertips. I wanted so much that it nearly scared me. I wanted this woman, I wanted everything about her.

I felt my hand rub down my chest and stomach and pressed the bulge in my pants. I was going to have to take care of this. This was one I knew wasn't going to go away just from willpower.

I quietly made my way to the hallway bathroom and locked the door. Was I going to do this? I felt like a damn teenager going to beat his meat because he looked at a pretty girl. I mean, I am beating my meat, but she was more than pretty, she was sexy, delicious, she was what men's wet dreams are made of.

I pulled my length from my pants and leaned against the countertop. My head bowed and eyes closed imagining my siren. Imagining her on her knees in front of me. I could almost feel her plump lips wrapped around me.

I moved my hand up and down my length groaning at the touch. Moaning at the feel. Picturing her green eyes looking up at me. I started to thrust into my own hand, picturing the tears running down her face from my c**k hitting the back of her throat. I could damn near hear the sounds she'd make while choking down my length.

God, it was hypnotizing and she wasn't even here right now. My thrusts grew wild, my fist tightening even more.

My toes curled against the tile flooring and my d**k grew harder in my grasp. I felt the heat from the orgasm coat my body. My skin started to tingle and I felt my balls draw up and my c**k jerk in my hands.

“f**k, Meg, Jesus fuck.” I groaned as streams of c*m covered the sink. I have never felt that intensity, never felt that strong of an orgasm hit me before. I could only imagine what the real thing would feel like with her and not just what I conjured in my mind. I placed both hands on the sink and hung my head taking deep breaths to calm my raging body down.

With the sink cleaned and my pants back up on my hips, I sighed. I could only hope no one heard. I tapped a knuckle on the counter and decided to just step out into the hallway. It was quiet and there wasn't anyone around. So far I didn't see anyone but I made my way to the main room.

I saw Beckett was still sleeping and grabbed the throw blanket off the floor where he kicked it off and put it back on him. His soft snores filled the room and I quietly made my way back to my bedroom. I don't know why but I wanted to see her. No, I needed to see her.

Normally I would be tucking and running away from anything that resembled feelings but I wasn't lying before when I said I wanted more. I wasn't lying when I said I was bored and done with the partying and the drinking. I wanted more out of life. I wanted more for myself.

The door was cracked. I was sure I had shut it on my way out but maybe I didn't. I knocked softly on the frame and heard a quiet come in. Inside was a sight I never wanted to get rid of.

Meg was sitting on my bed with my t-shirt on. It had my number ‘38’ in big bold letters and my name across the back. Seeing her in my clothes and my number brought out a primal satisfaction in me. I wanted to roar with pride. This woman is mine. Mine! But we were civilized people so all I did was bite my lip and smirk.

She looked damn good in my clothes and on my bed. I knew right then I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she stayed in my bed every night.

“Hi,” she whispered. Her cheeks were pink and her lip was pulled between her teeth.

“I'm about to go to sleep. I wanted to check and make sure you don't need anything?” I said and she shook her head but she patted the bed next to her. I raised my brow at her and she flushed an even deeper shade of red.

“You don't have to sleep on the sofa.” she whispered and I made my way to her. She was looking everywhere but me and when I made it to her I gripped her chin with my fingers and tipped her head up. I pulled her lip out of her cheeks and her eyes were dilated.

“Tell me what you want?” I ordered and she gasped a bit. My voice was hard and gravelly. I knew what I wanted to hear but I wasn't going to do anything until she told me to.

“I want you to sleep here…” she said nervously but her eyes never left mine. She tried to bite her lip again which I noticed was her nervous habit. A rumble formed in my chest and she stopped.

“Let's get one thing straight. The only one who's going to be biting this lip from now on is me. Understand?” she nodded but I raised a brow again at her.

“I understand,” she said. She was breathless, aroused. I loved the sound of her voice.

“Are you sure you want me to sleep in the bed with you?” I asked to confirm and she shook her head. I pinched her chin harder.

“Yes. Please.” she sighed.

I walked to the closet and changed into a pair of boxers and climbed into the bed with her. Her eyes tracked my every movement like a hawk watching its prey.

I laid on my side and pulled her to me. She was on her back and looking up at me with those big green eyes. Eyes that were so expressive and said so much though her mouth was mute right now. I gently caressed her cheek and pushed a bit of her hair behind her ears.

“We go at your pace, Meg.” was all I said and she sighed and nodded as if relieved. I knew she was nervous. I knew she had a hard time trusting. Just thinking of what her ex put her through had my mood souring but having her here in the bed with me was like an anchor. She was keeping me in the present. Keeping me calm.

I kissed her forehead and her hand reached over and gripped my wrist.

“What if I don't want to go slow right now?” she asked and I had to blink a few times to make sure I heard her correctly.

This whole time she's been saying how she wants to go slow, she doesn't do relationships. But now is she asking what I think she is? Perhaps she's like me and even though we wanted to be slow, the pull between us is too much to ignore. Perhaps she, like me, can't imagine denying this chemistry between us. I wanted slow, too. I wanted to make sure this was what we both wanted but that plan went out the window the minute my lips touched hers earlier in the night. Now, slow is the last thing on my mind. What is on my mind right now is her. Claiming her, marking her as mine, making sure she knows whose woman she is. Mine.

I looked and saw her watching me. I couldn't tell what was on her mind but I was going to find out.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now Meg, because once I start, I don't think I'll be able to stop. Once I have you, there's no going back. do you understand?"

she nodded.

"Words." I commanded.

"I understand."

My last bit of restraint fled my body as I leaned down and took her lips with mine.