“Then let’s hit it.” Holy crap, did that just come out of her mouth? It had to be the exhaustion and the tequila combo. “I’m fading fast. Especially after the booze. Where’s Jury?”
“Probably with Justice sleeping in Deke’s bed. Will grab her on the way upstairs.”
“He lives here, too?”
“Yeah, one of the rooms in the bunkhouse.”
“Guess I’m getting that tour anyway.”
“Gonna be quick and we’ll avoid the closed doors.”
“Your brothers actually close their doors?”
He snorted and tugged on her hand, directing her to the back corridor. “Sure they won’t mind if you wanna watch.”
“Only if you want me to compare.”
“Can compare all you want. Only one Judge.”
“Is that a blessing or a curse?”
“Blessin’ to other men, curse to all the other women out there who can’t have me.”
Cassie didn’t bother to smother her laugh. She let him hear it loud and clear.
But that laugh quickly disappeared once they got upstairs and he showed her just how right he was.
Chapter Nineteen
Another fucking week and nothing.
Christmas flew by and even though he loved spending every fucking minute of the holiday with Cassie and her girl, including watching Daisy’s face and reactions during the Christmas parade in town, all he had wanted to give Cassie for Christmas—besides his fucking dick—was her freedom from Lange.
He couldn’t give her that until he found the fucker. So far, he’d failed. Every time he tried, he came up empty and it made no sense how a financial nerd and gambling addict had turned into the Invisible Man.
Time was running out on him shacking up with Cassie in her sister’s house, too. The homeowners were coming home the day after New Year’s since both had to get back to work. That meant Cassie was back to sharing Daisy’s bed, unless he could find a place for her and her girl. They hadn’t discussed it, but it would need to be a discussion to have. And soon.
He considered moving them into his apartment temporarily, but it was too damn small for three people. Even with Daisy being pint-sized, her attitude was full-on adult.
Three people, one tiny bathroom and one bed wasn’t going to cut it. Plus, he doubted Cassie would agree since Melanie was heading back to college after the holidays and she’d be relying once more on Heather and Ty to babysit the kid while she worked.
This all added to his fucking frustration.
No Lange. And soon, for him, there’d be no Cassie.
And if he had to, he’d admit the sassy-mouthed Cassie clone had grown on him, too. He actually didn’t mind her waking his ass up to demand he make her dog-shaped pancakes or watch cartoons with her.
There was that, too. Jury had been sleeping in the kid’s bed every damn night. The girls, both two- and four-legged, had bonded.
It got him in the gut every time Cass went to check on Daisy, and he went with her to check on Jury, that Cassie’s girl slept with her arms wrapped around Judge’s girl.
Fuck. He might be losing all his girls. He definitely needed to do something about that.
His eyes tracked Cassie as she came out of the bathroom wearing something he never saw her wear before. Had she been holding out?
“Jesus fuck,” rumbled deep from within his chest.
She stopped in the center of the room, put a hand on her curvy hip and jutted out not only that hip, but those fucking tits. If that didn’t catch his attention, nothing would.
She tilted her head as she took him in lounging on the bed. “Is that a complaint? Shall I return it?”
“You spent scratch on that?”
“Well, I had wanted to give you something for Christmas. You’re just getting it a little late because I had to order it online and shipping got delayed.”
Early, late, that wasn’t the fucking point. He was just surprised to get anything at all, especially after telling her not to spend her money on him.
“You spent scratch on that,” he repeated. She bought that for him, even though she was counting her pennies. She didn’t already have that outfit tucked away somewhere, she went and bought it for him.
For Christmas.
Best fucking Christmas gift he’d ever unwrap.
Hell, best Christmas gift ever.
The only thing better would be if she became his ol’ lady and it was his cut she was wearing over her naked body.
If she did agree to being claimed at the table, it would solve the housing issue. He’d have to move out of the apartment and get a place big enough for three of them. With space for Jury, too.
And maybe a second pup for Daisy so he could get Jury back.
That was another discussion they needed to have.
But they’d only known each other for about a damn month. And he knew Daisy would be her greatest concern. Rightly so.
He couldn’t have Cassie without Daisy. And he was all right with that.
But right now, the kid wasn’t on his mind. Right now, her mother, who looked sexy as fuck, was.
Because, fuck him, the silky baby doll negligee that hardly corralled her tits, and definitely didn’t hide even one of her curves, had made him hard as fuck.
Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, with just a few long tendrils falling around her face, her eyes held a naughty look and she wore a wicked smile.
He was torn between ripping that fucking thing off her or keeping it on when he threw her on the bed and fucked her until that mouth wasn’t curved in a smile, but in a big-ass O.
Or he could do both.
Yeah, fuck it. It was his Christmas present, right? He could fuck her with it on, then fuck her with it off. “Door locked?”
Her head twisted in that direction and she rushed over to double-check. “Yes.”
“Stay there.”
She turned to face him, the white door a perfect backdrop for his beautiful woman. Blue silk that matched her eyes touching every part of her he himself wanted to touch.
“Jealous of that fucking thing right now.”
“This thing?” She slid her hand over exposed upper curves, then the covered underside of her tits.
“Keep goin’,” he demanded, pulling himself upright against the headboard. He was getting comfortable for this show.
“Where do you want me to go?” The huskiness of her voice made his dick throb.
“You know where.”
“Here?” She touched the fabric at her stomach.
“Show me what’s beneath it.”
She pulled the hem of the baby doll top up slightly, exposing the little matching panties. “Like this?”
Fuck, she was a damn tease. “You horny?”
A flush covered her chest and cheeks, and her eyelids were heavy. Yeah, she was fucking horny.
“Are you?” she asked, staring at his hard dick which he was now stroking slowly.
“Slide those panties off and bring ‘em here.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’re awfully bossy.”
Nothing but a game. He played along. “Ain’t begun to show you bossy.”
She bit her bottom lip, slipped her hand into her panties and began to play with herself.
The woman wanted him to lose his fucking mind. “Told you to take them the fuck off.”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, her eyes closed, and her hand moved restlessly under the small scrap of silky material. She let out little gasps just loud enough for him to hear.
Damn wicked tease. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Baby,” caught in his throat. “Gave you an order. Gotta listen.”
She still ignored him and releasing her bottom lip, her mouth gaped open and her head fell back. A low, soft moan reached his ears.
Despite being annoyed at her for not listening, a smile crept across his face anyway. “Baby,” he said in a warning tone, as he heard her breathing turn to little pants. He
stroked faster, watching her get herself off. “Cassie…”
Every muscle on her locked, her tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm, and she whimpered softly, but she jerked her hand out of her panties like she’d touched fire.
Her head snapped up, she shoved her panties down, and rushed over to the bed.
His fist had frozen mid-motion when she had stopped just before orgasming. And now he was scrambling to get a wrap open and over his dick as she climbed onto the bed and over his lap.
“Fuck, baby. Gimme—”
She knocked the wrap out of his hand and sank down on his dick, drawing both a groan and a bit of panic from him.
“Cass,” he growled, even though he did nothing to stop her riding his dick like he was a bucking bronco and she was hanging on for those eight seconds, because, fuck, her fucking him bareback was mind-blowing. “Cass,” he tried again. “Fuck!”
She sank down onto his lap, taking him as deep as he could go. Her blue eyes opened and she stared right into his. “The teddy isn’t your only Christmas present.”
What the fuck was she talking about? He certainly wasn’t looking to get her pregnant. They had a long way to go before he’d even consider that. Plus, he was thirty-seven now. Babies weren’t even in his plan.
He already had a son he didn’t see and, if it was up to him, a future “daughter” who wasn’t his. As much as he wanted Cassie in his life, he hadn’t even considered babies with her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Remember after Shade’s party when I asked you to get tested and I told you I’d do the same just to make it fair?”
“Yeah,” he grunted as her luscious ass ground into him.
“We gave them my email address to send the results.”
Fuck, between Christmas and all the Lange shit, he forgot about that.
“I read the email this morning.”
“Guess we’re good to go?”
“Yes.” She rose slowly, until the head of his dick was barely inside her.
“Ain’t the only reason to wear a wrap, baby,” he reminded her.
She slowly slid back down his length, then ground once more against him, making it hard for him to concentrate on her words. “You never asked because we were wearing condoms and I thought it was smart to continue, but… Merry belated Christmas. I’ve been on birth control since right after Daisy was done nursing.”
He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still, and pulled his head back to get a good look at her face. “Baby, it’s more than that, it’s…”
“I know. You got burned.” She cupped his cheek. “I trust you, Judge. One hundred percent. Do you trust me?”
He stared at the woman on his lap. The one he was considering taking as his ol’ lady. The one he wanted to get a place together with. The one he wanted to build a life with.
He couldn’t do that without trusting her.
He needed to trust her in this. To trust her in all things. They had nothing without it.
And he wanted something with her.
For fuck’s sake, he wanted everything with her.
Maybe even babies.
Christ. He closed his eyes for a minute. That last thought had been totally unexpected.
Fingers sliding over his cheek and down his beard made him open his eyes. Made him see the woman he was connected to. And not just because she was currently sitting on his dick.
“Yeah, baby, I trust you.” That came out a lot easier than he thought it would.
“You sure? Because you look a little pale.” She grinned at him, then circled her hips.
“Just a little? Pretty fuckin’ dead right now.”
She dropped her forehead to his chest and her body shook against him. When she lifted her head, she said, “Well, you are pretty stiff.”
He thrust his hips up. “Everythin’ about you makes me fuckin’ hard.”
“I love everything about you, too.” With that, she began to move again, drawing him in and out of her wet heat, her pussy pulsing around him.
Wait. She fucking just dropped that bomb and then continued like the world just didn’t tilt on its axis? Like it was something she casually said to him every fucking day?
He needed to add that conversation to his ever-growing list of discussions.
Right now, he wanted to fuck, not talk. His thoughts would be a lot clearer when her pussy wasn’t squeezing his dick.
He sat back against the headboard and watched as her beaded nipples lifted and fell behind the slippery blue fabric. He bet that sensation turned her on even more. Ripping the clip from the top of her head, he let her hair fall around her shoulders and over her tits. He grabbed a handful and tugged her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
When he latched on and sucked her heated skin hard, her whimper rose up her throat and vibrated against his lips. He scraped his teeth along her pounding pulse, along her jaw and pressed his lips to her ear. “Gonna come, baby. Need you to come soon.”
He wasn’t lying that he was about to blow. Yeah, it was way too quick, but they had all fucking night.
This first time he’d consider a warm-up. Especially now with no wrap and just the two of them. Nothing between them except that sexy nightie.
That was fucking hot as fuck.
But no wrap also made it harder to keep from coming. Even though this was supposed to be his gift, he didn’t want to leave her in his dust.
The thought of coming inside her didn’t help the pressure that was building, the tightening of his balls and the urge to fill her completely. To know, when she was sleeping beside him, she’d still hold a part of him inside her.
It was crazy. He’d never had that need before. But in his mind, it was another step toward making her his, including her permanently in his life.
She would belong to him and he to her. Because going without a wrap, birth control or not, meant neither of them would be with anyone else.
Only one damn obstacle remained.
Her slamming herself down on his cock and muffling her cries by pressing her mouth into his shoulder, drew him out of the thoughts that had helped delay his own orgasm until she got hers.
Once she melted against him, her ragged breath hot and damp against his skin, he flipped her over, buried himself between her soft thighs and drove hard and fast into her, quickly chasing what she had achieved.
“Givin’ you my cum.” He grunted into her hair as he powered deep one last time and held, spilling inside her, his pounding heart skipping a beat.
And once his balls were empty and his dick done twitching, he began to move lazily in and out of her as he took her mouth and kissed her gently. Continuing to enjoy the connection they had until he had no choice but to slip from her.
As he rolled to his back, she began to get out of bed. He grabbed her arm to stop her. “Stay. Don’t move.”
“But I should clean up…”
“No. Gonna fuck you again as soon as my dick wakes up. Gonna get some good use out of that nightie tonight. Just gonna keep fillin’ you up again and again, ‘til I can’t get hard anymore.”
“That’ll leave a big wet spot.”
He grinned. “Might have to buy them a new mattress.”
Her lips twitched, too. “Are you going to explain to them why?”
“Yep. Gonna tell ‘em you can’t get enough of my dick.”
“I can’t wait to see their face when you do.”
“Can’t wait to see your face when I do.” She whacked his arm and he rolled out of bed. “Gonna get you a washcloth, then we have to do a bit of jawin’.”
“Jawin’?” she echoed.
“Got some shit we need to discuss,” he threw over his shoulder as he went into the master bathroom, cleaned himself up, took a piss, and ran a washcloth under the faucet.
When he came back out, he was relieved she was still wearing that nightie. That was his present to unwrap and he was going to take his time doing it.
He handed her the wet washcl
oth and climbed in next to her. While she was taking care of business, he said, “Gotta thank you for my gift. Was a complete fuckin’ surprise. Best gift ever.”
“You never got anything cool for Christmas as a kid?”
“Nothin’ as hot as you. Always had some crazy fantasies and you’re one that came true.”
Her face softened as she rolled into his side, wrapped her arm around his waist and propped her chin on his chest. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever received.”
“It’s true. And, believe me, I jerked off a lot as a kid.” Still did. But his Fleshlight was going to get a lot less use if Cassie stayed in his life.
Her face twisted. “Should I still take it as a compliment?”
“Yeah, if you can empty a man’s nut sac that easily, take it as a compliment.”
She sighed and he grinned.
But that grin quickly fell. “Gotta apologize, Cass.”
She turned surprised eyes up toward him. “For what?”
“Wanted my gift to you to be you free of your ex. Did my fuckin’ best, my best wasn’t good enough.”
“Judge—”
“Wanted to at least give you that. Failed you.”
She sighed again. “You didn’t fail me. You didn’t cause any of this. And, really, it’s not your responsibility to free me of this mess.”
“Wanted to do it for you. For your girl. Make it a good holiday.”
She traced his nipple, making it bead. “It was a great one. I’ve got a roof over my head. I have a healthy, happy daughter. And…”
“And?”
“I’ve got you.”
Damn. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He combed his fingers through her hair. “Didn’t miss what you said. Just like the nightie, wasn’t expectin’ that.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t, either. It just… I just said what I felt… what I feel.”
She was the first woman who told him that and he believed her. His ex-wife said it often, but he never believed her. Not one time. Her actions had spoken louder than her words.
The same with Cassie. Even if she never said it, he felt it. And that right there was everything and made him want her even more. “Ain’t a hard woman to love, Cass.”
“Oh, another compliment!”
He smirked. “Ain’t bad to look at, either.”
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