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  "Because I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you tonight," he says, and then his mouth is on mine, and his cock is pressing hard against my stomach, ready to go again. "You feel that?" he whispers, moving his lips over my ear. He thrusts his hips forward and grinds himself into me so I know exactly what he's talking about. "You've had me this hard all night. And now that I know how fucking good your tight little pussy feels, my cock is desperate to get back inside. You ready to spread your legs for me again, sweetheart?"

  I push my palms against his chest to raise him off of me. After he complies with a confused, furrowed brow expression, I roll over to my stomach, showing him what I want.

  "Fuck, Sadie," he groans, lowering and rocking his heavy body down on top of the length of mine. "When you were grinding your perfect ass against me on the dance floor, this was all I could think about. Taking you this way. Bending you over and shoving my cock in you until you scream my name."

  With both hands gripping my hips, he lifts my pelvis off the mattress, putting my ass in the air. His thick shaft presses between my legs, seeking my entrance before he shoves forward, filling me. After slowly retreating he plunges into me again.

  “Oh God," I cry out. "Fuck me harder, Jude."

  “Hell yes," he says, holding my hips so tight while pumping into me that I'll probably have bruises. I don't care as long as he doesn't stop.

  "Ohhh!” I moan into the sheets when my creamy walls clench around his length, trying to keep him buried deep inside me. "I'm so close. Please," I beg, needing the push to make it over the edge again. "I need...I need..."

  "I know what you need. And if you don't come on my cock…" he says, riding me like he's desperate for me. "I'll lick your pussy until you come on my tongue. Oh fuck! Never mind. I'm gonna eat you out either way."

  His words almost undo me, but when his hand slips underneath and cups me between my legs, I can't do anything but grab fistfuls of the bed comforter and moan through the explosion of pure bliss. I lay limply on my stomach, listening to Jude's deep masculine grunts until he fills me with another release.

  "That's it. Too good. Oh fuck, baby!"

  All one-hundred and seventy solid pounds of his muscular frame press me like a pancake into the mattress. Other than not getting any air, I don't have any complaints.

  "Jude...I can't breathe," I tell him and he scrambles quickly off of me.

  "Shit, sorry."

  My eyes refuse to open and my body isn't ready to move, so I stay still, unable to lose what is probably a ridiculously goofy smile.

  "Are you okay?" Jude asks after a few minutes.

  "Uh-huh."

  "You don't look okay."

  "This is just what thoroughly fucked looks like," I explain to him, making him chuckle.

  Jude's calloused palm caresses gently down my back before it cups my bottom, making me smile wider. I finally find the energy to turn my head to the side, so I can see him.

  "Sorry, but I can't keep my hands off of you," he tells me.

  "Good, I’m glad," I reply.

  "You say that now, but when I don't let you get any sleep tonight you might change your mind."

  "That's fine with me. If I fall asleep, you can just keep going and I'll catch up later."

  Jude shakes his head and chuckles before reaching down to take off each of my strappy shoes. "I'm not going to fuck you if you're unconscious."

  I roll to my side, so I can reach out and touch some of his perfection, or press my body against his again. His eyes go right to my breast before skimming lower.

  "Okay, I take that back. I'll try not to fuck you if you're unconscious, but I can't make any promises."

  Leaning down, Jude kisses me, slow and sweetly for so long I lose track of time. When he's ready for another round he sits up and pulls me on top of him until I'm straddling his lap and we're chest to chest. I still can’t believe this ridiculously sexy man wants me. Of all the women over the years that he could've easily slept with, he held out on them but couldn't resist being with me. I'm unable to stop my smile against his soft lips.

  "What are you smiling about?" he pulls back and asks with his own grin.

  "I can't believe you were a virgin."

  "Ugh. I shouldn't have told you," he mutters, burying his face in my hair and neck, making me squirm.

  "I wouldn't have ever known if you hadn't."

  "At least there's that."

  "Not that I have much experience."

  "Just the asshole from earlier?" he asks, placing kisses along the column of my neck. I nod in response.

  "He said I wasn't his first, but either way, sex with him was always awful."

  "Awful?" Jude laughs.

  "Yeah. His dick was really small, like half your size, and he'd barely put it in before he came every time."

  "I was wondering if that was true or if you were just trying to embarrass him."

  "Oh, it was definitely true and I wanted to embarrass him. The girl he dumped me for is such a slut. Sabrina's been with most of the guys in the senior class. Her parents are never home, so she invites them over to fuck. Ryder hated that my dad was strict and we didn't have many opportunities."

  "Yeah about your dad, I was thinking we probably shouldn't let him find out about us."

  "No kidding." I laugh. “He said tonight is it for letting me go out with you.”

  “Shit, he said that?” Jude asks.

  “Yep.”

  "Well fuck. Then don't think I'm avoiding you at the gym, because it won't be anything like that. It would probably just be easier to see each other and cause less drama if we ignore each other there, so he doesn't find out."

  "I agree." If he really wants to keep seeing me, which I still have a hard time believing he actually does, then I’ll do whatever it takes.

  "Good," Jude says before shoving his cock into me, making me gasp and tighten my legs around his back. With both hands on my bottom, he guides his thrusts into me. "Goddamn. I think this is my favorite position," he tells me, and then we're both busy trying to climb each other and deepen the penetration in each other's mouths and between our lower bodies. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on, never wanting to let go. I keep holding on even after we both find another release and Jude stands up and carries me to the bathroom.

  "What are you doing?" I laugh.

  "Taking a shower with you."

  "Oh no! I don’t want to get my hair wet or wash off all my makeup," I tell him. I didn't spend four hours getting ready to have it rinsed down the drain.

  "Don't worry. I just want to wash away some of the cum I've soaked you with, so I can eat your pussy," he replies with a nibble on my neck.

  "What?!" I exclaim.

  Still holding me, he turns on the shower faucet, then gives me a grin that would've melted my panties if I had any on. "I'm gonna tongue fuck you. You've been eaten out before, right?"

  "Ah, no."

  "Well fuck. High school boys are so goddamn selfish," Jude mutters, shaking his head. "I might've been a virgin, but my mouth's actually spent some quality time between a few women's legs."

  Oh no, I don't like that piece of honesty. Not. One. Bit.

  After a quick shower where my hair and makeup remain mostly intact, other than looking like I've been fucked, Jude lays me down on the edge of the bed and goes to his knees on the floor. When his lips touch my inner thigh, I squirm.

  "This might get intense, and if so, just relax. Don't try and hold back, okay?"

  "Um, all right," I agree, somewhat confused by what he means by that. Then his tongue swipes along my slit and my ass comes off the bed, trying to get away. Jude's strong arms yank me back down to his mouth. He starts licking out what I’m pretty sure is some sort of Morse code. I can't crack his secret message, but he must've been telling my pussy to freak the fuck out.

  "Aagh! Ohhh God! Oh fuck!" I yell obscenities and convulse like never before. My hands need something to hold on to as I shatter apart, and I find myself cradling Jude's
head while my thighs tighten, holding him in place to milk every single last drop of ecstasy out of his talented tongue. It's intense and amazing and I never want it to end.

  Two more orgasms later and I'm begging him to stop.

  "Please, Jude," I gasp between sobs. "Stop...I can't...OHHH!" The next orgasm is so strong it hurts. My body tries to hold me back from the edge of the cliff, but it's too powerful and I dive head first into pleasurable pain.

  I hear a phone ringing in the distance but don’t move because there’s not a working bone in my body. It sounds like a real phone that plugs into a wall, not a cell phone.

  Who has a wall phone nowadays?

  I blink my eyes open and remember we're in a hotel room. Jude's standing naked and panting with the phone against his ear.

  He barks out a laugh but tries to choke it off quickly. "I'm sorry. Nope, I promise no one is in pain or being murdered. Yes, we'll keep it down. Thanks."

  I groan and hide behind my arm thrown over my face, realizing that one of our room neighbors has called to report us, apparently because of the noises I've been making.

  Jude's still chuckling after he goes to the bathroom and then comes back and climbs on the bed.

  "It's all your fault," I tell him.

  "Hell yeah it is," he says with a smile full of masculine pride. "How's your throat? Need some water before you lose your voice?"

  "Ha-ha."

  He runs his hand through my hair, and twirls a lock around his fist. "How'd you lose all those curls?" he asks. "And wasn't your hair a lot darker?"

  "Ah, yeah. The lady that did it put some highlights in it and used a smoothing treatment on it, so it'll hopefully stay tame for a few weeks."

  "Contacts?" he asks, rubbing his fingertip along the slope of my nose.

  "Yep," I blink and squint. "And they're so dry I'm gonna have to take them out soon. I'll be right back," I say, rolling out of bed and taking a second to find some strength in my legs. I grab my purse from where it’d been tossed onto the floor and go to the bathroom to clean up and replace the contacts with glasses.

  When I return, Jude is stretched out on the bed, still naked, with his hands behind his head. Wow doesn't even begin to describe him.

  "Seeing you wearing nothing but the glasses is really hot," he tells me with a grin. "Why have you been hiding all this sexiness, Sadie? I had no idea you were so damn beautiful."

  I shake my head when I climb on the bed, and go straight for his semi-hard cock. I want to return the favor and distract him from my dorkiness. I'm like Cinderella, and now that it's past midnight I'm turning back into the awkward, unattractive, geeky tomboy.

  "Damn, Sadie," he groans when my lips seal around his length. I drag my tongue over his smooth, hardening flesh, moaning at the incredible feeling of him. "Mmm, God, yes."

  I look up at his face while I work to take him deeper. Jude's head is thrown back, his jaw clenched tight. Eventually he cracks one dark eye open and grins down at me. "You're killing me, baby. Let me...oh God...let me fuck you again."

  I nod my agreement and he moves lightning fast. Somehow he goes from stretched out on his back to standing beside the bed in a matter of seconds.

  Jude grips my hips tightly with both of his hands, pulling me to the edge of the mattress to sink in deep from behind.

  "Got to fuck you...can't get enough," he says as he pounds his cock into me like I'm being punished. And whatever my offense is, I want to do it over and over again to evoke this response from him.

  The next time I wake up I'm draped over Jude like a blanket, wrapped in his arms, the room in pitch black darkness. My stomach gives a growl against his and he shifts awake. "Hungry?" he asks, his voice raspy with sleepiness.

  "Uh-huh."

  "It's three-forty-five. You want to head to that early breakfast thing?"

  "Can we go naked?" I ask.

  "Hell no. It's bad enough everyone gets to see you in that damn dress."

  "I bet it'll be chilly, so I could probably use your jacket."

  "Deal," he agrees.

  I roll off of Jude and stretch my arms over my head. Happiness fills my body and soul like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm not sure how things are going to work out between the two of us once we leave the hotel and go back to the real world, but I'm trying not to worry about it now. I want to enjoy every second I have alone with Jude. But thinking about seeing him every day at the gym after being with him like this...I won't be able to stand going back to being invisible.

  Chapter Six

  Jude

  I reluctantly turn on the bedside lamp and pull my clothes back on while I wait for Sadie to dress in the bathroom. If I hadn't heard her stomach rumble with hunger I wouldn't even think of leaving this room anytime soon. I have to admit that I've worked up my own appetite. I never imagined sex could be so damn amazing, and now that I'd had a taste I'm a fiend for more. Maybe this is why my brother was with more women than he could count before he married Page. It's addictive, and now I'm hooked.

  Sadie comes back into the room with her dress on, hotter than fuck. She's smoothed her hair down but she still has that just fucked look to her, even with the sexy glasses. I hand her my tux jacket and she slips it on.

  "Ready?" I ask.

  "Yeah, sure." She grabs her tiny purse and sticks the room key inside it, then we're ready to go.

  The banquet room is packed with kids, mostly looking tired, hungover, or just fucked. After we fix a plate, mine piled high with pancakes, sausage, and eggs, we sit down with the group from the limo.

  "So, where've you two been?" the girl in the purple dress asks with a smirk.

  "Asleep," Sadie says, trying not to smile and failing.

  "Yeah, we were all asleep." The girl laughs.

  "Ryder's been bad mouthing you," one of the guys says.

  "I warned that sonofabitch not to say another word about her," I snap, looking around the room for the bastard.

  "Oh, he was talking shit about you, not her," the dude clarifies.

  "Well in that case, he can have at it," I respond. I will knock the shit out of that little bastard if I ever hear him speak to Sadie again. I've never wanted to hit someone so much in my life, and I fight for a fucking living.

  When everyone finishes eating we unfortunately have to head back to the limo that's waiting out in front of the hotel where it dropped us off. In just a few minutes we'll be back at Coach's house and I'll have to pull my shit together so he won't know I've been with his daughter.

  So many times I lost count.

  Which reminds me of how I ended up here with her to begin with. I make a quick pit stop in the bathroom to straighten up my formal wear in the mirror, trying to make it look like it hasn't spent the majority of the night on the hotel floor rather than on me before we leave.

  Once we climb into the limo, it pulls away from the hotel, all of us looking half dead. Unlike the last time we were in here, Sadie is curled up against my side and my arms are around her, my head resting on hers. It's surprising how much has changed between us in just a few hours. In a way I feel like I've been sucker punched, blindsided by how goddamn right it feels to be with this girl I've simultaneously known forever but has been hiding the whole time. Until last night.

  I feel like a prick for never noticing her until her extreme makeover, but now, it wouldn’t matter if she goes back to the brown, curly hair, thick glasses, and baggy clothes. I'd still see her. The way her beautiful smile lights up her face. The way she looks at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes like I'm responsible for world peace and curing cancer. The sweet sound of her giggles. And there's no way I can ever forget the familiar shiver every time she says my name with more warmth and reverence than anyone else ever has.

  When the limo comes to a stop, I figure we've arrived at our destination, Coach's house, but nope. We're sitting in the mostly empty parking lot of a twenty-four hour pharmacy.

  "I'll be right back," Sadie says before easing out of my arms.


  What the fuck? Is she sick or something?

  I jump out after her, but she turns around and tries to stop me.

  "You can just wait here."

  "No, I'm coming with you," I insist.

  Sadie opens her mouth and then closes it like she's going to argue some more, but finally bites her bottom lip and heads for the entrance.

  "Did you ask the driver to stop here?" I question her when we walk through the sliding glass doors.

  "Uh-huh."

  "Why?" I ask. "Are you okay?"

  "Just...please don't be pissed," she says, rounding the corner of the family planning aisle.

  "Why would I be pissed?" I ask in confusion. Then she grabs a box off the shelf. One that says, Plan B One-Step Emergency Contraception.

  Oh dear God.

  "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter as I stare at the box. Sadie turns and walks away toward the register, leaving me paralyzed in the damn "family planning" aisle. I just wanted to lose my virginity, I didn't want to start a fucking family with a girl that hasn't even graduated from high school yet!

  "Sadie, wait a second!" I yell, catching up with her. She stops but doesn't turn around, so I spin her by her shoulders until she's facing me. "What the hell were you thinking? You should've stopped me instead of letting me wrongly assume that you were on birth control!"

  "I didn't want you to stop," she says softly, looking at the ground instead of me.

  I jerk the box from her hands and read the back of it. "It's only ninety-five percent effective!" I exclaim, my voice sounding oddly higher than normal. "There's a five fucking percent chance I just knocked you up!"

  "I'm not...my period is due any day, so I won't...this is just to make sure."

  "Goddamn it, Sadie!" I'm so pissed I can't even see straight. I take the damn box up to the register, figuring paying for it is the least I can do if it's my only chance of not having a bastard child. This is what I get for losing my virginity to a fucking teenager.

  I cringe when I realize I said that last part aloud. Sadie walks out the automatic doors at the same time the clerk stops ringing up the old lady in front of me, so they can both stare at me. "She's eighteen!" I clarify before they call the police.