Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (89 page)

I try and take deep breaths, letting everything that he’s just said sink in. I’m slightly comforted knowing that in the event of a change, I have one of the most brilliant interior designers at my disposal to ensure that everything looks as it should. But I can’t deny that I really wanted to get married outside. It’s why I picked Beaver Creek—because it’s special to us and because I knew that it would be beautiful.

“Jude…” I whisper, needing him to tell me that it’ll all be all right, but not sure how to ask such a thing without sounding as though I’m breaking my promise. Again.

“Sweetheart, I’d marry you anywhere. Today you will become Mrs. Judah St. Michaels—that’s all I care about. That’s all that matters.”

I nod before I try rolling around to face him. He allows me to move, and just the sight of his dark, grey eyes brings me all the peace and reassurance I need.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” he murmurs without hesitation.

I slip my arms around his neck, pressing my body flush against his.

“I love you, too.”

“I want you to do something else for me,” he says, grabbing hold of the back of my neck with one hand while he traces his fingers down my spine with the other.

“Okay,” I breathe.

“I want you to wear a plug today.”

My mouth falls open in surprise. I wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“I didn’t pack my—”

“I brought them,” he interrupts. “And the lube. When you leave this room, I want you filled up and thinking of
me
. I want you to ache for me when I’m nowhere to be found. I want you so turned on, you don’t have another care in the world all day. And when you agree to be
mine
—my
wife
—I want you to say the words knowing that I’m the only man who will ever be able to satisfy your craving; I’m the only man who will ever bring you the pleasure you seek; I’m the only man capable of loving you the way you deserve.”

I don’t know how he does it—after all this time, I can’t explain how it’s possible—but I’m wet just listening to him. Even without the plug, even without his coaxing touch, in this moment, my need for him is so great that I can hardly think straight.

“Okay,” I agree with a nod, wanting to please him—wanting to give him whatever he desires—wishing to be the
best
bride I can be for him.

He presses a firm kiss against my lips in response before he starts to climb out of bed.

“Don’t move,” he instructs.

I admire his naked backside as he strides confidently toward his bag. It doesn’t take him long to rummage through his things in order to find what it is he’s after. My gaze drops to his hands as he returns, a bottle of lube in one hand, my largest gold plated plug in the other. He tosses them onto the bed before throwing the covers off of my body. He then grabs hold of my legs, dragging me toward him. Lifting my hips off the bed, he hooks my knees over his shoulders. He slides his hands under my back, steadies me, and then licks his way up my slit. I squirm a little and he reaches around and grabs hold of one of my breasts, squeezing me hard as if in warning.

A moan slips from my lips, my hips rolling of their own accord, wanting
more
. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucks it into his mouth. I reach up and grab hold of my other breast, needing to relieve the ache I feel there. With my other hand, I feel my way up his arm, holding onto him as he continues to swirl his tongue between my entrance and my clit, sucking and nibbling to his heart’s content. He groans when he pushes his tongue inside of me, and I can feel it as I grow even more aroused.

“Mmmm, Judah,” I sigh, grinding my hips against his mouth. I free a whimper, caught between my longing to find my release, and my desire to bask in the ministrations of his tongue for as long as humanly possible.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone husky, his deep voice
felt
against my slick lips before he sucks on my clit once more.

I arch my back and close my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to his affection. My orgasm blooms, and the warm sensation that emanates from my core feels amazing.

Before I can recover, Jude lowers me from off of his shoulders and turns me over. He then grabs my hips, pulling me onto my knees. I cry out when I feel his tongue again. He licks from my slit all the way to my ass. I suck in a breath, loving just how turned on that makes me. Then, when I feel a drop of lubricant followed by the gentle caress of his finger, I can’t help but groan as I push back against him.

“Are you my wild bride? Hmm? Do you want me in this ass?”

“Oh, Jude—
yes
,” I mutter thoughtlessly, my only desire being for
more
. “Yes—Jude,
yes,
” I groan as he pushes two fingers inside of me. He pumps them slowly, torturously, and it feels sensational. “
Please
,” I beg, not even fully aware of what I’m begging for. I’m so lost in lust, I feel high. High on Judah. High on the man who has promised me
forever
.

When he pulls his fingers free, I feel like I might cry, my body now desperate for my next release. Before I know it, I feel the tip of my butt plug at my back entrance. I push against it, relaxing as I welcome the intrusion. I want it. I want it
all
. I want
everything
that Judah gives me. Always.

“Fuck. Such a good girl,” he says with a growl, palming my ass.

I wiggle under his touch, still craving more. I want to feel him all over. I want him
everywhere
.

“Jude—I need you,” I moan, praying that he doesn’t leave me like this. I’m far too turned on. I’ll
die
if he leaves me like this. “
Please
,” I beg breathlessly, suddenly terrified of his next move.

“On your back, Teddy. Show me that pussy.”

I don’t waste any time turning over, laying before him with my knees bent and my legs spread wide. I know I’m a dripping mess right now. I can feel my swollen clit as my eyes roam over the delicious man in front of me. For a fraction of a second, my lust makes way for one extraordinarily wonderful thought.

This man—this man is going to be my
husband!

“I can’t wait to marry you,” I blurt out.

He crawls over me, propping himself up on his forearms as his chest grazes mine. He then brings his mouth a breath away from my lips before he whispers—“You belong to me, Miss Fitzpatrick. Soon, you’ll have the name to prove it.” Just as his last words are spoken, he slides his dick inside of me, filling me up completely. My jaw falls open as I try and manage a breath. He’s quick to sweep his tongue through my lips, stealing a kiss.

He kisses me deeply as he rolls his hips slowly, and I’m so overwhelmed. With every thrust, I feel his possession of me; I feel his
protection
over me; I feel his commitment to me; but most of all, I feel his
love
for me. My heart is full, and I’m insanely happy. As I kiss him back with all the passion I can muster, I hope he understands just how much he means to me.

My everything.

My forever.

I circle my arms around him, holding him tight against me, wishing to remain locked with him. Somewhere, in the back of my head, I remember that it’s our wedding day; that because it’s our wedding day, we can’t stay in bed all morning—and yet, I don’t care what time it is; I don’t care how much needs to be done; and I certainly don’t care about the snow. All I want is him.

Just him.

Just us.

“Theodora,” he groans, moving his hips a little faster. “Goddammit, I belong to you.”

As he says the words, he looks right into my eyes, and it’s all I can do not to come completely undone. I blink away my tears, reaching up to bury my fingers in his hair. I try to find the words to express what I feel, but there are none—so I let my body speak for me.

“
Judah…
”

“Now, Teddy—
now
.”

I come at his command, my whole body trembling as I clamp down around him. He roars as he thrusts into me forcefully, my insides pulling forth his release. When he is spent, he relaxes his weight on top of me, and I hold him close.

We lay together, neither of us speaking, until we’re interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Not two seconds later, my phone begins to ring—then Judah’s, followed by another loud knock on the door. Without pulling out of me, Judah reaches for his phone on the nightstand, swiping his finger across the screen to answer.

“Hello?” he grumbles, looking down at me. He listens, nods, then presses a quick kiss to my lips. “She’ll be out in five minutes.”

He doesn’t say goodbye before he hangs up, and then he kisses me once more.

“Ben?”

“Geoffrey,” he says with a smirk. “It’s time for us to get up.”

“Shit. Did you really just tell them five minutes?”

“Yes,” he chuckles, pulling out of me. “Better hurry.”

We both get out of bed to throw ourselves together. By the time I’ve cleaned up a little from our love making, brushed my teeth, and tossed my hair up into a messy bun, my five minutes are up. Another round of loud knocking starts up again, and I grumble as I get dressed in a pair of leggings and a button-down shirt. I slip my feet into my Toms, and grab my bridal-necessity bag before hurrying to the door.

Harper is standing in the hallway, two cups of coffee in her hands. Geoff is right behind her, sipping at his own cup. He lifts his eyebrows at the sight of me as Harper scoffs.

“Swear to god, you’re the only bride who looks freshly fucked the morning of her wedding. Come on, bitch. Get your tatted ass out here. We’ve got shit to do. And did you know it’s fucking snowing?”

I snatch the extra coffee from her hand, knowing that I’ll need it, and take a large sip. I scrunch my nose when all I get is hot chocolate and she laughs at me, switching our cups. I take another sip, the taste of the brew making me
happy
before turning back in search of my groom. I miss him already. When he begins to cross the room, making his way toward me, a rush of giddiness fills my chest.

“Have fun,” he tells me.

“You, too. I’ll see you at the alter.”

He bends down to kiss me, tapping my ass when he pulls away, reminding me that I’m still full. “I’ll be waiting,” he tells me.

I blush as he winks at me.

He’s not the only one
.

Two Years Later

I
’m locking down my computer for the day when I sense a presence in my space. Looking up, I see Logan leaning against the doorframe, a big smile on her face.

“I just heard the big news. I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“Thank you,” I reply, standing to my feet. “I’m heading home to tell Teddy now.”

“I bet she’ll be excited—I’m excited for you. For the both of you. I’m glad you have someone to embark on this new adventure with you.”

I nod, slipping into my suit jacket. Truth be told, I’m not sure how Teddy will take the news. I’m sure a part of her will be excited because she’ll be excited for
me
. That’s who she is; that’s the kind of wife she’s proven to be—one who is proud of what I do; one who celebrates my accomplishments often.
This
is definitely an accomplishment worth celebrating. And yet, I’m also aware that it will mean a great change for the both of us.

I haven’t told her about this particular business venture. It’s not that I intended to keep secrets from her, I just didn’t see the point in discussing something that might not come to pass. She’s aware that I’ve had aspirations of expanding Eddalyn’s Interiors, but to what extent was never discussed in detail. Now, things are beginning to fall into place, and our relocation is soon to be a reality.

“You’ll be missed, you know.”

I stop what I’m doing, looking at her intently. I’m not sure when it happened, but Logan Holloway has become more than my star pupil. I guess, somewhere along the line, all her talk of being
friends
stuck somehow. I suppose Teddy probably played a part in it, as well. The two of them get along famously. It doesn’t happen often, but at their insistence, we’ve all gone out a few times over the last couple of years—Logan, Roman, Teddy and me. And while I can admit that I’ll miss seeing Logan’s fine work on a daily basis, I’ll still be around from time to time.