Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  She began to unbutton her shirt where he’d left off and he made a sharp but deep noise that made her fingers still mid-motion.

  “Sit right there ‘til I’m done.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but a growled demand.

  And he called her a Domme.

  She didn’t know much about BDSM. Probably just as much as she knew about tattoos.

  Which was basically nothing.

  She’d never dabbled in the Dominant/submissive lifestyle, or any kind of kink, and she’d never been with anyone who had tattoos. Not even a small one.

  However, Judge’s tattoos were not surprising, not with what she knew about his lifestyle. Every biker she met who belonged to the Fury had quite a few, including Stella. Her boss had a full sleeve and a huge tree of life piece on her back, which she had shown Cassie in the back room one night when she asked about it.

  She could only imagine Judge had a few on his back, too.

  He shucked his jeans and boxers quickly. And suddenly, she forgot about any and all tattoos.

  She also forgot to breathe.

  His hard cock hung heavy, like he had a weight hanging off the end.

  And it was not small.

  It wasn’t scary big, but it was a lot larger than she expected. Apparently, the size was deceiving when he was wearing jeans. But maybe it looked bigger because, like the hair on his head, his dark pubic hair was trimmed short. Very short.

  Unfortunately, she couldn’t avoid staring.

  The noise he made when she licked her lips forced her gaze up.

  His nostrils were flared and his eyes dark as he grabbed the root of his cock and squeezed it so hard, the veins protruded.

  He suddenly moved.

  Cassie’s heart pounded in her chest, in her throat, in her ears, as the big man approached the bed. He made her feel very small as he stood at the end and studied her as he stroked his cock slowly.

  “Now... slowly unbutton your shirt. Want you to touch yourself as you do it. Pretend it’s me touchin’ you.”

  “Why do I have to pretend?” She quickly slipped all the buttons through the holes. “Touch me yourself.”

  She shrugged out of her blouse and threw it at him. It hit his chest and fluttered to his feet.

  He stared at it for a second, then lifted his gaze. His eyes burned hot, his hand had stilled around the root of his cock, and then...

  He moved again.

  All the air fled from her lungs as his weight hit her, knocking her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them up over her shoulders, shoving his face in her cleavage which had almost been knocked free from her bra.

  She groaned as he sucked her and his beard scraped her skin. He clamped both her wrists into one hand and ripped one cup down far enough until her breast came out.

  “Fuck,” he growled a split second before sucking her aching nipple deep.

  Her hips surged up at that pleasurable pull that shot from her nipple all the way to her pussy.

  Which almost made her come. Surprisingly, in seconds. Just with his mouth on her like that. He was not gentle as he sucked hard and rocked against her even harder.

  He pulled her other breast out and sucked that one, too. His fingers finding the slick nipple he’d abandoned and tweaking it hard.

  She gasped and lifted her head, watching him take in as much of her breast as he could into his mouth.

  Him tipping his green eyes to hers was all it took to make heat burst through her center, radiate out, goosebumps break out over her heated skin and cause her thighs to squeeze together and her toes curl. She breathed his name.

  She tried to say Judge, but the only part that came out was Judd. But then, it only seemed right to call him by his real name when they were being intimate.

  He released her wrists and her breast and rose up onto his hands, staring down at her. “Bra off.”

  She wedged her hands beneath herself and unclipped the wide strap on the strongest bra she could find to hold the weight of her breasts up comfortably. As she did that, he unfastened the button and zipper on her jeans, and as she slipped the bra off her arms, he jerked her jeans down her hips, her whole body jolting as he did so.

  She planted her feet into the mattress just long enough to lift her hips so he could finish peeling the denim and her panties down her thighs and calves, and free them from her feet as she fell back to the bed.

  And now they were both naked.

  Finally.

  She froze as he kneeled between her calves with her jeans and panties crushed in his hand. His gaze slid from her hair which was spread loose around her head, over her face and lower. He paused on her breasts, which ached for his touch, and, again, continued lower.

  She tensed as his eyes roamed over her stomach—the one part on her Dennis complained about the most—but his face didn’t change, not even in the slightest, as he continued lower. Past the stretch marks she earned from carrying Daisy, over her wider than desired hips, and her thighs that jiggled when she walked.

  When he was done, he lifted his eyes back to hers. “Fuckin’ goddamn beautiful. Just like I knew you’d be.”

  She wasn’t expecting that. Hell, she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. But hearing that...

  He threw her jeans and panties to the floor, grabbed her calves and pushed them toward her until her knees were bent, then he spread her legs even wider. He took his time staring at her there, too. She gripped the sheets so she wouldn’t instinctively cover herself, because it was difficult not to do so.

  Dennis had been so judgmental about her body changes. It was one reason she never tried to date after separating from him. Daisy was another. Having a young daughter, she had to be careful about anyone she met.

  Plus, with all the shit going on in her life, she hadn’t wanted the hassle. Once things settled, she’d consider dating again. But right now, she had a long way to go before she got to that point.

  She was in no rush. She hadn’t had sex in a few years, anyway, so what was waiting a couple more?

  But Judge was reminding her about what she’d been missing. What she’d used to enjoy before she pushed her own wants and needs aside.

  Tonight, she wasn’t doing that.

  Tonight, Judge wanted her, and she wanted him.

  Yes, he wasn’t her type. And never before in her life would she have thought she’d be sexually attracted to someone like him.

  But it was more than that.

  He was more than his size.

  More than his long, shaggy beard.

  More than the cut he wore on his back.

  More than the tattoos which were permanently inked into his skin.

  On the outside, he could look intimidating, maybe even scary, but Cassie was finding on the inside he wasn’t so much. Proving the adage that looks could be deceiving.

  Even so, Cassie figured Judge could be dangerous if he wanted to be. She had a feeling if someone screwed him over, he wasn’t going to ignore it and would do something about it. And whatever it was would make a strong statement.

  He seemed to be the type of man who could be gentle with one hand, deadly with the other.

  He trailed his fingertips up both her calves, over her knees and they took a slow path along her thighs. The closer he got to his destination, the more she wanted to squirm. She didn’t. She only fisted the sheets more tightly, instead.

  His gaze flicked from his fingers to her face and back. He pursed his lips as he skimmed them over her pubis bone but went no lower.

  She wanted him to touch her there. She was getting slicker by the second at the thought of where this was going.

  And she was getting impatient.

  “Judge,” she whispered.

  “You gonna get bossy?”

  “If I have to.”

  He grinned, then in one motion, dropped down to the mattress and shoved her legs as wide as they could go.

  Her hips shot up as his mouth circled her clit and he sucked it hard. He crossed one arm over her
hips, holding her down, the other he stretched up and grabbed her nipple, pulling it hard and twisting it.

  Holy shit...

  She wanted to watch him, but she couldn’t. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, just enjoying everything his lips and tongue were doing to her.

  And what they were doing was sucking, licking, biting, exploring.

  Holy shit, he was really good at it, too.

  Perfect.

  Better than perfect. His fingers squeezed her breast as he thumbed her pebbled nipple.

  Holy shit...

  The heavy weight across her hips disappeared and two thick fingers slid through her wet folds, teasing.

  “Please...”

  She didn’t have to ask again, he plunged them inside her without any resistance since she was so wet. Her hips shot up again and he stayed with her, not letting up as he sucked and flicked her clit and ate her like a starving man.

  When he pinched her other nipple hard, she gasped, and the pleasurable pain exploded through her, rushing down to meet the orgasm radiating up.

  And, holy hell, she hadn’t had such an intense orgasm since...

  She didn’t know when. Not even with her vibrator. And those were some pretty intense ones when she was in the right mood.

  When the last ripple disappeared, she melted into the mattress, staring up at the ceiling and just trying to breathe.

  Her eyes tipped down to him as he sat up, his shiny lips curled up slightly in a grin as he wiped off, not only his mouth, but his beard with his hand.

  That was probably one drawback to having such a long one.

  When he twisted and reached out to the nightstand to grab a condom, Cassie let her gaze slide over him and it landed on his cock, which had a string of precum hanging from it. Reaching out, she caught it on her thumb before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

  “Fuck, baby,” he breathed, the condom temporarily forgotten in his fingers.

  She smiled around the tangy taste and began to curl up to a seated position. “I want to do to you what you did to me.”

  It was only fair, right? And it was something she’d always enjoyed. She was pretty damn sure he’d enjoy it, too.

  “Yeah, would love for you to do that... Just not now. Want my dick deep inside you, instead. You wanna suck me later, not gonna stop you.”

  Later.

  They didn’t have later. She needed to get back to her daughter. They only had now.

  Her simple, “Okay,” had him moving again, tearing open the wrapper, rolling on the condom and settling once again on his knees between her thighs.

  He dropped to his hands, planting his palms on the mattress on either side of her head as he lowered his own, catching her eyes. “So goddamn beautiful.”

  His rough whisper sent a shiver through her.

  His genuine words made her truly feel beautiful.

  The intense look in his eyes caused her heart to skip a beat.

  He sucked one nipple, then the other, took her mouth, swallowing her groan. He nudged her thighs higher with his knees and he settled his huge body between them. Putting all his weight on one arm, he grabbed his cock and slid it through her wetness until it caught.

  This was happening.

  She was having sex with a man who was not her husband.

  She was having sex with a man she hardly knew.

  Maybe she should feel guilty, but she didn’t.

  She had given everything to Dennis. She had given everything to Daisy.

  For once she was doing something for herself.

  For once she was taking what she wanted.

  Getting what she needed.

  And she shouldn’t feel guilty about that at all.

  She was a woman in her early thirties with wants and needs.

  She wasn’t dead.

  Judge was making her feel very much alive and appreciated as a woman.

  But he didn’t enter her. He hesitated. Right there. At the spot which would only take a slight shift to connect them.

  He deepened the kiss for a moment, then pulled away enough to search her face.

  He was going to ask her if she was sure. If this was what she wanted. He didn’t need to ask because she gave him a small smile as an answer.

  And that was all he needed.

  He grabbed her wrists, pinned them into the mattress on either side of her head, kept his eyes on hers and thrust inside in one move.

  Oh... shit...

  He filled her, stretched her as he drove deep.

  He wasn’t slow or gentle as she suspected he might be.

  Hell no.

  His grip tightened on her wrists and he kept their gazes locked as he powered up and into her over and over, a deep grunt escaping him at the end of each thrust.

  “Fuck, baby,” he growled.

  The power behind his movements shouldn’t surprise her, but they did. And maybe they should scare her, but they didn’t.

  No.

  It was then she realized the couple of years after Daisy was born, Dennis had been only going through the motions. But that had been all it was.

  He’d been doing his duty.

  The passion they had when they dated and then first married, had somehow dwindled to nothing. Something she used to enjoy immensely, only became a mindless act.

  Why hadn’t she recognized it? Was it the same reason she never noticed Dennis was a gambling addict? Had she just ignored it all, put on blinders, not wanting to deal with it?

  Had she just tuned it all out and lived life on autopilot?

  She had wanted them to go to marriage counseling when he first confessed about being an addict. And now, as she thought back, she had been almost relieved when he refused.

  It had given her an easy reason to walk away.

  Easy at first, until things became messy...

  “Cassie,” his deep voice washed over her, bringing her back to the present.

  Her getting lost in the past wasn’t fair to Judge.

  Dennis was her past. She needed to leave him there. Maybe Judge could help her do that.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  She gave him another small smile. “Yes.”

  “Ain’t hurtin’ you?”

  “No.”

  “Need me to slow down?”

  Her smile grew. “No.”

  “Want you to come.”

  They were on the same page about that. “I plan on it.”

  His pounding paused. “Tell me what you need from me.”

  Her smile disappeared. She’d never been asked that before. She had dated a lot of men before meeting Dennis, some were good in bed, some not so much. And while some cared if she came before they did, she couldn’t remember any of them asking her how they could make sure to get her there.

  She usually had to tell them first if they didn’t know.

  Was it weird that the man inside her right now—the man she had expected to just take what he wanted and not really care about how she got it herself—was more worried about her getting what she needed than anyone else she’d been with?

  Maybe her type had been wrong for a long damn time.

  Maybe.

  But she hardly knew Judge. She shouldn’t make assumptions. He only asked her what he needed to do to make her come. It wasn’t like it was some life-changing thing.

  Her life had already changed enough.

  When he had stilled, he had done it partially inside her and now his erection flexed. Maybe with impatience.

  “Havin’ second thoughts?”

  Holy shit, by her losing herself in her thoughts, he saw it as rejection. That wasn’t even close. “Sorry.”

  He shifted and slid free from her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, me, too.”

  “No... Judge...” She squeezed her eyes shut. She was bungling this all up. “I’m not having second thoughts. I want you.” She reached up and cupped his jaw. “I really want you,” she whispered. “My head is just messing with me. That’s why
I apologized. Not because I don’t want this.” His jaw shifted under her palm. “I don’t want you to stop. Please...”

  If she expected a positive reaction from him, she didn’t get it. Instead, he pulled away even further. “If you don’t got second thoughts now, gonna tomorrow.”

  She frowned. “I’m here now. Naked. In your bed.”

  “Been distant. Not with me.”

  “Yes, that’s on me, not you. And I’ll say it again... Sorry.”

  As he rolled off her, moving to her side, she also moved, rolling with him. And when he landed on his back, she immediately climbed on top of him.

  “Oh no,” she said. “You’re not leaving me hanging like that.” She did her best to straddle his wide body with both her hands and knees, but, crap, he was big. “I’m not leaving you hanging like that, either. You don’t eat the appetizer then skip out before the meal. That’s just rude.”

  His hands gripped her hips as she hovered above him, her breasts hanging low enough that her nipples brushed against his chest.

  She dropped all of her weight on him, figuring he could handle it. It seemed he could since he didn’t complain or push her off.

  She took his mouth and swept her tongue through it once before pulling back. “Now, I’m sorry I got caught up in my head. I promise I’m with you.” She slid down far enough that the head of his cock was right there again. And she hoped he would take what she was offering.

  “Would suck to waste a wrap,” he grumbled and tilted his hips sharply while he pushed down on her hips.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as he filled her once again.

  “With me?” he asked, sounding a little amused this time.

  “I’m sooooo with you,” she breathed.

  “Good,” he grunted. She squealed and her eyes flew open when he flipped them over and drove hard and fast into her again. “Like it like that?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Want it gentle?”

  “No.”

  He grinned. “Good.”

  She squeezed his hips with her thighs, grabbed his beard with both hands and yanked his head down until she had his mouth again.

  While he controlled the pace and the angle of the thrusts, she controlled their kiss. But when his pounding slowed, the control of the kiss changed. He deepened it and forced his way past her tongue, claiming her mouth instead.