Judge (Blackwings MC - Devil Springs Book 2)

by Teagan Brooks

Releasing her nipple with a pop, I slowly moved my hands down her stomach to slip between her skin and the band of her panties. With a firm grip, I tore the flimsy material from her body like a greedy kid ripping open presents. And what a present she was.

  I was like a ravenous beast ready to devour every inch of her, but I wanted her to be as hungry as I was. Grabbing her by her waist, I lifted her as I rolled to my back and placed her perfect pussy right over my waiting mouth.

  “Jonah,” she gasped in a weak protest.

  “Ride my face, River,” I ordered. When she didn’t move, I placed my hands on her hips and started to guide her. As I licked, flicked, and sucked, she began moving on her own and soon the room was filled with her moans and gasps.

  Despite her obvious enjoyment, I knew she was holding back, and I wasn’t having it. “I’m not stopping until you come on my face,” I said and punctuated my words with a light slap to her ass.

  “I-I can’t,” she groaned.

  The fuck she couldn’t. The next time her hips rose, I latched on to her clit and slipped two fingers inside of her. With a firm grip on her thigh, I held her against me as I picked up the pace.

  The sound of her hands slapping against the wall echoed through the room followed by her moans while her body spasmed. She rested her forehead against the cool wall and heaved in breath after breath. “Holy fuck,” she panted.

  I quickly slid out from underneath her and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Once I was covered, I moved behind her, wrapped my arm around her waist, positioned myself at her entrance, and thrust inside.

  “Oh, fuck, Jonah,” she groaned and pushed back against me.

  “Fucking hell, woman,” I gritted out and held her in place while I tried to keep from embarrassing myself. I slapped her ass when she pressed back again. “Don’t move.”

  “But I—” she started, but I silenced her with my mouth. When I finally had a handle on things, I broke the kiss and started to move.

  My hands slid up her torso and cupped her breasts while I watched my dick disappear every time the round globes of her ass met my hips over and over.

  My eyes focused on a drop of sweat that fell from my nose and slid down the track of her spine highlighting the sheer perfection of her body. Suddenly, I wanted to see her face. I needed to take in her every reaction and see if she was feeling the same intense connection I was.

  Within seconds, my eyes were locked to hers while I moved inside of her. She placed her hand on my cheek for a moment before sliding her fingers into my hair and pulling my lips down to hers.

  I slowed my pace so I could savor every second of our sweat slicked bodies sliding against each other.

  The hand in my hair tightened at the same time I felt her nails dig into my back. “Please, Jonah,” she whispered against my lips.

  I slid my arms underneath her to grip her shoulders and buried my face in her neck so I could give her everything I had. I didn’t want to stop until she could feel my soul the way I felt hers. Because I’d never felt anything like what I was feeling with her and I knew it was an intensity I would chase forever. With her.

  Her body tensed and her nails dug deeper into my skin. “Jonah,” she exhaled followed by a gasp. My lips covered hers and our bodies melded together as she reached her climax and pulled me along with her.

  I broke the kiss, breathing heavily, our bodies still connected, and rested my forehead against hers for long minutes.

  “Jonah?”

  “If I move, you’ll leave. And I want you to stay,” I whispered.

  “I’ll stay,” she said softly and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

  “Okay,” I said but didn’t move. For several minutes, I stayed right where I was, enjoying the feeling of her body surrounding mine. For those few moments, I was at peace.

  All too soon, it became apparent that I had to get up or things were going to get extremely messy. With a groan of discontent, I went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and returned to the bed with a warm washcloth for her.

  She squirmed and wiggled uncomfortably when I ran the cloth between her legs, but I was finished before she could find the words to protest. Tossing the rag to the floor, I slid into the bed beside her and pulled the covers over both of us. Within minutes, we were wrapped in each other’s arms sound asleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  River

  When I woke, Jonah was still asleep. I quietly slipped out of bed and went back to my room to take a shower and get ready for work.

  Tilting my head back into the stream of water, I raised my arms to start rinsing the conditioner from my hair. I heard the shower curtain rustle followed by, “It’s just me.”

  “What’re you doing?”

  “Same thing you are. Taking a shower,” he said and pulled me against him as he pressed his lips to my neck.

  To my surprise, he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered us both in suds. Once we were rinsed, he quickly washed his hair and turned off the water.

  He caught the look of disbelief on my face and smirked. “Expecting something else?”

  “I guess,” I shrugged. “I’ve never had a guy get in the shower with me. It’s a natural assumption that more would be involved.” Reaching for a towel, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my hair up before I started drying my body with a second towel.

  I shrieked when Jonah scooped me up and carried me into my room. He dropped me onto my bed on my stomach and crawled up behind me grabbing each cheek of my ass and gently squeezing. “This wasn’t my original intention, but, fuck, it is now,” he growled.

  Moments later, he’d divested me of both towels and was lavishing my breasts with his tongue and teeth. My hands were everywhere—pulling at his hair, clawing at his back, desperately trying to pull him impossibly closer to me.

  His hand trailed down my torso to the apex of my thighs. He slowly moved his fingers through my wetness before teasing my clit with light circles.

  “Jonah, please,” I begged.

  I could feel him grin against my skin. “Please, what?”

  I wiggled and lifted my hips trying to get his fingers to go where I needed them. “Say it, River. Tell me what your wet pussy wants.”

  Any other time, I would have rolled my eyes and said something sarcastic, but I wanted him so damn bad all I could say was the truth. “Fuck me.”

  “With what?” he asked as he teased my entrance with the tips of his fingers and flicked my nipple with his tongue.

  “Your fingers. Your cock. I don’t care! Just fuck me!” I shouted.

  He reached between us and I wanted to scream out in victory. But then he suddenly dropped his head to my shoulder. “Shit,” he swore and started to pull away.

  “No,” I snapped and grabbed for his shoulders so my body followed his when he sat back on his heels.

  “Just need to grab a condom. I’ll be right back.”

  “Wait!” I said more forcefully than I intended and proceeded to imitate a contortionist in order to reach the tote bag on the floor beside the bed. I quickly found the foil square and held it up for Jonah to see. “I have one,” I announced proudly.

  He immediately reached for it, but I pulled my hand back and shook my head. With a little smirk, I brought the package to my mouth and carefully tore it open with my teeth. He watched me like a hawk while I slowly rolled it down his length.

  With his attention focused on his cock, I was able to catch him off guard and push him to his back. I climbed on top of him and grinned. “My turn,” I declared before I slid down his shaft.

  I wanted to tease him, to drag it out until he was begging me to move faster, but I was too worked up. The moment he was fully inside me, I started moving. My hips rose and fell maybe a half a dozen times before Jonah took over. He curled up into a sitting position with one hand going around my back and the other threading through my hair.

  The hand in my hair tightened and he pulled my head back exposing the column of my neck. His lips and teeth
scraped along my skin from my collarbone to my earlobe where he gently bit down. “You,” he breathed, “will not fuck anyone else while you’re fucking me.”

  I gripped his hair in return and pulled his head back until he was looking me in the eyes. I didn’t even have to say it. “Only you, baby. I only want you,” he promised.

  “Okay,” I whispered and lowered my mouth to his.

  And that was it for Jonah’s control. He flipped us over and proceeded to do things to my body I’d only known to exist on the pages of a dirty romance book.

  Once again, we reached our climaxes together, which was something I’d never experienced with anyone other than him.

  As much as I wanted to stay in his arms and enjoy being fully sated, I rolled to my side and sighed. “I need to take a quick shower and get moving. I’ve got less than an hour before I need to be at work.” And for the first time since I’d arrived in Devil Springs, I didn’t want to go to work.

  “Yeah, I need to get back up there, too. Can I catch a ride with you?” he asked.

  My forehead scrunched. “Uh, sure, but you know I have to work all night, right?”

  He chuckled. “I know. I’m planning on spending the night in Mom’s room. They’re supposed to start warming her in the morning, so I won’t be going anywhere for a few days. If I need to leave, one of the guys can give me a ride.”

  When I was ready to leave, Jonah held his hands out for my keys. “Mind if I drive?” he asked. And because he asked, I didn’t mind.

  Working in the ER in a somewhat small town was hit or miss. Some nights were nonstop craziness while other nights were so slow a twelve-hour shift felt like twelve days. I didn’t have a problem with the crazy shifts, but the slow ones were straight up torture.

  We had no patients and were bored out of our minds when Kennedy and I started spinning in our chairs. One thing led to another and before long I was sitting criss-cross applesauce in a chair at the nurse’s station while Kennedy spun me around as fast as the chair would go. She stopped the chair and shouted, “Go!”

  I stood and walked in a straight line to the other side of the nurse’s station. I turned around with a proud smile on my face and my steps faltered when my eyes met Jonah’s. He grinned, “Huh, spinning in circles doesn’t bother you, but the sight of me makes you stumble.”

  “Oh, shut it. What’re you doing down here? Did something happen with your mom?”

  “No, nothing happened. I, uh, couldn’t sleep and was wondering when you took your lunch break, or whatever you call it when you eat in the middle of the night.”

  Kennedy and I both laughed. “Sorry, when you’re an ER nurse, you eat when you can, not at a designated time.”

  “Doesn’t seem like you guys are very—”

  “No!”

  “Don’t say it!” we screamed at the same time.

  Jonah’s eyes widened at our outburst. “I can take my break now. Let’s go,” I said and headed for the break room.

  “What was that about?” he asked.

  “I’ll explain it when I’m not working,” I said and grabbed my salad out of the fridge. When I stabbed some lettuce with my fork and shoved it into my mouth, I looked up to find Jonah staring at me. “What?”

  “Did you already put dressing on that?” he asked.

  “I don’t ever put dressing on my salad,” I explained and continued to shovel food into my mouth.

  “And you like it like that?” he asked skeptically.

  “No, but I like being fat even less.”

  “You’re not anywhere close to being fat.”

  “Not anymore,” I said and pointed to the salad with my fork. “And this is why. I’m not this size by sheer luck.”

  “River—” he started but I didn’t want to hear it.

  “Please, don’t. I was a fat kid; I’m not now. There’s really no need to discuss it,” I said firmly.

  “I was going to ask how you got your protein,” he said carefully.

  “Sorry,” I said and pointed my fork at my drink. “I don’t like fish, and I’m not a huge fan of poultry, so I have one or two shakes a day. I also get most of my vitamins from the shakes, so two birds, one stone.”

  We sat in silence while I finished eating, which wasn’t long because I inhaled my food when I was working as most, if not all, nurses did. When I finished my shake and wiped my mouth, I noticed Jonah was staring at his clasped hands.

  “Hey, you okay?” I asked, wondering if he’d come down for another reason and not because he simply couldn’t sleep.

  He cleared his throat and looked up. “Yeah, I’m just, I guess I’m a little worried about tomorrow and how things are going to go. I can’t lose her, too.”

  I stood from my seat and moved to sit beside him. “When did you lose your dad?”

  He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. “When I was fifteen.”

  “May I ask what happened?”

  “You don’t know?” he asked sounding surprised.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “My father was Jonas Jackson, the sheriff who was killed during the high-speed chase that ended on Main Street in Devil Springs.”

  I gasped as realization dawned. “I remember when that happened. He pulled out in front of the car they were chasing to stop it from crashing into the elementary school’s playground.”

  Jonah swallowed thickly. “Yeah, he saved a lot of kids’ lives that day.”

  “But that didn’t make it any easier for you,” I observed.

  “No, it didn’t. But, as I got older, it made it easier to accept. I would’ve still lost my dad that day because he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he hadn’t put himself in front of that truck,” Jonah said.

  I stayed snuggled against him for several minutes hoping I was silently comforting him when I had an idea. “You want me to stop by your mom’s room after my shift?”

  “I’ve seen you walk in the door and practically fall asleep walking to your room. I don’t want you staying any longer than you have to and risk falling asleep on your way home,” he said seriously.

  “Okay, how about this? I’ll go home and sleep, then I’ll come back to see how things are going,” I offered.

  “You don’t have to do that. I’ll be okay,” he countered.

  “All right. Let me know if you change your mind,” I said. I wasn’t going to argue with him, but I was going to come back to check on him after I got some sleep.

  And that’s exactly what I did almost twelve hours later.

  I didn’t expect to find Jonah alone in his mother’s room. His head was resting on the bed, and he had one of her hands clutched in his much larger one. Even in his sleep, lines of worry were etched on his face.

  I stood in the doorway for several minutes wondering if I should leave and come back later, but ultimately decided to quietly slip into the room and wait for him to wake up, which he did around an hour later.

  His eyes landed on me the moment they opened, and the corner of his lips tipped up into a smile. “Hey,” he rasped. “How long have you been here?”

  “About an hour or so. I didn’t want to wake you. Figured you needed the sleep.”

  He stood and stretched, causing his T-shirt to reveal a hint of his toned stomach. He totally caught me staring and laughed. “You make me feel like a piece of meat.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Please. Like you don’t know you’re hot.”

  “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he grinned and came over to sit beside me on the small sofa in the room.

  “How’s your mom?” I asked, changing the subject intentionally.

  He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No changes. I didn’t realize how long and drawn out the cooling and rewarming process would be.”

  “They didn’t explain that to you?”

  “I don’t know. Somebody probably did along the way, but it wasn’t knowledge that I retained. Initially, I only wanted to know if she was expected to l
ive and, if so, would she make a full recovery.”

  “For future reference, if you have any medical related questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me,” I offered, and then I explained the rewarming process to him and what to expect.

  “Thank you. I’ve been waiting for her to wake up, and I’ve been growing more and more concerned as each hour passed.”

  I patted his thigh. “Glad I could help.”

  He scooted closer and put his arm around me. “Me, too, and I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly and kissed the top of my head.

  I relaxed into him, and we fell into a comfortable silence until more visitors arrived some time later. I hadn’t realized that they had other family members that might be coming by to visit, so I was surprised when three people and a very large dog entered the room.

  My eyes widened and I turned my head to Jonah. “It’s okay; Titan’s a service dog.”

  I turned back to the dog and realized he was wearing a service dog harness. “I know he looks scary, but he’s harmless…unless you’re trying to attack me. Then, he’ll hurt you,” a girl who looked vaguely familiar said.

  “Not helping, sister cousin,” Jonah chuckled.

  “Any news, brother Judge?” she asked.

  “No, and there probably won’t be until sometime tomorrow. The rewarming process can take close to a day, and she probably won’t wake up right away once she reaches the regular temperature,” he explained, just as I’d explained to him.

  The girl smiled sadly. “Well, I guess no news is good news then.” She cleared her throat and made a show of looking from Jonah to me and back.

  He chuckled, “This is my friend, River. River, this is my nosy little cousin, Harper. That scary looking fucker is her fiancé, Carbon, and the one who looks like me, but not as handsome, is her brother and my cousin, Duke. And, of course, Titan.”

  “Hi,” I said shyly and waved awkwardly.

  The guys nodded, and Harper waved back with a smile, “Hello. So—”

  Jonah removed his arm from around me and stood. “So, we’re going to head out and get some dinner. You guys going to be here for a bit?”

  “I was going to offer to spend the night. You’ve been here the last two nights,” Harper said.