by Ella Goode
I’m surprised to see it’s only ten minutes before closing time. “Yes, let me get my stuff.”
Quickly I log out of the computer and shut it down. My handbag is on the desk in the tiny office. Judge follows me around as I double-check to make sure the doors and windows are locked, and all the computers and lights are turned off.
“We’re good. Am I driving you home?”
He frowns. “Baby, didn’t you hear? Your car was vandalized. You’re not driving anywhere. The car was towed to the garage and we’re going to fix it up for you. Takes a couple of days for the paint to cure hard enough for us to sand and buff.”
“But it’s still drivable, right?” I protest.
He takes my purse and pushes me gently out of the library. By habit, I turn and lock the door. “It’s not drivable. You don’t want to be driving around town with a bad graffiti job on your car.”
“I’m not getting on the back of your bike, Judge,” I say in alarm. My skirt is too tight for me to straddle a motorcycle seat.
Cupping my elbow, he draws me outside. There’s a shiny truck sitting where my car was parked. “Give me a little credit. I brought a cage.”
“Judge, I—” I begin to argue but he’s got me inside the truck before I can get out any more words. That man can move fast.
Once he climbs into the pickup, he turns to me. “Pippa, there’s something going down and I want you to be safe. Tonight we are both staying at the granary. That’s where the club meets, hangs out. But if I get called away, there are men who will be able to protect you. I get that in ordinary circumstances you can watch out for yourself but you’ve got to admit that this is something different. Tuck that pride away and know I’m not trampling on your independence. I’m making sure you’re safe and that my resources aren’t spread too thin. Got it?”
Chapter Seven
Pippa
The exterior of the granary gives the impression of vastness. The center building is tall and thin with a single-gable roof. Two large lean-to structures are stuck up against either side like a mom with a kid attached to each leg. And the attached silver steel silo is large enough to house a few trucks the size of Judge’s.
I wonder how big the Death Lords’ club is. Most MCs my dad consorted with were small operations. He shied away from the national clubs, citing their penchant for strict rules and large tributes he didn’t feel comfortable paying. The smaller clubs allowed him to bunk down in a clubhouse in exchange for manual labor, some cash or a favor.
“My stepdaughter, Chelsea, likes to call this the milk carton,” Judge comments as he steers onto the compacted gravel.
The tall center structure does look like a half gallon milk container. “I can see that. Plus the initials are the same—MC.”
In the back of the truck is the suitcase he packed this morning. He hauls it out effortlessly as if it weighs no more than a small kitten and places a hand at the small of my back.
“You going to be able to make it over the gravel in those heels?” He eyes my shoes with skepticism.
“Does a librarian love books?” I sniff and start moving.
The interior of the granary is a lot more welcoming than I had envisioned after you get past the opening room, which smells faintly of rubber and gasoline.
“During bad weather we park our bikes inside,” Judge explains. “The living space is toward the back.”
Through a set of old barn doors is a wide open space divided into different areas. To my left is a big hearth surrounded by three sofas and several chairs. To my right is a long table and beyond that is a bar. More importantly, Morgen is sitting by the bar and leaps forward when he sees me.
I crouch down and hug his sleek neck as he barks out his happiness. He tries to climb into my lap and give me sloppy dog kisses. Judge watches with tolerant amusement in his eyes.
“Thank you,” I say. Knowing I'd want Morgen with me is a mark in his favor. Two men are at the bar, one behind it and one in front of it.
“Not a problem,” Judge answers. He helps me rise to my feet and then pulls me flush against him. In front of the two strangers, two men I presume to be part of his club, he kisses me hard. His mouth covers mine and his hands are all over my butt. As swiftly as he started the kiss, he stops and I nearly stumble backward but for Judge's hands holding me up.
He turns me toward the bar and I face two grinning men.
“This ugly motherfucker behind the bar is Bang Bang, our warlord, and this one's Bear.” He nods toward the full-bearded man with full-sleeve tattoos sitting with his hands around a stein of beer. “This is Pippa Lang, Chuck's daughter.”
“Welcome,” Bang Bang says. His voice is deep and melodic. I wonder if he sings.
Bear sticks out his hand and I watch bemusedly as my own gets swallowed up in his grasp. He's big all over.
“What time is church?” Judge asks Bang Bang.
“Everyone is coming in after dinner, seven.”
“Good. We'll be upstairs. Don't bother us until then.”
Bang Bang and Bear's grins both widen and I have the urge to slap all three men. I say nothing though and Judge leads me toward the stairs, explaining the rest of the layout.
“Behind the bar is the kitchen and upstairs we have six bedrooms. There are a couple of patches who live here all the time and the other rooms are for guests or those who need a place to stay.”
Meaning, if they are screwing around on their old ladies, they do it here. To Judge, I ask, “And how long will I be staying here?”
“Just for tonight.”
“You're going to take care of the trouble tonight?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Yup.”
“Thanks for embarrassing me in front of your men.” I'm not happy about it and he should know. He stops on the stairs and looks back.
“You'd rather have someone knocking on the door in the middle of me eating you out?”
My sex clenches at the memory of his eager mouth between my legs but stubbornly, I argue, “Maybe I'd like to shower and have a nap.”
“You can do both. After I eat you and after I fuck you.” He turns as if the conversation is over and moves up the stairs.
On the one hand, his frank declaration of what he'd like to do is a turn-on. I don't have to guess and truly I knew what was going to happen if I got into his truck. The tension between us this afternoon was equal to about four hours of foreplay. On the other hand, I thought we'd come to some agreement about him ordering me around all the time.
I follow his tight butt up the stairs to the third floor. There's a hallway and a row of doors. It looks vaguely like a small motel. “What's on the second floor?” I ask curiously.
“A couple of different rooms. Guys like to play video games or want to watch the game, there's a place for that.”
“This is more and more like a frat house every second,” I say dryly.
“I wouldn't know,” Judge replies. “Never went to college.”
He opens the door to the last room and I step inside. It's a fairly good-sized bedroom with a small dresser, a television at the foot of the bed and a chair by the window. “There's a bathroom in here,” he says, throwing open the door to reveal a small shower, stool and sink. He places my suitcase on the floor next to the dresser and that's when I see it.
Frowning, I walk over and bend down to check the luggage tag on the larger suitcase that is the perfect match for the carry-on Judge set down. I rise and put my hands on my hips. “What is my other suitcase doing here?”
Judge has seated himself on the end of the bed and is in the process of unlacing his boots. “I figured I did a shit job packing your stuff this morning so I sent Chels to gather up everything you might need.”
He doesn't even look up when he answers me. He finishes pulling off his socks and wiggles his long toes. Crap, even his naked feet are sexy. I hadn't noticed that before.
“You said I was staying one night and that the trouble would be over.”
“That's righ
t.” He stands and starts unbuckling his belt.
“Wait a minute. What are you doing?”
He looks incredulous. “Baby, I'm undressing, then I'm going to bend you over the bed, ruck up your skirt and fuck you until all these worries you have in your head about today, tomorrow and next week are gone. Afterwards, I'm putting a plug in your ass so I can fuck that tonight when I get back from taking care of business. That's what I'm doing.”
His graphic words make my skirt feel a size too small and my panties very uncomfortable. But no matter that my body is urging me to hop into his lap, I'm not done arguing with him yet. “None of that explains why you had a stranger go to my house and rifle through my things.”
“My daughter Chels, my son Wrecker and Abel, the prospect you met last night, went out to your place. Abel went to help with the dog and Wrecker went because he doesn't like Chels being alone with any dick other than his own. He's like his old man.”
Judge has come to stand in front of me; his buckle is hanging open and his jeans are unsnapped. There's a tiny bit of white elastic striped with red that I can see if I look hard enough. His erection is growing more prominent with each passing minute. I lick my lips remembering the thick feel of it on my tongue and how I felt utterly surrounded by him when he slid down my throat. My hand comes up and rubs down the column of my neck.
He groans and pulls me to him. “It's been a long time since I had a woman in my life I cared about, baby. I'm used to ordering things in my life and not checking in with anyone. In the future I promise I'll do a better job of clearing things with you but I swear to Christ, I can't think about anything but fucking you right now.”
Chapter Eight
Judge
I swallow her gasp with my own mouth and rub my hard cock between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans into me. We lap at each other, licking the interior recesses and moaning our unspoken desires. I can’t get enough of her. I watched her at first for her father’s sake but after only the first day I knew I’d have her in my bed. Now I can’t imagine fucking another woman. I’m addicted to her flavor, her body and her intense sensual taste. When I break the contact, she sways—dazed from passion. Her lips are erotically swollen and red.
I unbutton her blouse and remove her bra, admiring the bounce of her tits as they escape their confines. Love that. I can see binding and releasing her repeatedly in the future. There are so many games we can play together.
Cupping her breasts, I give them a good massage. Her head falls back in pure pleasure. “That feels wonderful.”
Her nipples tighten into hard points and I flick one puckered tip with my thumb. She shivers in response and her knees give out. Lowering her to the bed, I cover one tit with my mouth, suckling hard until she is arching against me. I trail my hand down her front and am stymied by the long tube of her skirt. It prevented me from access earlier today and it’s denying me now. Her skirt is the enemy.
Rising from the bed, I flip her over and sweep her hair to the side. The fabric stretches across her ass, making it look juicy and round. Maybe the skirt isn’t so bad. “This skirt expensive?”
“No,” she admits. “It’s a Walmart purchase.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I promise. I push the tight material up to her waist and pull down the black lace panties. They are pretty but I want to see her hot ass and sweet cunt naked and bared for my enjoyment. Between her legs, I test her readiness. She’s soaked. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck off her juice. Yep, completely and totally addicted. I rub the head of my cock against her lips for a few strokes and then drop to my knees.
“I want you to describe how you’re feeling. You’re a reader. Use some good words,” I instruct, laying my tongue along her wet cunt. She’s silent too long so I smack her ass firmly. She shakes and then starts talking.
“Um, I, ah, my feet feel hot, like it’s hard to stand on them. There’s an ache that I try to relieve by arching my soles.” She pants, puffs of air coming out between the words. Her monologue doesn’t sound dirty but it is. It so is. It’s turning me on like crazy. Her feet are flexing just like she describes, pushing her ass up and down on my tongue.
“Keep going,” I order. As I lap at her juices, I reach into my pants and pull my dick out.
“My ankles tingle and my calves feel tight.”
I place my hands on her calves and give them a light squeeze. “What else?”
She moans. “I need you, Judge.”
“Where, baby?”
“I need you inside me.” She shifts on the balls of her feet and above me I can see a bead of lubrication pearling on the edge of her cunt lips. I rise and lick it, softly teasing her with my tongue. She grinds down but the ache inside her isn’t appeased by teasing kisses from my mouth.
“I need you to tell me more about how you feel.” I rise and my cock slides between her thighs. This time, it’s my eyes that close at the friction and wetness that greets me. “What else?” I demand.
“My nerves are sensitive. I feel everything. Even the tiniest threads in the comforter are abrading my nipples, my thighs. My sex aches and throbs. I clench it but it’s empty so I keep contracting in hopes,” she pauses on a sob, “in hopes you’ll fill me up.”
“You ready for me?” I know she is. I just enjoy hearing her beg a bit.
“Just fuck me, already,” she cries out.
I don’t need to be told twice. I plunge into her and we both moan our satisfaction, the sounds filling the quiet room.
I arrow in that tight space between her full thighs, enjoying the sight of my cock shuttling in and out of her cunt. I slap her ass a couple of times and she pushes back against my hand, nearly quivering in her excitement.
“Like that, do you,” I grunt in satisfaction. I’m going to enjoy seeing her ass red with my marks but that’s for another day. My balls are tightening and I’m getting ready to blow, but I don’t sense she’s there yet. She holds a little of herself back, not fully surrendering even though she wants to.
She says she trusts me but her words haven’t traveled all the way into her heart yet. I’m not worried, though, because we’ve got time. She’s already in mine. I don’t even mind acknowledging that she’s embedded herself into my heart. Ever since I laid eyes on her, she’s the only one I see when I close my eyes, when I take myself in hand and jerk off. And maybe she needs to hear that.
“When I first saw you drive into town, my dick got immediately hard. I went home and jerked off in the bathroom. I fantasized about decorating these juicy tits with my come.”
She whimpers, a nice hot sound. I tell her more.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since then.” I caress the roundness of her ass and pump in long even strokes as I do. The walls of her sex hug me, as if reluctant to let me withdraw. As I pull out, I can see my cock glistening from her excitement. “You’re hotter than a porn star and more juicy than a ripe peach. I could eat you all night long.”
“Judge,” she breathes.
“What is it, baby?”
“I want to kiss you. Can I?” Her diffidence only cranks my chain tighter.
“Course. Anything you want.” I pull out and sit down on the edge of the bed. In a swift motion, I set her on my cock. With her plump ass cheeks in my hands, I lift her up and down the column of my hard dick. Her tits brush my chest with every movement. “Kiss me while you fuck me,” I order.
She does. Her mouth trembles under mine and I hold her tight while she rides me. As her light fingers tangle in my hair, my need for her threatens to break my rigid control. Reaching up, I grab her wrists and shackle them at the base of her spine with one hand. I tug her hair and expose the long column of her neck. Another tug and her tits thrust out. The tightly beaded nipples beg for my mouth.
“Ahh, yes,” she cries when I suck on one hard bud. I move between one peak and then the other as she bounces on my cock.
“Rub that clit against me until you come,” I order roughly and run my hands up an
d down her arms across her back and return to cup her heavy tits.
“Let me touch you,” she moans. It’s hard enough to stave off my orgasm when she’s swiveling and grinding against me.
“Let me take care of you first.” I latch a hand around her neck, cupping her head while I take her mouth with mine. She spasms around me at this rough caress. I hold her tight while the tremors overtake her and she throws her head back and screams out her release.
When I feel her juice coat me and her cunt muscles squeeze double time, I jack into her. Placing both hands on either side of her hip, I jerk her rapidly up and down my cock until I go right over that edge with her.
Spent, I tumble back onto the bed taking her with me. She curls up on my chest like a little satiated kitten.
We lazily stroke each other while I’m still semi hard inside her.
“You going to allow me to take care of you?” I ask.
She stills and tips her head up. “What does that all entail?”
“It means if you’ve got problems, they’re my problems. If you’re happy, I’m happy. It means you don’t walk alone anywhere because I’ve always got your back.”
Several transparent thoughts march across her face but I don’t worry about any of them. She’s working it out. “If I have an argument with the cashier at the gas station, will you beat them up?”
“First, you aren’t going to be at any gas station because I’ll make sure your tank is always full. No one lets their old lady run around without a full tank of gas. That’s just asking for trouble. Second, depends on what the argument’s about. If he’s mouthing off and insulting you he gets a visit from me. If he’s having a bad day, I’m sure you can cut him down to size.”
She thinks some more. “I’ve never had that.”
The wistful longing makes me want to fuck her again and punch her dad’s lights out. Everyone deserves to know that they aren’t alone. I know when I go out the force of the club stands behind me. I squeeze her tight and roll over, pressing her into the bed with the heavy weight of my body. My dick is hardening and I start pumping shallowly. “You do now, baby girl. You do now.”