by Eva Luxe
“I know. I didn’t know where she was going with that motion, and I can’t believe the judge stuck me with the result of it.”
“Mr. Bradford.” Sherman glares at me as if I’m a disobedient child who is purposefully not understanding what he’s saying. “Ms. Morrell did everything right in your case, and even under the rather difficult circumstances of having to do it all the way you wanted her to do it. I believe she was on her way to winning your case, and I can’t understand why you continue to switch lawyers, even after you had the incredible luck to have an associate formerly of the esteemed Holt firm working on your case.”
I sigh, doing my best not to roll my eyes. Obviously, he’s under the fancy-firm-name spell and doesn’t understand why I had to fire Ms. Morrell.
“She’s still with the Holt firm,” I correct Sherman. “I was just a temporary gig. To impress them.”
And her boyfriend’s father, I think, without saying out loud.
“And to get her job back faster.”
And to get her ex-boyfriend back faster.
“Mr. Bradford, since you believe you know so much about Ms. Morrell’s professional status, I must correct your misconceptions. The way I hear it, Ms. Morrell is out on her own full time now, and is taking a more active role in the Veterans’ Legal Alliance. She tendered her resignation at Holt after outing some rather devious and unethical practices of theirs to one of their clients.”
I stare at him, flabbergasted. Riley did what?
“So, while I’d be happy to represent you,” Sherman continues, “I feel compelled to tell you that you made a mistake by firing Ms. Morrell. I charge a very hefty retainer, and in your case most of my work has been done for me by Ms. Morell. I can just take what she’s done and run with it at trial. I think you’ll likely win, but I also think you’d do just as well with Ms. Morrell, who I know to be an excellent trial attorney, and she is free to you, through the VLA.”
I’m confused by this lawyer’s honesty. Does he want my money or not? And he’s missing the entire point.
“Mr. Anders, I don’t want to use that defense. I am only going to hire you— or any lawyer— who clearly understands that.”
“You don’t want to use self-defense as your defense?” Now he’s looking at me as if I’m crazy. “What other possible defense could possibly be better?”
“No, not that,” I tell him, exasperated. “I don’t want to use the PTSD defense.”
He stares at me quizzically.
“Ms. Morrell wasn’t using a PTSD defense in your case.”
Now this is starting to get absurd.
“I’m sorry? She hired Dr. Levi Ross, a PTSD expert.”
“Mr. Bradford. She hired him to testify that you don’t have PTSD.”
“What? Why…?”
I can’t even think straight. Did I unjustly fire Riley? Was she really doing what I’d asked, all along?
“Because she anticipates that the prosecution is going to say that you have PTSD and you flipped out due to flashbacks and pummeled the victim for no good reason. She is prepared to have the expert testify that you do not have PTSD and that anyone in your situation would have reacted the way you did, with good reason.”
I feel like such an idiot. And all I can think of is Riley.
“Mr. Anders. I thank you very much for your time. My consultation fee was money well spent. Thank you for explaining to me what I missed. I’m going to take my file back now. There’s someone I need to personally deliver it to.”
“I think that’s a wise decision, Mr. Bradford. She’s the rightful owner of that file, much more than I am.”
Chapter 28
Riley
I’m at home reviewing my new client files that I picked up from Tim, when my doorbell rings. I look out the window: It’s nearly dark, and pouring down rain, and I’m not expecting anyone.
I throw on a hoodie around the thin tank top I’m wearing, and pull it around me without zippering it as I hesitantly open my front door. I leave the screen door open.
“Jensen.”
He looks like a wet puppy dog, except a thousand times more pitiful and more adorable.
“Riley, I’m so sorry. I completely misjudged you.”
“About what?”
“About my case. And just about… everything.”
I look at him dubiously, having no idea what caused his sudden change of heart. Someone must have told him that I’d quit Holt.
But I didn’t do that for him. I’d done it for me. Of course, I don’t know if I would have gotten to that point if it hadn’t been for him.
I just stand there looking at him, confused, yet hopeful, until he says, “Riley, open the door.”
“No,” I tell him, shaking my head.
I’ve missed him. I’ll give him that. I’ve been telling Brynn every day how much I wish I would have let him fuck me— and she has been insisting that I still can. I guess she’s right. But now that he’s here, in front of me, I’m mad at him. How dare he think he can do that and get away with it?
He puts a foot inside my door and pushes the screen door in a bit. I feel his thigh brush up against mine. I swear I can feel his huge package underneath his pants, and I want him so badly.
“Get out of here,” I tell him, hurling my anger at him, but mostly because I want him so bad but I don’t want to give in. I push the screen door back towards him “You don’t deserve me.”
“I know,” he says, pushing it back against me again, easing his way in a little more, reaching out for my arm. “But give me a chance to beg for forgiveness. Please.”
I push open the screen door, gently, but as soon as I have it part way open he nearly rips it from my hands and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me in a way that is somehow rough and gentle at the same time.
At first, I turn my face away and then swat at him, but at the same time I say, “Oh, my God, your kiss…” and my voice betrays the resolute air I was trying to put on.
This only encourages him to kiss me more deeply, more passionately, until finally I return his kiss with equal fervor as he runs his hands up and down my wet, now-messy hair.
“It’s raining.”
I point out the obvious to him in between kisses.
“I know. Somebody better invite me inside before I melt.”
I grab his hand and lead him into my house. It feels new but right to have him inside it for the first time ever.
He picks me up and grabs my ass. I wrap my legs around his broad pelvis.
“I really am sorry I misjudged you completely,” he whispers into my ear.
“To be fair, you judged me correctly for part of it. You just also… inspired me to change.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It must be. It must mean I want to date you.”
He pauses, his breath panting faintly near my ear.
“Don’t you want to date me?”
I feel rather pathetic, having put it all out there like that and not having gotten anything back in return.
“No. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“I thought you didn’t have girlfriends.”
“You’re right. I didn’t have girlfriends. But there’s a first time for everything, Miss Full-Time Veterans’ Legal Alliance lawyer. And before I fuck you, I want you to know that I want to date you.”
I laugh as he kisses my neck and squeezes my ass harder.
“Which way to the bedroom?”
“It’s upstairs,” I say, with a smile.
He begins walking to the stairs, carrying me and still kissing me along the way.
I’m pretty heavy, I want to say, but as he easily takes the first stair and then the second, I change my mind and say, “You’re really strong,” instead.
“So say the men I carried out of caves and rescued off of mountains,” he says.
I laugh and he adds, “Not to brag or anything….”
He’s not even winded when we get to the top. He turns me around and lays m
e down on my bed, with my legs still wrapped around him.
“What a sexy outfit you wore to greet me at your front door in,” he says, as he peels off my hoodie.
“I had no idea you were coming,” I protest.
“But you were sure glad to see me.”
“Ha,” I say, as he pulls my tank top over my head and then expertly unclasps my bra. “That’s true.”
I reach my head up to kiss his amazing lips.
He looks me up and down and suddenly I realize that he thinks I’m incredibly sexy just the way I am. I shouldn’t have ever wanted to change anything about myself. I lean into him, craving his touch.
“Wait, what is this?” he asks, playfully pulling away. “No backing away anymore? What happened to sexual relationships with your clients being prohibited?”
“Loophole,” I say, pulling him closer to me once again. “I’m not your lawyer. You fired me, remember?”
“But I need you to be my lawyer again.”
He looks down at me, genuinely upset. It’s touching that he wants me to represent him, but I still can’t help but laugh.
“You’re in luck. A lawyer is allowed to represent a client if there’s a pre- existing sexual relationship, but she’s not allowed to become sexually involved with a client during the course of her representation if no such relationship existed before.”
“Huh?” he says, as he lightly kisses my neck. “Break that down into layman’s terms for your non-lawyer boyfriend, while he kisses your sexy neck.”
“If you’re already my boyfriend and you need my legal services, there’s nothing preventing me from representing you. But if you just walk in off the street— or walk up to me in jail— and hire me as your lawyer and then we begin a relationship, that’s bad.”
“I get it. So, we have to have sex before I re-hire you.”
His tongue traces a bee line down my neck and I arch my back, craving more. I want to keep feeling him all over me, and inside me.
“Uh huh.”
“And I have to ask you to be my girlfriend before I re-hire you.”
“I think you already did that.” I laugh.
“Not genuinely enough,” he says, as he stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. “Riley Morrell, I love you and would love nothing better than for you to be my girlfriend. Will you please allow me the privilege of being your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” I say, as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
And I have never meant anything so sincerely.
“Good, so we’ve squared everything away to the point where it’s okay for me to do this,” he says, as he gently caresses my nipples with both hands while kissing me.
“Definitely,” I say, my tongue becoming willingly trapped up with his.
“And this.”
He rubs my nipples in between his fingers, causing them to stand up straight and erect. I can tell that the same thing is happening to his cock, as he pushes it up against me excitedly.
Then he lowers his mouth and sucks on one of my nipples while continuing to rub the other one. I moan and bring my pelvis up to meet his. I hold onto his hair while he rides me.
“Oh Jensen, that feels so good.”
He lifts himself slightly off of me and then removes my pants and panties. He takes in my entire body, up and down, with his eyes, and smiles at me in a dazed state. With one hand, he grabs my breast and with the other he traces a finger up and down the outer lip of my most intimate area.
“Riley, I’ve thought you were so beautiful from the moment I first saw you.”
He reaches inside me and teases me by inserting a finger gently yet firmly.
“I want you so bad,” I tell him.
Take me now. Please.
But I feel there's something I should tell him.
"I've never…" I start to say.
But then I stop. Because it sounds so silly. So ridiculous.
"You've never what?" he says, raising his eyebrows at me, teasing me, daring me to tell him.
"I've never… done… anything," I admit.
I see the look of surprise mixed with happiness on his face, and I feel relieved. But still embarrassed. I feel like explaining.
"I mean, I've done some stuff, of course," I tell him. "I'm not a complete novice. I even have a magic bullet. I just never…"
"Shhhh," he says. "You don't need to explain. However you are, it's exactly right for me."
"Okay," I tell him. "I'm glad."
“But just one thing,” he says. “What is a Magic Bullet?”
I laugh. Brynn is going to have a field day with this when I tell her about it later.
“I can’t believe I just told you that,” I tell him. “It’s just a… a vibrator. My best friend gave it to me. I just… oh, my God. I’m so embarrassed. I was never really able to, um, you know…”
“It’s fine,” he says, nuzzling my neck. "You don’t have to go into all of that. At least not yet. But I might want to hear all about it later. Maybe I’ll even use it on you, so you can see how it’s supposed to work.”
I think about that, and decide that I’d like it. No, I’d love it.
“I'm just glad that no man has ever gotten a hold of this before I have," Jensen says, playing with me, teasing me, making me want him so badly. "Has ever man even made you come?"
"No," I tell him, smiling up at him.
Now, it seems like a good thing, rather than an embarrassing thing.
"That's awesome," he says. "And don't worry. I can change that. I will make your sweet little virgin pussy feel so good. My cock can do things that no magic bullet can."
He removes his pants as I reach into the dresser drawer for a condom. Before he slips it on, I get my first glimpse of his large cock.
“It’s perfect,” I say, reaching out to stroke it.
I have to admit— I’m a little afraid it’s too perfect. Will it be able to fit all the way inside me? Will it hurt?
“It needs to be inside you,” he says, and wastes no time placing its head at the entrance of my vagina while putting on the condom. "It needs to be inside your little virgin pussy, which no man has ever made come before."
Bending over again, he kisses me passionately while entering me. I feel a tear and grimace, holding my breath, but along with the pain I soon feel a deep pleasure as well.
“There you go,” he says, stroking my hair. “Just relax and let my cock work its way deep into your pussy. Which is my pussy now, okay?”
“Okay,” I tell him, relaxing as he tells me to, and realizing that he’s right— it’s amazing.
It feels like nothing I've ever felt before. Obviously I’d figured there was a reason that people had sex, but I had no idea sex could feel so good. I want Jensen to fuck me every day like this, for the rest of my life. He holds my legs up and around his waist, while he thrusts himself in and out of me.
“Now I’m taking you and claiming you as my own,” he says, sliding in and out of me. “You’re my virgin and I’m making you mine for good.”
His hands travel over my hips and thighs, pausing to grab my ass while he pumps deeper and deeper into my pussy. When he reaches down to play with my wet, aroused clit, I just can’t help it anymore.
I feel those fireworks I've been waiting to feel for so long. The ones that no one has ever been able to make me feel— not even myself. Brynn is going to be so glad to hear that Jensen has finally helped me achieve what even her magic bullet never could.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whisper, as he glides in and out of me with perfect rhythm.
“I want to make you feel so good, now and forever,” he says, as my moans get louder.
I’m embarrassed, but he stops kissing me and says, “I love the way you sound.”
“Jensen. Jensen. Jensen.”
I say his name over and over as the cascade of heat and electricity rushes through me.
"I'm coming," I tell him, feeling heat run all over my body and gather down at my nerve endings, where h
is cock is pumping me hard and fast. "You're making me come. For my first time ever."
I can feel him throbbing and pulsing and then he grunts and pants. “Riley. I’m coming too. You feel so amazing.”
He collapses next to me on the bed, with his strong, tattooed arm around me, both of us a heaving mess.
“That was everything I imagined it would be, and more,” he says, removing the condom and then looking deep into my eyes and then kissing me.
"You're telling me," I say, and laugh. "I never knew anything could feel so good."
"Oh, you don't have to pump up my ego like that," he jokes.
"I'm serious," I tell him. "I've never been more serious about anything. I waited so long, and now I'm so glad I did. Because it felt amazing. So right and so great."
“I love you.”
I realize I hadn’t said it when he had said it to me, and right now it feels like a pressing need inside me: to return the three words that are so short yet so powerful.
“So will you let me hire you as my lawyer, Girlfriend Riley?” he asks, reaching out to playfully squeeze my ass.
He lets his hand linger there, rubbing my curves, reminding me that I'm his now. He can do whatever he wants to do to me, and I'll just beg him for more.
“Of course. It will be my pleasure to defeat the bogus charges against you.”
“Then you’re officially retained,” he says with a wink.
This is going to be my favorite trial ever.
Chapter 29
Jensen
The day of my trial, I’m nervous. I know I have a good attorney— the best I could ask for, and it also helps that I have her in bed as well as in the courtroom— but, as she’s reminded me too many times in the past, everything at trial is unpredictable.
Both attorneys introduce themselves and the judge nods a greeting to them. Riley told me that at a pretrial conference in chambers before the trial started, the judge had noted his surprise that she was back on my case. But she said, he said it in a way that showed he was happy that she was still representing me.