Jude
and Haven share a secret.
One he willingly hides and she tries to
forget, but it regardless, it has tied them together.
It's
not until their relationship is discovered that Haven has a choice to make
.
She
can pine for the man who walked away or choose a new path.
But secrets have a way of showing themselves,
making it difficult for Haven to let go... And when she does, can Jude live
with the consequences?
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Jude
I walked back into the garage and punched one of the big metal tool cabinets on
my way past. I sucked up the pain like a drug I couldn’t cope without. Why was
she here? There was something about her that was just so alluring. I couldn’t see
her without wanting to fall to my goddamn knees and worship her like she was a
queen amongst peasants.
Suck it up, you pussy! When did you acquire feelings?
Pushing away from the
doorframe at the back of the shop, I trudged outside in my heavy boots, kicking
rocks as I went. I cut off my emotions as soon as I was able. I struggled to handle
these kinds of feelings; they messed with my head and left me making bad
decisions. Decisions that screwed with friendships, families and futures. I
couldn’t have a future with her; it just wouldn’t be good for anyone.
Sitting at the bar stool, I pulled Haven between my legs and
moved my hands to run up her silky legs, stopping at the bottom of her tight
black skirt. Her arms came up and circled my neck as her head came down to my
face. My fingers teased the skin at the edge of her skirt as she pulled my
bottom lip into her mouth and sucked, tearing a growl from my throat. My
fingers stopped their progress and dug into the skin of her legs, pulling her
tighter to me and deepening the torturous kiss.
In response, her hands dropped to my shoulders, her nails
close to breaking the skin through my t-shirt while my fingertips ghosted over
the curve where her legs met her luscious ass. The tightly wound restraint I
had been keeping snapped, and I swiftly stood, picking her up. Her legs
instantly wrapped around my waist and I took a few long strides to the edge of
my workbench where I set her down, then pressed hard against her core and
ground my hips. Haven’s hands tugged at my shirt ripping it over my head as I
ran my rough hands higher and higher up her soft thighs until I hit the sweet
spot. She moaned just as my mouth came down, devouring her like the starving
man I was. She was my drug of choice. Her taste, touch and smell I just
couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I didn’t need it
either. Haven would always be exactly what I craved.
“Dude, snap out of it.” The
voice broke me out of my reverie and yanked me back to the present. Goddamn it,
I did it again. I’d been slipping into memories of Haven for weeks. I just couldn’t
get her out of my head. It was fucked up, messy and it left me in a piss-ass mood
for the rest of the day.
Why’d I have to fall for a girl I can’t have?
That’s how it always worked though, right? The guy loved the girl he couldn’t have.
Then the poor bastard pined for her for all eternity and was unable love anyone
like he loved her. He’d end up miserable and alone, simply because a
relationship would be selfish and do more harm than good to the people they
both loved. Scrubbing my hand down my face in an effort to wipe her from my
thoughts, I knew something had to give. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
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