“Honey,” I gasped.
“You feel that?”
Oh yes, I so did.
“Chloe, baby, answer me,” he grunted.
I ground my ass up into his groin and panted, “Yes.”
“Who takes care of who?”
Oh my God.
He wasn’t talking about what I thought he was talking about.
“Judge.”
“Who takes care of who?”
It was building, too fast, his beautiful cock banging into me, his finger rolling deep, his weight bearing down, our hands linked, the smell of him, the throb his teeth left behind.
“God,” I breathed.
“Who takes care of who?” he demanded.
He was…
He was taking care of me.
“Not fair,” I pushed out.
“This is it.”
“Not fair,” I repeated, fainter, God, I was this close.
“One way or another, baby, this is always gonna be it.”
“You’re a cheat,” I forced out.
“You’re a liar,” he whispered in my ear. “We so fucking work.”
I had no retort because there wasn’t one.
He was right.
But regardless, my head snapped back, slammed into his shoulder, and it obliterated me as I came.
God, trembling and mewing underneath him, my orgasm refused to let go and my breath eventually caught and held.
And held.
And held.
Suspended in Judge.
Judge and me.
La petite mort.
My hand was let loose, he slid out, lifted up, tossed me to my back, latched on to my hips, dragged me up his thighs, and I opened my eyes as he plunged back inside me.
Oh my.
I got to watch.
His gorgeous face was dark, his concentration was entirely focused on my face, and his hips were pistons, driving in so hard and fast, even if he had a grip on my hips, I had to clamp my thighs to his sides to hold on.
“Judge.”
“Don’t come again, baby, I’m close, and I don’t want to miss watching yours.”
I wanted to see, but with the way he was fucking me, I didn’t know if I could carry out his demand.
My eyes moved down his wide shoulders, his bulging pecs, his tipped nipples, to his flat stomach, the valleys and plains of his abs, his slick cock moving in and out of me.
Okay, no, I definitely wasn’t going to be able to hold out.
“You’re beautiful, honey.” I lifted my gaze to his. “I want to touch you.”
“I want to watch you take my cock.”
Oh my God, now I wanted that more.
I whimpered.
“Yeah,” he grunted his agreement.
I clutched him the only way I could.
“Yeah,” he groaned.
I lifted both hands over my head and pulsed into him.
“The best,” he growled, let go of my hips, dropped to me, his eyes capturing mine, his gaze vague with sex and lust and oh so much more, he rumbled, “for last.”
Then his head shot back, his neck muscles strained, his hips drove into mine, and I watched the beauty of him being swept away.
It was a toe-curlingly smooth move when his climax started to leave him and he collapsed and rolled, both at the same time, so I ended up on top, but I never really took his weight.
And then he clamped both of his hands on my ass so we didn’t even inadvertently lose connection, lifting his knees so his still-hard dick slid in that little bit more.
I bent my knees too, for the same reason.
I also puffed a happy breath against his neck.
He squeezed with both hands.
We both came down, quietly, together.
Then he explored, raising his head to nuzzle my neck tenderly with his lips, his fingers gently digging into my crease, one going up, one going down, meeting our union. His other hand slid up my spine and into my hair.
That was when I raised my head.
And griped, “That was totally no fair.”
He grinned, unrepentant.
“Just because you’re stronger than me and have otherworldly hip strength, don’t think you can take over during sex,” I warned.
“Otherworldly hip strength?”
“Um…were you just there? You could power a train.”
His body shook with humor.
My eyes narrowed.
“I think the definition of being able to take over anything is being stronger than someone else,” he teased.
“We take care of each other,” I shot back.
He clasped a handful of my ass. “Oh, you took care of me, Coco.”
“Don’t call me Coco for the first time when I’m exasperated with you,” I retorted. “It’s sweet and I don’t feel like thinking you’re sweet right now, Judge Oakley.”
“Baby, you quit breathing for thirty full seconds while you came. I thought I’d have to stop fucking you so I could resuscitate you. How can you be pissed right now?”
I planted my hands in his chest and tried to push off.
Only to find myself on my back again with Judge pinning me.
In this, I lost his cock, which was a shame. But nature always eventually took its course, so c’est la vie.
I sensed I’d get it back.
“I thought we were going to make love,” I accused.
“You were the one that screwed that pooch.”
Me?
I had control over the proceedings exactly zero seconds the entire time.
Therefore, I demanded, “How…precisely…did I do that?”
“You called me perfect. Being all perfect and gorgeous yourself, that thick mane of hair all over my bed mixed with rose petals, wet, tight pussy all greedy, those eyes of yours I feel in my balls even when we’re not naked, I won’t get into how much I like your tits, and that fucking ass. With all of that, you say shit like that, what’d you think was gonna happen?”
“I would assume you’d have more control,” I sniffed.
“You assumed wrong.” He then changed the subject, declaring, “We’re totally doing this rose petal thing at least once a week. Having those caught in your hair while you’re getting fucked is all kinds of hot.”
“It isn’t special if we do it all the time, Judge,” I pointed out.
“So you think it was special?”
There was a tinge of earnestness in that.
God, he was.
He was actually perfect.
“Don’t fish,” I fake admonished, but my tone was full of affection. “You know this was impeccable.”
His face warmed.
But his mouth still teased.
“You haven’t even seen my charcuterie board, babe. I got like, five kinds of cheeses and tons of different nuts and olives, and there’s some peppers, and I rolled up the meat myself. And I made cereal treats but with Fruity Pebbles and extra marshmallow, and they rock.”
That sounded amazing.
What was more amazing was the effort he put into it.
For me.
“Are you going to feed me with your fingers?” I asked.
He did a body shrug which was just a shrug, but since his body was flat out on mine, I felt it all along my length.
It felt nice.
“Sure.”
Hmm.
“I get top next time,” I announced.
“We’ll see. You hungry?” he evaded.
I was, as I’d said earlier, starved.
I was more so now after our recent activities.
However.
“I get top next time, Judge,” I pressed.
“We’ll see,” he repeated, bent, touched his mouth to mine, and cut off all further discussion on that topic by lifting away and saying, “I gotta let Zeke out and get the food. If you open that champagne while I’m gone, you’re not getting top for at least six months.”
I gave him the Death Stare even as every iota of brain p
ower homed in on the words for at least six months.
He ignored my glare, reached to grab his throw blanket and tossed it over me before he rolled off the bed.
Then he strolled to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
I found out later Zeke had been corralled in Judge’s home office, just to be sure he didn’t interrupt us. When we went at each other again after champagne, charcuterie and Fruity Pebbles treats (I did not get the top, by the way, however, Fruity Pebbles treats did “rock”), Zeke was as he always was.
Completely behaved, lying by the bed until Judge exhausted me and left me to take the food we didn’t eat back down to the kitchen.
The last thing I remembered from last night was moving like a zombie as I put on my panties with hazy ideas of finding and pinching a T-shirt of Judge’s to sleep in, giving up on that and collapsing back into bed. Then Zeke sensing the all-clear and coming to cuddle me.
I cuddled him back.
And now was the next morning.
I watched the light go out in the bathroom, meaning Judge was coming back.
And when he did, I was getting the damned top.
“Scoot, Zeke,” I called softly to the dog lying at the foot of the bed while I uncurled from around Judge’s pillow and righted it.
Zeke’s head was up, eyes aimed at the bathroom, but it turned to me for a split second before he hopped down.
Such a good dog.
Judge returned, sliding in bed and reaching for me.
I let him claim me, his arms gliding around me, pulling me half on him, as he asked quietly, “You awake, Coco?”
I loved my nickname, mostly because I only allowed those I cared deeply about to use it.
I adored it coming from Judge.
I moved full on him and tucked my face in his neck.
I kissed him there. “I’m awake.”
“Wanna shower together?”
That’d be nice.
Just…later.
I kissed his throat. “In a minute.”
His arms around me spasmed as he caught my meaning and he started to roll us.
I clamped on his hips with my legs and pushed up to sitting astride him.
Judge, who did not at all fight fair, pushed up too.
I took a page out of his book, put a hand between his pecs and ordered, “Lie back.”
“In a sec,” he muttered, his lips landing on my chest.
I wrapped the fingers of both hands around his neck and squeezed. “No. Now.”
He tipped his head. “Now who’s sucked down some bossy?”
“I’m going to suck something,” I shared.
That something I intended to suck was already stirring under me, I knew how pretty it was, I knew how good it felt, so I was looking forward to it.
“Judge, lie back,” I demanded impatiently.
“We don’t have a lot of time, baby, and when you got your mouth wrapped around my cock, I want you to take your time.”
This was something to consider.
Sadly, in noting it as something to consider, I lost concentration on what I was doing.
Therefore, I found myself on my knees facing the headboard and Judge’s hand was moving my arm so he could wrap my fingers there.
His other hand was moving somewhere else entirely.
“Judge,” I warned.
He straddled my calves. “Fast fuck now, you can blow me tonight,” he said in my ear.
Unfortunately, this had the result of gathering wet between my legs.
Or more wet.
“Judge.”
He pulled my panties over my ass and ordered, “Tip.”
Oh God.
“Ju—”
He tweaked my nipple.
That charged through me and my head fell back to his shoulder.
“There’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing his hard cock to my ass.
“That’s not where that goes,” I pointed out.
I didn’t want to admit I sounded like I was semi-panting, but I was.
He grinned against the skin of my neck, then kissed me there, this before he reached to his nightstand for one of the condoms lying there.
“Best hold on tight,” he suggested.
I’d already learned that.
He prepared.
I tipped.
Judge dipped.
And I forgot all about blowjobs when I got him back.
I held on to the headboard.
He held on to two delicious parts of me (well, one, the other one that ran low, he did other things to).
And we fucked fast.
It was Judge and me.
So in other words, it was sublime.
Chapter 22
The Normal
Judge
There were certain things you knew right off the bat you were going to remember for the rest of your life.
Early that afternoon, sensing Chloe, looking out the window of his office and seeing her swanning through the cubbies that formed the workspaces that resided on the upper floor, he was going to remember.
Chloe wearing a flowy, high neck, pink blouse with big sleeves, tight jeans, and high-heeled brown pumps, her eyes on him, Judge was going to remember that.
Remember that beautiful woman walking right to him.
Remember what she was wearing.
Remember in that moment, he knew how she tasted.
Remember in that moment what she’d sounded like just hours earlier when he’d made her come.
What she felt like, slick and tight around his cock.
The way she’d looked when she had her gaze locked to him and called him perfect.
The way her eyes filled with tears when he explained why he did something dorky, covering his bedroom in rose petals and candles, but it meant a lot to her, why he did it.
No.
To his LA reared, France dwelling, droll, sophisticated, well-spoken, well-traveled, successful Chloe, something that completely sappy meant the world.
He would remember all that as he watched the smartest, classiest, most fashionable, loving, funny, sexy, beautiful woman he’d ever met walk toward his office.
Walk toward him.
Because she was his.
But he hoped he forgot the look on her face.
He was at the door before she hit it and he pulled her in when she led with, “I’m going back to holding a month-long silence with Sasha. I might extend it to two.”
Once he got her in, he closed the door and sat her down in the chair facing his desk.
He then rested half of his ass and a thigh on the edge and ordered, “Talk to me.”
She fiddled with the strap on her small bag that was in her lap, head bent to it, and told it, “She apologized profusely. She feels terrible about it. It hurt to watch her even talk about it. And she said she wants the opportunity to apologize to you too.”
“Wasn’t me she laid out,” Judge reminded her and then asked, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”
She tipped her head back and shared, “I didn’t get into it. And she didn’t either.”
He was confused. “Wait, what? I thought you just said—”
“Her being lost. Wandering between Phoenix and here. Doing nothing. When she was complaining about me to Mom and Bowie, she said I was bossy and acted like I knew everything.”
Judge felt his jaw tighten.
Chloe kept going.
“So I didn’t go all big sister on her and point out why I thought she did what she did. Or why I thought Matt was doing what he was doing. Or simply why they might both wish to reflect on their behaviors and figure it out for themselves. Instead, I just listened to and accepted her apology. And then she wanted to talk about you and if you showing and rescuing me means we’ve finally started seeing each other. And she was all fake cheery about the fact we are. Acting like she didn’t pick a fight when I repeatedly tried to get her to lay off. And then she took it to a point that crossed a line that meant she should reflect on this for a
spell before we sat down and put this behind us. Frankly, if I wasn’t me, and I’m not saying I’m everything, but I think I’m being really nice to talk this soon about moving beyond this. She purposefully hurt me. And all her sunny, happy, Sasha crap was all such fucking bullshit, Judge, I wanted to scream.”
“So you don’t want to keep distant from her because you’re pissed, you want to do it because you’re frustrated,” he boiled it down.
“I want my sister back.”
She returned her gaze to her purse.
And the thing, right then, Judge decided he disliked most of all on this planet was seeing Chloe Pierce’s head bowed to anything.
He reached to the bag, slid it out of her hold, put it on his desk, then took both her hands in his and pulled her to her feet.
He then pushed to sitting fully on his desk, spread his legs and positioned her between his thighs. He dropped her hands and liked it when she lifted them to rest on his chest.
He put his to her hips.
With her standing steady on her feet, which he felt was much more natural for Chloe, he said carefully, “You should always feel free to be yourself.”
“I’m not sure, since she noted she and Matt always hated how I always knew everything and told them what to do.”
“I have a stepsister, didn’t grow up with her, so I don’t know this kind of stuff. But isn’t that the way all big sisters, or big brothers, are? I mean, you are who you are, it’s not like you held her or Matt at gunpoint and forced them to do your bidding.” He squeezed her hips. “She was transferring, honey. This isn’t about you. She was just trying to get her licks in.”
“Well, she succeeded.”
He already knew that.
He just didn’t know how bad it was.
“This is not an I told you so,” he began. “But I do encourage you to take a second and think about where this went. Because from my viewpoint, you sat down with her way too soon. It wasn’t just that last shit she said that bit deep. She got under your skin. You needed to get your feet firmer under you before you sat down with her.”
When she didn’t say anything, though she looked like she was taking in what he’d said, he continued.
“And while you’re thinking of that, think about the fact you put Sasha’s needs before your own. That kind of selflessness is a beautiful thing, but it can also be damaging. I think you already knew it was too soon for you, but you were looking after her. I’m angry at her for what she did to you, but that isn’t leading me to say this to you. It’s the fact you ignore your vulnerabilities in order to allay those of people you love. Yes, I think Sasha might have needed more time to think about her own actions and the consequences of those. But I reckon she already knew you’d eventually forgive her, so if she had to wait another day or a couple of weeks, it wouldn’t be so bad. Mostly, I think it’d be good for you to learn you don’t have to give up bits of yourself for others. You can keep yourself steady, and still take care of the people you love.”
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