Another Man's Treasure (11 page)

Jude stood up, wiped a tear from his cheek and walked back to his truck. He drove back home, hoping Ross had the proof he needed. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the office.

“Janice, it’s Mr. Delaney. I won’t be in the office Monday or Tuesday. Please forward all my work via email. Postpone my meetings and reschedule my conference with acquisition team for Wednesday. Thanks.”

Jude arrived back home, changed his clothes quickly and headed for the basement, still furious. He jumped on the rowing machine and began to row with such intensity he could have crossed Joshua’s Pond in seconds. Working up a good sweat, he moved on to the treadmill and began to run at such a pace that he finished 5 miles in 25 minutes. He moved on to pushups, sit ups, working his abs…anything to work off his anger. 

Two hours later, exhausted and soaking wet with sweat, Jude took a long hot shower and went into his study. He checked his email and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Ross had forwarded documents and their conversation
s. Financial records, police reports, you name it.  One thing at the very bottom of the message concerned Jude. A footnote from Ross.

             
Jude, it is all here, EXCEPT the telephone recordings and

             
video ta0">ont sizpes. Those came up missing. I will keep searching.

Remember, I need to get this verified, but here’s a heads up for you. ~Ross.

Jude quickly replied.

Ross, fuck. What tapes and recordings?? Get on that ASAP! Protect Miranda at ALL COSTS! ~Jude

Jude printed out all the documents and placed them in his briefcase. He crossed to the living room and turned on the television for a distraction, but his mind continued to race. As he flipped through the channels, he thought back to the last conversation he’d ever had with David.

“You fucking punk!” David screamed in Jude’s face. “What

did you do to my sister? I should kill you where you stand!”     

“David, dude…calm down! I didn’t DO anything to Mandy.

We made love…I love her!” Jude shook loose from David’s grip.

“You stay away from her
, Delaney. You’re a no-good shit.

She deserves better than the likes of you!” David yelled and gave Jude a hard shove.

Laughing, Jude spat, “ME? You call me a punk? You stand here all high, mighty and righteous and say I’m no good? The great David Jones! The biggest drug dealing, moonshine distributor in the area! Does Mandy know the truth about how your parents died, David? Does she know it was your drug deal gone badly?”  

David swung and connected with Jude, knocking him to the ground.  Standing over him, he glared down. “She will never believe you over me. If you say one word, I will kill you. You got that, Jude? I have the connections to carry out the threat. Think about it.”

Shortly after that, Miranda had left for California. Shaking his head, Jude mumbled to himself.

“After 10 years, all of my looking and searching for you, you land back in Willow and in my life. My missing puzzle piece…My Miranda.”

Jude picked up his phone. “Sweetheart, how’s dinner coming along? How about I give you a hand with that salad?  I’ll be there in 20 minutes…kisses baby.”

***********

Miranda heard Jude pull into the driveway and opened the door.  She gave him barely enough room to slip past her and pressed her body against him.

“Good thing I showered and dressed early.”

Jude sat the two bottles of wine on the counter and turned back toward Miranda. He grabbed her and pulled her close to kiss her lovely lips. Kissing lipv>

Damn, I love her red hair. 
Miranda had her arms around Jude’s neck and ran them down his thick shoulders.

“Mmmmm, I love the taste of your lips.”

“Are you hungry, Jude? I hope so. I made enough to feed an army.” 

“Oh, I am plenty hungry,” Jude said, looking deep into her eyes while a smile played across his lips. Miranda batted her eyes as her hands reached down to squeeze his ass. They both started laughing and Miranda started the salad as Jude poured the wine.

“Why Mr. Delaney, I do declare, y’all gonna make me blush.” 

“How was your day, Jude?” Miranda looked up from the salad and saw Jude staring at her.

“Eventful, Mandy. Let’s talk after dinner. I can’t wait to see if you can really cook.”

Miranda winked at him and a devilish smile crossed Jude’s face.

“Oh, darlin’, I can cook…in more rooms than the kitchen.”

After dinner, Jude grabbed the second bottle of wine and followed Miranda to the living room to relax on the couch.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jude?”
Miranda teased.

He pulled her close and ran his hand over her breasts.

“I don’t have to get you drunk, Mandy. I can feel your desire.”

Jude lowered his head and kissed Miranda’s neck. She tilted her head and pulled her hair back to give him better access.

“Jude, I thought we were going to talk after dinner,” Miranda breathed heavily. 

“Later baby…much later. Right now, all I can think about is getting you out of your blouse and sucking those nipples,” Jude moaned. 

“Mmmmm sounds good to me. Let’s go up to my room,” Miranda purred. She stood up and motioned with her head in the direction of her bedroom. Climbing the stairs proved to be an adventure, with Jude behind her snaking his hand up the back of her skirt and stroking her already wet pussy. 

“Make yourself comfortable, Jude. I’ll be right back,” Miranda spoke between kisses. She pried herself from his grip, went into the bathroom and closed the door.  She had what she planned to wear all ready. 

Jude stripped down to his tight boxlipv>teaseer briefs and lay down on the bed. He grabbed a magazine she had on her nightstand and started flipping through the pages.

From under the door, Miranda could see the faint glow of the lamp from her nightstand. She opened the door quietly and walked into the room. Jude was lying on the bed with the magazine folded over his smooth, bare chest. His breathing was steady as she watched his chest rise and fall in a rhythmic motion. Scanning her eyes down his body, she stopped as she saw the white boxer-briefs.

Miranda licked her lips, wondering just how he would taste under her tongue. She reached down, gently stroked his face, and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair.  Jude stirred and looked up with sleepy eyes. A small smile crept over his face as he set the magazine aside and reached for Miranda. 

“Wait...I have something special for you.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked confused. Then he saw the printed silk scarves hanging from the belt of her red satin robe and began to smile.

“Are you game for some adventure?” Miranda asked as she wound one of the scarves around her hand.  Jude’s smile widened.

“Oh hells yeah baby. Go for it.”

Miranda reached for his wrists, his eyes darkened with anticipation.

“What are you going to do to me
, Mandy?”

“You’ll see, be patient.”

Miranda started to bind his hands, then pulled them over his head and tied them to the headboard. When he was secure, she leaned down and darted her tongue in and out of his ear. She continued her seductive dance down his neck and across his firm, tattooed shoulders as Jude groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck, Miranda.”

Miranda’s tongue reached his chest. Her teeth grabbed his single nipple ring and tugged it enough to make him flinch.  Her hand grabbed the other nipple and pinched it firmly. Flicking her tongue over one nipple then over to the next, they became hard and encouraged her to bite a little harder. Her tongue followed down his chest, licking every ripple of his tight, well-defined abs.  She inched her way toward his happy trail, where she stopped and began to run her hands down his legs. Jude groaned loudly.

“Shall I stop now?” Miranda asked teasingly.

“Oh, fuck no!” Jude moaned.

She started again teasing his nipples, running her hands over his shoulders and using her tongue to trace each line of his tattoo.  Moving down his body, she caught the waistband of his snug boxers with her fingers and started to tug. Instinctively, Jude raised his hips so that she could remove them, releasing his throbbing cock.

Miranda gently kissed the tip of Jude’s cock and heard the sharp intake of his breath. She took the remaining scarves and tied his ankles in a spread eagle. Jude’s whole body was trembling in anticipation.  Miranda kept her voice low and seductive.

“Hmizeeagle. Jumm, I think I am going to blindfold you. Not knowing what is coming next will only heighten your pleasure.  You ready for this
, Jude?  Are you ready to see how much of me you can handle?” He nodded and the corner of his mouth twitched as a determined smile crossed his lips. 

“Ahhh…you want to play!”

Before she placed the blindfold over his eyes, Miranda dropped her robe to the floor and heard him gasp. She was wearing only a black garter belt, fishnet stockings and the most gorgeous pair of red “fuck me” pumps.

“Well, my sweet Jude, let’s see what a roller coaster really feels like, shall we?” 

Grabbing a feather, she gently moved it up and down his inner thighs and around the base of his thick hard cock. Jude started to squirm and moan, trying not to laugh. 

“Ticklish, are you?”

“Ya think?”

Taking an ice cube from the glass on the nightstand, Miranda ran it over Jude’s lips to wet them slightly. Leaning over him carefully as not to touch him, she ran her tongue over his wet lips and kissed him hard. He responded quickly to the kiss, getting hotter and harder by the second.  

“Stick out your tongue, Jude.”

He moved his tongue beyond his lips and Miranda grabbed it with her teeth, drew it into her mouth and began to suck.  He moaned into her mouth as she took the ice cube and ran it over his nipples and down his chest. Jude’s muscles tightened and he shivered.

“I know baby, I know. You want more, but I am going to make you wait just a little longer. Trust me baby?” Miranda purred. Jude’s breath was ragged and deep.

“Just don’t stop
, Mandy. Dear God, don’t stop!”