by Layla Frost
It was driving me out of my mind, but in the best possible way.
“Hey, ya rea— Guess not.”
Startled, I jolted away without thinking. Thankfully, Judge’s reflexes were sharp, catching me with one hand and quickly blocking my breasts with his forearm before whoever it was got a show.
Or maybe more of one.
“Get the fuck out,” Judge ordered so angrily, I was a little scared, but also a lot wet.
“Already leaving. Good to,” whoever started laughing, “see you, O.”
“I’ll cut your fuckin’ balls off and let O feed ‘em to you.”
My eyes snapped to Judge’s, and though he winked, I got the distinct feeling he was not joking.
Once the door closed, I jumped off his lap and grabbed my bra, putting it on quickly. “Was that Jury?”
I bent to pick up my shirt when Judge came up behind me. Fingers splayed, he palmed my ass cheeks before sliding his hands to my hips. Even with his legs spread, he had to lift my feet practically off the ground in order to press his hard cock against my ass. I stood upright, and he kept hold with one hand, moving the other to my front. He slid it from my pelvis to my stomach, over my breasts, stopping only once it was curved under my jaw.
He dipped his head into my neck, biting before licking to soothe the spark of pain. “Lose my fuckin’ head with you. Knew Jury was coming, knew anyone could walk in, but couldn’t think of anything but tasting you.” His hand on my hip moved to cup me between the legs. “Feeling you.”
I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, but he didn’t take it.
“Gotta go out, but I’ll only be a few hours. When I get home…” He didn’t finish his thought with words, but his tightened grip on my pussy and throat said everything.
And so did my one-word answer.
“Okay.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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GIVE AND TAKE
OPHELIA
OH SHIT.
The rumbling engine of a motorcycle cut off outside.
Oh damn, hell, shit.
After Judge and Jury had taken off, I’d been left alone to sort through my feelings and thoughts.
Feeling one: I felt like I wanted Judge.
Thought one: I thought about how I’d be having sex with Judge.
End of list.
I may have been nervous, but I didn’t doubt it was the right decision. I’d spent long enough fighting against whatever was happening between us—the boom or whatever Nox had said.
I didn’t know anything about Judge’s boom, but I was eager to experience his bang.
I was halfway down the hall when Judge walked through the door and took a few steps toward the family room. He stopped suddenly, his eyes shooting to where I stood.
We stayed in the standoff for seconds that stretched like hours.
Judge released his helmet to fall with a loud clatter.
Then everything happened at once.
He stormed toward me, shrugging off his cut before reaching behind his neck to pull his tee over his head.
I walked backwards, unzipping my hoodie to reveal I only wore a pretty bra under. Dropping it to the floor, I was tempted to also remove my joggers, but my movements weren’t coordinated enough and I didn’t have time.
Judge was there, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him. His mouth crashed down on mine, and there was nothing soft. Nothing subtle.
He took it, claimed it, marked it as his.
And I gave it.
Gave it to him and the mayhem he’d brought to my life.
“Door?” I asked.
“Locked.”
Our mouths crash together again.
“Condom?” he growled between kisses, his lips dragging mine, as though he couldn’t bear to pull away even for a moment.
I shook my head. “Pill.”
He froze with his forehead pressed to mine, understanding not just the permission I’d given but also the trust. When he moved again, it was to order, “Drop your legs.”
I did as he said, and he set me on my feet before dropping onto his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers in my waistband, he pulled my pants and panties down my legs. He lifted my calf, yanking the bundled fabric free. But rather than drop it to repeat the process with my other leg, he threw it over his shoulder and buried his head between my thighs.
His mouth covered my pussy, his tongue thrusting in to taste and tease.
I fell against the wall, and when he tried to pull away—likely to check if I was okay—I speared my fingers into his hair and held him to me.
His groan vibrated, and I tugged again, wanting the sensation back.
Using the wall for leverage, he lifted me onto my toes, spreading my legs so he could get more.
His teeth.
His lips.
And his blessed tongue.
They all worked together with his possessive grip and his enthusiasm to build the rush of bliss higher. When his teeth caught my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling over it, I came undone, fucking his face with a wild abandonment I’d never experienced.
My orgasm hadn’t even faded when I ordered, “More.”
Smiling his wicked smile, he looked up at me and wiped the shine from his mouth. “Whatever my princess wants,” he started before licking his palm, “she fuckin’ gets.”
His body slid against mine as he stood, lifting me as he went. Pinning me to the wall, he shoved his pants down just far enough to free himself. He held his cock in one hand and lowered me onto it slowly, his muscles jerking and flexing with his restraint.
I’d known he was big. A man wasn’t as cocky and confident as he was unless he packed something impressive or knew how to work what he had. But feeling it through his jeans hadn’t prepared me.
Because he didn’t just fill me.
He stretched me.
He branded me from the inside out, creating the best kind of ache that grew with each inch he gave. Once I had all of him, he tried to pause so I could adjust, but I didn’t give him the chance. I rocked my hips, wanting more. Wanting it all.
I took.
Greedily.
And Judge—the beautiful, charming, psycho—gave.
Relentlessly.
Savagely.
Brutally.
One hand under my ass, his other at my throat with his thumb pushing my chin up, he took my mouth and gave me his cock.
Even if I wanted to let it build, there was no holding my orgasm back. It ripped through me, fire in my veins and power in my nerve endings. My neck arched, and I tried to end the kiss but Judge bit my chin before taking it back, swallowing my moans.
His movements changed. Unhinged and raw, he slammed into me, my back sliding with each uneven, frantic thrust. Smacking the wall next to my head to steady himself, his harsh groan echoed around us as he came, filling me.
Breathless and slicked with sweat, my tight muscles loosened, and I had no choice but to give my weight to Judge.
He took it easily, supporting me with one hand while the other stayed propped against the wall. His head hung, the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders slowing.
“You can—” I started, trying to tell him he could set me down, but he turned his head and kissed me, taking away the breath I’d just caught.
It was a soul-searing, panty-melting, butterfly-moshing kiss that was as hot as it was beautiful.
We were both breathless by the time he tore his mouth away. He carried me to the bathroom and set me on the sink, cleaning me with the same tenderness he’d used when treating my scrapes the first day.
When he was done, he brought me to the bedroom and lowered me to stand.
And then he turned and walked out.
Um, okay then.
What the hell was that?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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CUPCAKES ARE THE BEST
OPHELIA
I HAVE ACHES in mu
scles I didn’t even know existed.
Stretching under the hot spray of water, I tried to loosen my shoulders. Unfortunately, the tension in them wasn’t just from sex and an unfamiliar sleeping position.
After our hallway fun the day before, I’d been worried about how quiet Judge had gotten, but he’d been back to normal before long. We’d spent the rest of the night watching TV in the family room before his teasing hands and tormenting mouth had ganged up on me, and he’d fucked me bent over the couch.
I’d felt guilty since they had a strict ‘no sex on the communal furniture’ rule, but as he’d pointed out, only my hands had been touching the couch, so it’d been a logistics win.
When we were done, he’d again gently cleaned me before carrying me to bed. Although he’d held me—and woke me with his tongue a few hours later—something had felt… off.
He’d already been showered and dressed when he’d woken me that morning by trailing his fingertips along my collarbone. I’d hoped for more, but after setting my coffee on the bedside table, he’d told me we had errands to run before walking out.
I didn’t know what the errands were, but trip preparations usually entailed shopping, and I was always down for that.
After finishing my shower, I dried off and dressed in leggings and a tee. As I got ready, my thoughts bounced between wondering about Judge and wondering where we’d be going.
Once I was done, I went to the bedroom to grab my shoes but paused when I saw my pink tulle skirt and a cropped white tee had been set out. I smiled at the visual of big, badass Judge holding the fluffy pink skirt. It was my very favorite—and that was saying something because I had a lot of favorites.
Other than wearing jeans to Rye, I’d stuck to pajamas and leggings since sitting around called for comfort not cute.
But running errands? That totally called for cute.
Throwing off my clothes, I pulled on the skirt and top before taking a deep breath. Some of the tension between my shoulder blades loosened. If Judge was making wardrobe suggestions, things were obviously okay.
Beyond that, though, I felt more like myself than I had in… years. I was relaxed.
Happier.
The time away—unscheduled and unconventional as it was—had been much needed.
I could do without the threat to my safety, though.
Slipping on my shoes, I opened the door to leave but stopped in my tracks when my eyes landed on the hallway wall.
More specifically, the hole in the wall I’d been too tired and distracted to see in the dim lighting the night before.
The one that was around the same height as my head.
Positioned right where we’d had sex.
And right where Judge had slammed his hand as he’d come.
I made him come so hard, he put a hole in the wall.
And I thought wearing my favorite outfit would be my big confidence boost for the day.
Ignoring my body’s response to the memory, I headed to the front door and found Judge, Jury, and Glitch waiting. And, though they all glanced over at my approach, only Judge’s eyes stayed locked on me.
No, okay, the way he looks at me is my confidence boost for life.
“We’ll meet you outside,” Glitch said.
“No.” Jury shook his head. “We leave and they won’t. We’ve got an appointment.”
“Fuck the appointment,” Judge muttered, taking a step toward me.
Risking his arm’s wellbeing, Jury reached out and grabbed his brother. “You know I’m right.”
Judge glared at Jury, dropping his glare to where he held him, and then back up. Jury was smart enough to release his hold, but it’d served its purpose and Judge stayed where he was.
“Ready?” he asked me.
“Yup,” I said, going for chipper enthusiasm as though I wasn’t two seconds away from launching myself at him.
His sexy, knowing smirk didn’t help.
Once we were outside, I asked, “Where’re we going?”
“Gotta take the bikes in for a tune-up before tomorrow.”
I glanced down at my outfit.
Not what I’d have worn had I known I’d be sitting in a garage waiting room, but at least I’ll be the best dressed there.
Or I’ll look as out of place as Waldo in the Starry Night painting.
Either way.
I was cool to stand out, awkward or not, but when my eyes went from my skirt to the bike, a bigger issue hit me.
“I’ve gotta change into pants,” I said to Judge’s back.
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “No.”
“It’ll only take me two minutes, otherwise everyone’s gonna get a show when my skirt blows up around my waist.”
“Not happenin’.”
“Why not?”
He turned and held out a faded and cool as hell leather jacket. Giving him my back, he slipped it on me, but I didn’t have the chance to step away before he reached around and cupped one of my breasts. His lips grazed my ear as he admitted, “Been thinkin’ about you in that skirt since I saw it. Jerked-off picturing lifting the pretty fabric so I could see and taste your prettier pussy. Gotta go to the garage then get you the best cupcakes you’ll ever eat. But after, I’ll get something even sweeter on my tongue before I finally fuck you in this skirt.” His free hand splayed across my pelvis. “And, after last night, I know it’ll be a fuck-ton better than any fantasy.”
A rush of arousal crashed over me so strongly, I got lightheaded and wasn’t entirely sure I didn’t have a mini-orgasm.
I didn’t think I could get any wetter, but he proved me wrong by using his hold to press me against him, the thick, unmistakable evidence of his own arousal at my back. “And I’d never let anyone see what’s mine.”
He released his hold on me, and I whipped around, ready to climb him. Or maybe tackle him to the ground and reverse-cowgirl it. Before I could do either, the roar of bikes started, reminding me we weren’t alone. My cheeks flushed red hot.
At least we were facing away so they didn’t see me getting felt up.
And Judge is so big, they probably couldn’t see anything but his body.
His big, powerful body, curved around mine, all sexily and…
Giving myself a mental shake, I looked down at the jacket I was swimming in. The length of it covered everything needing coverage and the weight held the skirt in place.
It was perfect.
Plus, I looked badass.
He’s so not getting this back.
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“God, it smells good.” Rounding the corner, my steps faltered when I saw the massive line out the door. “Oh no.”
My taste buds’ hopes were raised and now they’re dashed.
When we’d pulled into the side lot, Judge and the guys had parked at the service entrance bay doors. As soon as the weirdly appealing smell of bike fumes dissipated, the overwhelming scent of cake had hit me, making my stomach growl and my mouth water. I’d practically pulled Judge around to the front and had been surprised to see the large building only housed two businesses—not the strip mall I’d expected.
The angular sign over one entrance said Hyde Garage.
The swirly, loopy sign—complete with a cupcake—over the other said Sweets Your Rock Bakery.
A garage and a bakery.
What a bizarrely opposite combo.
Taking my hand, Judge walked into the garage entrance.
Homana haawaaa…
It’s ridiculously good-looking guy heaven in here.
Behind the counter, a muscular man ruffled through papers, his blond hair pulled back in a knot. The guy next to him looked like the boy next door, but with almost as many tattoos as Glitch. And glaring at the computer with intense, dark eyes was another hottie.
The blond looked up as we approached. “Hawkins,” he greeted before going through a swinging door behind him.
Judge was still the sexiest man I’d ever seen, but I had two working eyes.
“Don’t make me drag your ass back to the bike and remind you who you belong to,” Judge whispered teasingly… or maybe not.
A tremble ran through me, going straight to my clit even as I whispered back, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
He used his hold on my hand to pull me so my back was at his side before wrapping an arm around my chest. “Look forward to proving you wrong later, princess.”
The man came into the waiting room through another door, and Judge released me just long enough to shake the man’s hand, doing the dude-hug thing. When he was done, he put his arm back around my chest. “Ophelia, this is Jake Hyde.” He jerked his head toward the counter. “That’s Eli, and the one about to throw the computer across the room is Xavier.”
“It’s pissing me off,” Xavier said, stabbing at the keyboard as he typed.
Glitch looked horrified and personally insulted. “Easy, Jeeeeeesus.” He hopped the counter and shoved Xavier out of the way before gently tapping the keys.
“Nice to meet you,” Jake said, the other two offering waves I returned.
“You, too.”
“Hasn’t even been a month since you were in,” he pointed out to Judge. “Happens fast, yeah?”
I thought they were talking about wear and tear on the motorcycles until Judge said, “Only if you’re lucky.”
I guess if you’re able to ride enough to need work done so soon, that’s lucky even if it’s probably expensive.
“Your bikes at the bay?” Eli asked.
Glitch barely looked up as he slid his keys along the counter. Jury grabbed Judge’s from him and brought them over.
“She’s going with, yeah?” Jake asked Judge, but he didn’t give him time to answer. “Stupid question. I’ll make sure it’s set.” He started for the door he’d come through, saying, “Go through the back way, I left my door propped. She’s got tons of shit set aside, but I can’t guarantee how long it’ll last with these vultures around.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Judge told his retreating back.
Glitch didn’t look up from the computer. “Your greedy ass better bring me something.”
“No,” Judge said simply, earning a middle finger from Glitch.
We made our way through the building with enough ease to show he’d taken that way before. He opened a door, kicking the wooden wedge out of the way so it would close behind us.