So I Married a Rockstar

Chapter Seventeen

Ch.17: Blackmail

I felt like a complete tit when I woke up the next morning. Even an extra-long shower couldn't scrub away the shame, and as I was getting dressed, the delicious smell of fresh coffee wafted into my room, dashing any hope that Jude might have already left for the studio.

Since I didn't have a shift at the Swallow today, I had two options: I could cower in here until Jude left, and put off seeing him until he got home tonight, or I could hold my head high and face him now.

Sighing, I stared at myself in the mirror. My face was paler than normal, and my eyes were tired, but I didn't look as bad as I'd feared. I ran my fingers through my damp hair, combing out the tangles, and pinched my cheeks to bring out a little colour. I really couldn't be bothered with makeup right now.

"Don't be a pussy, Camden," I told my reflection. "You said what you said, now go out there and face it."

Steeling myself, I opened my bedroom door.

I found Jude in the kitchen, pouring coffee into two black mugs. The clothes that Elle and I had left strewn around the kitchen were now messily folded and stacked into piles on the barstools.

Jude grinned when he saw me, and there was a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

"Morning, Drunky-pants," he said. "I thought you could use this." He slid a mug across the counter towards me.

"Thanks." I wrapped my hands around it and breathed in that sweet, sweet caffeine.

"How are you feeling?" Jude asked.

"A little embarrassed," I admitted.

"Why? You were adorable."

"Even when I was practically begging you to fuck me on the rooftop?"

His grin widened. "Especially then."

"Oh, God," I groaned, and closed my eyes.

"That wasn't the dirtiest thing you said to me last night," Jude said.

"What?" My stomach started to churn. I remembered mumbling something as he carried me through the loft, but holy crap, I had no idea what I'd said.

Jude still had that shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "It was pretty entertaining, actually."

"What did I say?" I covered my face with one hand. "Scratch that, I don't want to know."

"I'm telling you anyway."

"Please don't."

Jude put down his coffee, and moved closer to me. For the first time I noticed that his curls were damp and he smelled all fresh and minty. He must have just got out of the shower, and I tried really hard not to think about him naked, water cascading over his head, beading on his muscles, sparkling against his tattoos.

I had it bad for this guy.

"You told me that you wanted me to lick you until you screamed," Jude said, his voice low and husky in a way that sent a bolt of raw heat through me. "You told me that you wanted me to fuck you so hard that you forgot your own name."

My mouth turned to dust and my hands trembled. "I still want that."

I didn't remember saying it, but I couldn't pretend it wasn't true. I wanted Jude like I'd never wanted anyone. I wanted to tear off his clothes and taste every inch of him. I wanted to suck him deep into my mouth and until he shouted my name.

Jude's phone buzzed on the counter, but he didn't look away from me. "You're very sober now, aren't you?" he said.

"Yes." I couldn't seem to get my voice above a whisper.