“To stay or go.”
“And if I stay?”
“Means you’re interested in the same.”
“What are you interested in?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“Nipples are as hard as a fuckin’ rock, Cass. Got heat in your cheeks. Eyes are holdin’ some heat, too. You know what I’m interested in.”
“I don’t do that.”
“What don’t you do?”
She waved a hand around. “Sleep with strange men.”
“Ain’t strange. Know who I am now. Know what I do. Where I belong. Even know my real name. Also told you somethin’ some of my brothers don’t know.”
“About your son?”
“Yeah. Somethin’ I don’t talk about. Now you know. Gave you a piece of me not many other people have.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I want you to trust me.”
“Why?”
“Cass... ‘Cause I want more than words from you.”
“I...”
Judge shrugged. “Got it. I ain’t your thing. You like a man who wears a fuckin’ suit and works a nine-to-five behind a desk. But figured the way you liked me massagin’ your feet, you didn’t mind my touch.”
“I didn’t... I don’t... I...” She shook her head. “I just haven’t... I haven’t considered...”
“Goddamn grown woman, Cassie. Bet you got needs just like the rest of us. Know you got a young daughter and it makes it hard to get those needs met. Right?”
“You brought me up here to have sex with me?”
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, pushing to his feet and causing hers to fall to the floor. “Brought you up here to talk. That’s it. You wanna go, go. See I don’t do it for you. So go.” He went over to the door, grabbed her coat off the hook and waited for her to get her ass off his couch. “Never massaged a goddamn woman’s feet before in my fuckin’ life. Not once.”
She sat up, but only stared at him, her lips parted, her cheeks even darker now, her fingers curled against her denim-covered thighs.
Seeing her like that made her not wanting him all the fucking harder. “Ain’t gonna lie, Cassie. You fuckin’ do it for me. Been a long time since a woman has caught my eye like you. Long fuckin’ time. Surprised the fuck outta me. That day in the municipal lot, when I saw you walkin’... Jesus Christ... Wanted you right that fuckin’ second...”
She got to her feet. But instead of pulling on her socks and boots, she padded over to him barefoot, her face unreadable.
“But saw you were scared. Bothered me but got past it. Then again at Walmart and the old lot. Didn’t give you any fuckin’ reason to be scared of me—”
He could see her throat move again as she swallowed. “I just wasn’t expecting—”
He set his jaw. This was exactly why the fuck he didn’t ever go after what he wanted. Why it was easier to fuck a sweet butt or his fist. Or his fucking Fleshlight. None of them said no. None of them found a reason to. “Don’t give a fuck. Just fuckin’ go.”
She reached out and took her coat from his hands. She stared at where she clutched the thick wool and said something so softly, he didn’t hear her.
“What?”
She lifted her face to his. “Maybe I don’t want to go.”
He stared at her and just breathed for a few heartbeats. He wanted to be goddamn clear with her about what he wanted from her. She needed to see what he wanted crystal fucking clear. “Want you like a man wants a woman, got that?”
She swallowed hard again. “Yes.”
Jesus. “Means naked in my bed.”
“Got it.”
She fucking got it. “You stay...” If she stayed, they were both ending up naked in his bed. He wanted to see her without a goddamn stitch of clothes on, spread across his fucking sheets. He wanted to see, taste and fuck that juicy pink center. He wanted to smother himself in her tits, in those thighs. Maybe even in that luscious fucking ass.
“I can’t stay long,” she said with a catch in her voice.
He didn’t want to hear that. Everything he wanted to do to her would take a while. If he got her naked, he wasn’t rushing. And he’d make sure she wouldn’t want him rushing, either. “Your sister got somewhere to go on a Sunday mornin’?”
“It’s the questions that will be asked.”
“So, tell her the fuckin’ truth. Hadn’t had dick in a while, needed it, got some. Sure she’d understand.”
She pressed her lips together, then said, “I’m not sure I’d explain it like that.”
“Then explain it how you gotta. Been wantin’ you since the second I saw you, Cass. Again... ain’t gonna bullshit you about that. Now I know the husband’s out of the picture, want you even more.”
Uncertainty filled her eyes. “I’m not sure this is smart.”
He lifted and dropped one shoulder. “Yeah, done a lot of dumb things in my fuckin’ life. Fuckin’ you ain’t gonna be one of ‘em.”
“Smart on my part, I meant.”
He tilted his head and stared at her. Then he nodded, went over to the couch, picked up her socks, gathered her boots and came back to where she was still standing.
He held them out to her with one hand and turned the key in the deadbolt with the other. But before he could open the door, she reached up and locked the deadbolt again.
“I won’t be needing what you’re holding for a little bit.”
He stifled his grin, but let the boots and socks drop to the floor at his feet. “Means you won’t need what you’re holdin’, either.” He worked the coat out of her clenched fingers and hung it back up. “Scared?”
Her throat worked, but she shook her head. “Nervous, I guess. I haven’t... It’s...”
Jesus fuck, that was good fucking news. “How long?”
Her throat jumped and her gaze dropped to his chest as she whispered, “Years.”
Fuck yes.
Was that fucking selfish of him? Fuck yeah it was, but he didn’t give a fuck. That meant that marriage was over years ago. She was not pining away for her ex. There was no lingering bullshit between her and Lange to get in the way with everything he wanted to give her tonight.
“Gonna think this is a mistake afterward?”
Without hesitation, she answered, “Probably.”
“Least you’re fuckin’ honest about it.”
“You’ve been honest with me.”
That he had. “Can you live with that mistake?”
She lifted her face to his again. “Won’t know until I make it.”
He pressed his lips together to keep from grinning. “Got a plan.”
“What is it?” Her question held a little shake to it.
“Starts with your mouth.” When her lips parted, he dropped his head, dug his fingers into the hair on both sides of hers, and whispered, “Then it goes from there.”
Her ragged breath beat against his lips and he hesitated.
She was probably going to regret this in the morning.
He wasn’t from her world.
He probably wasn’t even close to her type.
The biggest issue she ever dealt with in her life was the shitty hand her ex-husband dealt her.
But none of that mattered right now.
He just wanted tonight. And so did she.
So, he’d take what he wanted and give her the same.
When the sun came up in the morning, she might see things differently than she did right now. But he had until then.
And he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
He closed the small gap between their lips and swallowed the breath that rushed from her.
And the groan that followed.
Fuck yes...
Her lips were soft and her mouth sweet as he explored every fucking corner of it. He expected her to be hesitant with her kiss, but fuck no, she wasn’t. Her tongue clashed with his, fighting to explore his mouth instead.
But hell no, that wasn’t how it was going to go. Not tonight.
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br /> He was taking what he wanted. At least, everything she was willing to give him.
He tilted his head and drove her tongue out of his mouth. By her giving him her mouth, he was claiming it. Tonight, it was his.
One of her hands was fisted in his thermal, the fingers from her other lost within his beard, holding on, keeping him close. He didn’t care that it pulled at his skin, as long as she wasn’t yanking him away, wanting him to stop.
And hell no, she wasn’t. Her tongue was now toying with his as their mouths moved together. He had never been into kissing. To him it had been a waste of time and always preferred to get right down to business, especially with a woman who wasn’t sticking.
But he couldn’t get enough of Cassie’s mouth. The way her lips moved against his, the way she tried to steal the power with her tongue, the little noises she made at the back of her throat.
It all made his hard dick ache for her.
He released her hair from one hand, sliding it down her neck, feeling the pound of her pulse, then around and down her back until he got to her ass. He curled his fingers around the generous curve and pulled her tighter against him.
Now, she had no doubt how much he wanted her. The proof was unmistakably pressed into her stomach and when she whimpered softly into his mouth, he broke the kiss.
She pressed her forehead into his chest, and he could hear her gasping for breath. He was struggling to find his, too. Because he hadn’t been this worked up over a woman in fucking years.
Years.
But it was when her hand, the one gripping his thermal, loosened and slid down his gut, over his belt and brushed over his jeans where his hard-on was caught... That was when he knew they were done standing by the door kissing.
If he didn’t move now, he was going to fuck her against that door. Or on the couch. Or even on the floor. Maybe even all three places.
He only had one wrap in his chain wallet. He had a box in his bedroom.
They would need the box.
And again, he wanted to see everything, he didn’t want one inch of her hidden from him.
He also wanted to take his time exploring her, not do a quick bust-a-nut. Those he could do with any woman, sweet butt or otherwise.
He blew out a breath as she continued to explore his erection over his jeans. “Cassie...”
Her hand stilled at her name.
Fuck. He wanted her to stop but he also didn’t want her to stop.
They needed to move.
Like fucking now.
“Last chance to not make that mistake,” he murmured into her hair, hoping like fuck she didn’t change her mind.
“Why do you think it would be my mistake? How do you know it’s not you making the mistake?” came the muffled question from his thermal.
Yeah, most men didn’t see sex as making a mistake. Unless the woman trapped him in some way. Then it was a big fucking mistake.
He’d made one of those. And it’s why he always wore wraps, even if the female was on birth control. It was also why he would only use his own wraps. Ones which had been in his control the whole time, because, yeah... He learned that lesson the hard fucking way.
It only took once.
Now was not the time to dredge up that old shit. He had Cassie in his arms and his fucking fantasy was about to come true.
Instead of answering her, he released her ass and her hair, grabbed the hand she still had on his dick and pulled her down the short hallway to his bedroom at the end. He hit the light and froze.
For fuck’s sake. He forgot.
He spun on his boot and blocked her view. “Wanna hit the head first?”
Her brow furrowed. “Uh, sure.”
“Door on the left there.”
She gave him a look, nodded and then went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
He rushed to the nightstand, grabbed the Fleshlight and hurried to the closet. He shoved into the far corner, keeping it upright so the last load he dumped in it—and forgot to clean out—wouldn’t spill.
He quietly closed the closet door, went back to the nightstand, swiped the lube off the top and tucked it in the back of the drawer before pulling out the box of wraps.
He heard the toilet flush, the water run, and the door open.
He turned and waited.
And he lost his goddamn breath when she stepped through his bedroom door. She hesitated, her eyes going from him to the bed and back.
He glanced over his shoulder to check his sheets to make sure there wasn’t anything stained on them and they were half-decently clean. The bed wasn’t made but she was just going to have to live with that.
Jury pushed past Cassie and took a flying leap onto the bed. She was claiming her spot before they did.
“Jury, off,” he growled and pointed to her dog bed in the corner. The only time he forced her to sleep there was when he had a visitor.
Jury gave him a you-suck look, jumped off and curled up in the expensive bed he bought her that she spent, at most, an hour of her time in whenever a sweet butt was up in his apartment.
Tonight, if it was up to Judge, she would spend more time than an hour in that bed. Because Cassie would be in his for much longer.
Cassie was no fucking sweet butt. There would be no kicking her ass out as soon as he shot his load.
“Just gonna stand there?” he asked.
“Are you?” she countered. He could see the shake in her hand as she brushed the hair out of her face.
Yeah, she was fucking nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect from him or how this would go.
Or maybe she was second-guessing her decision to stay.
If she was, he needed to make sure she had no reason to bolt. The only direction she should be taking is toward him, not toward the front door.
He couldn’t wait for her to change her mind.
So, he didn’t.
He took a couple of long strides to where she stood, her eyes glued to him as he approached, never stopping as his body knocked into hers, his arms grabbing her so she wouldn’t lose her balance. The air rushed from her and her blue eyes lifted to his in surprise.
Then something changed, surprising him instead.
She grabbed the fabric of his thermal at his chest with both fists, pulled him in a circle and shoved him against the wall. With one hand, she grabbed his beard and yanked it so hard he had no choice but to lower his head. Then she took his mouth.
She took his mouth.
This woman was not having second thoughts.
This time he let her tongue take control of his mouth. He let her have all the control. And he was kind of liking it.
As she tried to climb him, he hooked his arms under her ass and lifted her enough to where she could wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, not once breaking their kiss.
He spun her around and shoved her back against the wall, pinning her there. With one arm he kept her up, the other he shoved between them, doing his best to free the buttons on her blouse.
But he was getting impatient and was afraid he was just going to rip it open, popping all of her buttons and ruining it.
Then she’d have to go home wearing one of his shirts. He’d grin at that if Cassie wasn’t currently creating havoc on his mouth.
He thrust his hard dick against the heat between her thighs.
Fuck, he wanted to be inside her.
But he was liking what she was giving him. If she wanted to drive right now, he’d let her. Without complaint.
A few seconds later, she released his mouth, panting against his lips as she stared at him. Again, surprise in her eyes.
Yeah, she wanted his dick. She wanted him. She hadn’t expected to want him like that.
“You done bein’ a little Domme?”
Chapter Ten
She pressed fingers to her lips. “I’m not a Domme.”
“Coulda fooled me,” he teased.
She removed her arms from around his thick neck and p
lanted both palms against his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat along with the rise and fall of his rapid breathing.
“I don’t know what came over me. Why...”
His cocky grin made her want to take his lips again.
“’Cause you want my dick.” He thrust his hips again and his erection pressed against where she was not only slick, but throbbing.
She couldn’t deny she wanted his “dick,” so she pressed her face against his neck, hiding behind the long beard, ground hard against him, and muffled her groan into his skin.
“Damn,” he whispered.
Yes, damn.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on like this. Wanting to rip a man’s clothes off, demand he do things to her.
“I need you naked,” she whispered.
“Think that was my line,” he whispered back.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He adjusted his grip on her thighs, holding on tighter, and pulled away from the wall, turning them and striding across the room. He didn’t stop when he hit the edge of the mattress. Instead, he held on to her as they both fell, making her gasp.
Somehow, he managed not to crush her under his weight, but it pinned her to the bed, his erection, hard and hot against her thigh.
She pointed out the obvious. “We’re still not naked.”
“Good observation.”
She pressed her lips together and he rolled off her to sit on the edge of the bed, unlacing his boots. Within seconds, he had both pulled off, his socks went flying, then he shot to his feet and tugged his thermal over his head, messing up his beard.
He drew a hand through it a couple of times, smoothing it back down.
While he did that, Cassie stared at his chest. There was no way she couldn’t.
It wasn’t because of how huge it was, because it was. It wasn’t because of how muscular it was, because it was.
But because of the number of tattoos covering his skin.
They went up both arms, over his pecs and shoulders, down his ribs, across his lower belly and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
She sat up, taking them all in. Wanting to ask so many questions about them, starting with the meaning of each one.
But Judge didn’t appear to want to discuss his ink right now. No, he was unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans at a rapid pace.
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