But none of that mattered to him.
The only thing that did was the ex. The rest he could live with.
He would do his best to deal with Lange and then help her deal with the rest.
Why he gave a fuck...?
When his hand slipped into those loose cotton pants and through the dark blonde wiry hairs until he found her clit, she whimpered again in his mouth, driving her tongue more frantically against his. He pressed, circled and teased it before sliding his middle finger lower to test how wet she was. His answer? Very fucking wet.
He didn’t give a fuck because he wanted to fuck her. He gave a fuck because he wanted her.
Her body bowed away from the door, but his knee kept her open to him, his hand kept her and her wrists against the door.
Slick. Hot. Soft.
He wanted to shove his face there, lose himself in her scent, lose himself with the sounds she made, the reactions to his actions.
He wanted to hear her call him Judd. Because when she did, she herself was lost. With what he was doing to her.
And affecting her in that way affected him.
How she had burrowed so quickly under his skin in such a short amount of time, he didn’t know.
Did it bother him? It did and it didn’t.
It did if he was just a dick to ride. It didn’t if he could be more.
In all of his thirty-seven fucking years, he never wanted more from a woman. Not once.
Not even Ry’s mother.
Not even her.
And that had become a problem.
He shoved his past out of his head and concentrated on the now. On the woman he had pinned against the door, who was encouraging him with the noises he muffled with his own mouth, with the responses to his touch.
He slipped a second finger inside of her, and she bucked against him as he didn’t let up, not for a second.
His hard-on was throbbing, his brain urging him to just take her. But this orgasm was for her. Not him. Her.
His thumb circled her clit and she ground against his fingers, trying to break free of his kiss, but he didn’t let her go.
Did he want to hear her call his name? Fuck yes, he did. But if she did, it would wake up Daisy.
Every muscle on her tensed, and he swore she stopped breathing. Her tongue retreated and her back arched, her hips slamming into his as she tightened around his fingers and a gush of warmth surrounded them.
He released her mouth, pressed his cheek to hers and they both just breathed as she melted against him.
His dick was aching, his need to fuck her strong. But he waited. Letting her have that moment because he was sharing it, too.
With his mouth to her ear, he asked, “Sleep better than that?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she panted.
He released her wrists and it took a few seconds for her to drop her arms and when she did, she dropped them around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. Much shorter, much less intense, but just as good.
“Need to try again? To prove my point?” he asked against her lips.
“Mmm hmm. Just to be sure.” Her eyelids were heavy, her face flushed and relaxed, her lips slightly curled up.
She was so fucking beautiful that it scared him.
She had sucked him in. Stolen his fucking soul.
Just like that.
Almost instantly.
Now he was more determined than ever to find Lange.
Because Cassie was no longer his, she was Judge’s.
And that man wasn’t getting her back.
Not fucking ever.
Chapter Fifteen
The rattle of the doorknob and sound of a small fist pounding on her bedroom door made her heart jump into her throat. Wide-eyed, she stared up at Judge whose, amongst that thick beard, lips twitched.
“It isn’t funny!” she mouthed and glared at him.
She tugged at his hand, which was still down her pants and stroking her gently. He slowly removed it and stepped back so she could adjust her clothes.
The knob shook again and a “Mommmmma!” came through the door loud and clear.
Had they made too much noise?
It didn’t matter now; her daughter was awake.
She made a “shooing” motion to Judge, indicating he needed to hide.
“Momma!” came the yell and pound of fists again. “Heard a noise. Why’s the door locked?”
“The door isn’t locked, sweetie. It’s probably just stuck. Give me a second.”
Judge stepped behind the door as she unlocked it and opened it a crack to stand in the opening, blocking Daisy from rushing in.
Her daughter pushed on her thigh with both hands, trying to move Cassie out of the way. She didn’t budge. “Why are you out of bed?”
“I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.”
“You need to go back to bed.”
Daisy pushed against her legs again. “Wanna sleep with you.”
“No, we should sleep in our own beds. You’re not a baby anymore, you’re a big girl.”
“Then Judge can tuck me in.”
“Judge isn’t here.” She winced at her own lie.
“Yes, he is. He’s in your room. Judge! Tuck me in!”
“Daisy...”
Her bottom lip pushed out in a pout and she stomped her little bare foot. “Momma, I want Judge to tuck me in. Jury and Justice wanna say goodnight to him.”
“They said that?”
She nodded like her neck was broken and just flopping around. “Yes. They told me to get him.”
Heat pressed against her back. Cassie tilted her head back and saw him standing over her. “Gonna tuck her in and say goodnight to the dogs.”
“Told you he was in your room! You lied, Momma! You said lyin’ is bad!”
Shit. “Lying is bad. I was mistaken. I wasn’t aware he was in here.”
Her blonde mini-me shot her a scathing look.
Cassie sighed, opened the door wider, and grabbed her daughter’s shoulders, turning her toward her room. “Let’s go.”
“Judge, you comin’?” Daisy yelled over her shoulder.
“Yeah, kid,” came the grumble behind her.
They got into the spare bedroom, saw the dogs remained curled up on the bed, their eyes open and watching, but undisturbed. When they saw Judge, their long wagging tails whapped the bed loudly.
“In bed, sweetie. We all need to get some sleep.”
Daisy climbed in between the dogs. “Put your legs under the covers, kid,” Judge instructed. She scrambled to tuck her legs into the narrow space between her hairy bunkmates. “Don’t need to tuck you in. Jury and Justice got you tucked in good.”
Daisy smiled. “You gonna tuck in Momma?”
Cassie avoided looking at Judge. If she did, she’d probably turn bright red.
“Yep. She’s next, kid. If you go to sleep now, morning will come sooner and then we can judge your momma’s French toast before I leave, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Daisy answered, then she whispered, “Yours is better.”
“We’ll find out once we wake up in the mornin’. But mornin’ will never come if you don’t fall asleep.”
“Goin’ to sleep now.” The girl squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to snore.
“You get outta bed again and your momma’s gonna cancel that French toast and feed us stale cereal with skim milk.”
Cassie turned her head away and slapped a hand over her mouth.
Daisy eyes popped open. “She can’t do that!”
“Yeah, she told me if she don’t get sleep, she’s gonna be too tired to make us breakfast and will be stuck with Lucky Charms without the marshmallows and spoiled milk.” Judge wrinkled his nose.
Daisy screamed, “NO!” and wrinkled up her face, too, before laughing.
“I’m actually considering feeding you two dog food.”
“Momma, no!” Daisy giggled and pulled the sheet over her head. “No dog food! Then what’s Jury and Just
ice gonna eat?”
“French toast.”
The sheet flipped down. “You’re mean!”
“Go to sleep,” she told her daughter. “Judge is right. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you wake up, the sooner you’ll be eating my French toast which is way better than Judge’s.” She leaned over, swept the hair off Daisy’s face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “’Night, sweetie.”
“G’night, Momma.”
“Don’t kick the dogs too much.”
“I won’t.”
“G’night, Judge.”
“’Night, kid.” He ruffled her hair, both dogs’ heads, then headed back out the bedroom door.
“Gonna tuck Momma in now?” Daisy asked his retreating back.
Without missing a step, Judge tossed, “Yep, soon as she’s done with you,” over his shoulder.
“If you marry Judge, Momma, the dogs can sleep in my bed every night.”
Oh boy. “Judge doesn’t own Justice.”
“Then Jury can.”
“How about just being happy Jury will be here until your aunt and uncle return.”
Daisy huffed.
“Sleep,” Cassie ordered. Blew her daughter a kiss, turned out the light and left her bedroom door open a crack, even though the nightlight was on.
She stood in the hallway outside the doorway a few minutes to make sure Daisy didn’t immediately climb out of bed. She listened to her daughter chatter to the bulldogs for a couple of minutes, then her speech slowed and she became quiet. Cassie pushed the door open slightly, peeked in and saw all three occupants of the bed with their eyes closed.
She breathed much easier and decided to close the door completely. She tiptoed down the hallway and back into the master bedroom. As she closed the door behind her, she glanced up and froze.
Judge was in her bed wearing nothing but a smile. “Don’t come near this bed wearin’ any of that shit.”
She reached behind her to lock the door. She did not want her daughter to be scarred for life. And seeing her mother bumping uglies would leave a lasting impression. As a child she had walked in on her parents doing the exact same thing and it was a hard memory to wipe clean.
She and Dennis rarely had sex after Daisy was born, so it hadn’t been an issue with them. This last week was the most sex she’d had in years.
Damn, that was depressing. She didn’t stop being a woman once she became a mother. Judge was right, she was a woman with needs and she shouldn’t ignore them.
Admittedly, it was very hard to ignore the naked six-foot-three, bearded biker in her bed. Especially since his fist was wrapped around all that hardness and he was stroking it.
“You have a lot of tattoos.” Gah. That was a dumb thing to say. He already knew that. So did she.
“That’s what you fuckin’ notice?”
“Was I supposed to notice something else? Your tattoos are hard to miss.”
He squeezed the root of his cock, making it turn dark and veiny. “Nothin’ else hard to miss?”
She raked her gaze over him. “Let me look closer... Mmm. No. Just your tattoos and the beard that needs a good trimming.”
His free hand went immediately to his beard as his eyes went wide before quickly narrowing. “Woman! Don’t be sayin’ shit like that.”
She made a snipping motion with her fingers. “I can trim it short for you. Let me grab my scissors.”
“Gotta rethink this shit.”
She kept her expression serious. “What shit?”
“Givin’ you my dick.”
“Well, who else are you going to give it to?” She made a point of glancing around. “I don’t see anyone else in this room.”
He released his cock, bounded from the bed and she bit back her squeal just in time as he grabbed her and growled, “Someone needs a spankin’.”
Her eyes went wide, and a thrill rushed through her. “Don’t you dare!” she hissed.
“See exactly where your girl got her sassy mouth.”
Cassie pointed at her lips. “You mean this one?”
“Yeah, that’s the fuckin’ one. Told you to take all that shit off.”
“You told me, huh?”
“Yep. And you didn’t listen. Still gave me lip. Now I gotta get that shit off you myself.”
She bit her bottom lip, fighting back her smile at his fake grouchiness. “I mean, I don’t want you to strain your fingers doing it or anything. That would be a shame.”
He dropped his head and their eyes locked. “Yeah, it would, especially after you came all over them when I used them to fuck you.”
Good lord, that caused a spark inside her. Almost like she’d stuck a fork in a socket.
She’d never been spoken to like that before. Not once with a bossy, growly, alpha male tone. It shouldn’t excite her, but it did.
However, she could be bossy, too. “Get me naked.”
His lips curled slightly, and his green eyes became dark and hooded. “No.” He released her and stepped back.
No?
His broad, naked back with the colors of his club permanently inked into it retreated and she let her gaze slide lower to his ass and long legs as he went and settled on the bed in the same position he’d been in when she walked through the door.
“Get naked,” he demanded in his low rumble that made her nipples peak painfully. As she stepped toward the bed, he lifted his palm and shook his head. “Right there.”
Her heart pounded and her throat tightened at the thought of standing there, where he could see everything and just stripping.
“Cass,” came the grumbled warning.
She lifted her gaze from the hem of her sweatshirt, where she was gripping it so hard, her knuckles were turning white.
“Do it.” He watched her closely as he began stroking his cock again.
How could that simple act be so damn mesmerizing? So sexy? Make her so wet?
This time his low, thunderous, “Cass,” made her jerk into motion, yank the sweatshirt over her head and toss it, shove her lounge pants and panties down to her ankles before working her snug sports bra over her breasts.
Then she stood there naked. Completely exposed.
At her most vulnerable.
But it hit her then. Right between the eyes.
He looked at her without an ounce of judgment.
His heated gaze which slowly slid down her body made her feel nothing but wanted and desired.
That right there made him even sexier in her eyes.
That made her want and appreciate him even more.
It was difficult to appreciate him from across the room.
So, she didn’t.
Fuck.
Judge didn’t know where to eyeball her first as Cassie approached the bed. He had noticed when she first got naked, she looked unsure, then something changed as she stood there.
Her spine had become straighter and her shoulders pulled back, drawing his attention to her amazing fucking tits. She released the bottom lip she’d been chewing on as she stripped, and finally she fucking smiled.
It wasn’t a normal smile, but a naughty, I-might-just-fuck-out-your-brains-tonight smile.
And that was the best fucking kind.
It also made his dick twitch in his hands and his balls pull a little tighter.
Because, fuck yeah, if he was brain dead in the morning, he might be A-fucking-Okay with it.
His fingers itched to touch her, he wanted to taste her on his tongue, make his lips slick with her arousal and hear her whimpers in his ears.
Just to start.
But they needed to keep the noise to a low roar. He did not want to be interrupted. Because once she landed in that bed, she was not leaving it until he was done with her.
Until she was done with him.
Until they were both boneless, drained and satisfied.
When she got to the side of the bed where he sat waiting, he held out his hand and she accepted it, but he didn’t help her onto the bed.
Not yet.
“Turn around, baby.”
That fucking insecurity popped back up in her blue eyes and he frowned. There was no reason for her to be like that.
None.
She was goddamn perfect.
He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and planted his feet solidly on the floor. “Turn around, Cassie.” Not a request but a demand. When she still hesitated, he growled, “Turn the fuck around.”
A flush ran up her chest, but she slowly turned, her jaw set, her fingers clenched.
Which he didn’t fucking like at all.
She needed to understand that the only opinion which mattered in that room, at that moment, was his. No one else belonged in that room with them.
“Lift your hair up. Hold it on top of your head. Don’t want it coverin’ anything.”
“Judge,” she whispered.
“Do it,” he said more softly. He wanted to throat punch whoever made her unsure. Especially if it was a man who hadn’t appreciated everything about her.
She did it. Slowly gathering all her thick blonde hair with both hands and holding it to the top of her head, exposing the long line of her neck, the curve of her shoulders, the indentation of her spine.
“Keep it there.”
“Judge...”
“Quiet.”
Her fingers twitched in her hair at that, but she remained silent.
Using his fingertips, he traced her spine from the top of her neck down, only stopping when he reached the top of her ass crack. Then he slid them back up, leaned forward and repeated it using his warm breath against her skin, the occasional skim of his lips, the scrape of his beard. All the way down, all the way back up.
A shudder moved through her, bringing out goosebumps all over her skin and causing the fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand.
But she stayed quiet and didn’t move.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured when he next placed his mouth at the very top of her neck and tasted her skin with the tip of his tongue. He dragged it down the curve of her spine to the curves of her ass where he sank his teeth in gently.
She jerked slightly and he heard a rush of breath. So, he did it again with the other cheek, this time a little harder, making sure the sharpness of his teeth could be felt.
“Judge.” His name caught in her throat, and she began to tremble.
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