Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  They had a busy day ahead of them since today was the First Annual BFMC Poker Run with all the proceeds going to the Kids Can Do Foundation. Cassie had wanted to help make up for all the money Dennis stole from the charity. She suggested it to Judge, and he took it to the table, where everyone agreed it was a good idea.

  Just last month they had gone down to Shadow Valley to a fundraiser run by the Dirty Angels MC to help raise money for the Walker Foundation, a charity for amputees unable to afford prostheses. The DAMC was deeply involved with it and the whole club helped out. While there, Cassie had taken lots of notes and asked Ellie Walker numerous questions. Thankfully, the woman had a lot of patience.

  Besides raising money for Kids Can Do, doing charity work would also help build good relations between the Fury and citizens of Manning Grove. Over the last few months, Cassie learned about the bad history between the club and the town. And how Trip was determined to not let history repeat itself.

  But she shouldn’t be concentrating on any of that right now when her ol’ man was driving her to the brink of an orgasm. It would also help if she focused on what his fingers were doing rather than what would happen later that day.

  She dropped her head back to his wet chest, leaning on him instead of the wall, freeing up her hands to cup her own breasts and thumb her own aching nipples.

  “Fuck, baby.” Those two words and the way he groaned them made everything inside her tighten.

  “Thumb,” she moaned, and he didn’t delay pressing that digit against her clit.

  She rode his fingers and ground into his thumb, closing her eyes and letting him work his magic.

  “Come on my fingers. Wanna taste you.”

  She shuddered and breathed, “God.”

  “Judge,” he corrected her. “Nobody but me doin’ this to you.”

  As she opened her mouth to say something smart, the words became lost and turned into a whimper as she did what he wanted—what she needed—and came. He continued to lazily slide his fingers in and out of her until the last wave of the orgasm waned.

  He held her tightly as she became boneless and a languid, satisfied smile spread across her face.

  When he slipped his fingers from her, she turned her head in time to watch him tuck them between his skilled lips and suck them clean.

  Everything squeezed inside her once more. She wished they had time this morning for him to give her beard burn on her inner thighs. The discomfort would make her think of him all day and remind her of how lucky she was to find a man like Judge.

  Completely unexpected and far from perfect, but perfect for her.

  “How do you want me?” she asked him.

  “Any and every way you want to give me. Long as I got you, I’m good.”

  Long as I got you, I’m good.

  When he said things like that it was just as good as him saying he loved her. He didn’t say those three words often but all the other things he said made up for it.

  She reached back and cupped his wet, bearded cheek. “You got me.” And that was so true.

  Life wasn’t quite settled yet, but it was getting there. Slow and sure. They were putting down roots together as a family and those roots were beginning to burrow deep.

  Building a house on the farm and moving in together was one way. The club giving her a piece of Tioga Pet Crematorium was the other. With the help of Easy and Shade, they had set up a mobile service to help pet owners when the time was right to send their beloved family member over the rainbow bridge.

  Was it heartbreaking at times? Often. But the appreciation she got from the owners for the gentle care she gave their old or ill pet outweighed the sadness. If she could ease the owners’ pain as she relieved their pets’, it was worth it.

  But today wasn’t about the growing business and moving forward. Today was about beginning to heal the past.

  “I want to face you.” She wanted to see his face this morning when he came inside her. She wanted that connection. It would be a long, tiring day and seeing him always gave her strength. Even if it was only in a recent memory.

  As she began to turn toward him, she froze.

  A nose pressed against the steamy glass wall of the large, multi-jet shower. It wasn’t a human nose because it was black. Though, the color didn’t mean anything. Cassie had to scrub off marker and paint on her daughter’s face and body countless times.

  But she recognized that nose. “Uh… How did Jury get in here? Didn’t you lock the door?”

  “Fuck,” came the deep mutter behind her.

  Before either of them could separate and double check that the bathroom door was closed and locked, a loud, “Momma, I—”

  “Get out!” Cassie screamed in a panic, her heart in her throat. “Oh my God! Saylor!” She elbowed Judge in the gut since he was shaking against her. “This is not funny!”

  He pulled her tightly against him to hide his raging hard-on, so her daughter wouldn’t get an eyeful. And ask questions neither of them would want to answer a soon-to-be six-year-old. At least, not this morning.

  “Saylor!” Cassie called out again. Where the hell was she? Their house mouse was supposed to be making Daisy breakfast. “Come get Daisy!”

  A female voice came from way too close. Which meant not only were Jury and Daisy now in their oversized master bathroom, but so was Saylor. Cassie covered her breasts with one arm and her nether region with her hand, just in case Rev’s barely eighteen-year-old sister could see them through the steamy glass.

  “Sorry! Sorry! Daisy, c’mon. Your mom’s taking a shower and needs her privacy.”

  Why did it sound like the girl was trying not to laugh? Why was everyone finding this funny except for her?

  “Momma, is Judge in the bath with you?”

  Technically, they were in the shower, not the Jacuzzi tub that sat in the corner, so she wasn’t lying when she answered, “No.”

  “You’re lyin’. He is so! Why can’t I play in the bath, too?”

  Saylor made a choking sound so loud, Cassie could hear it over the running water.

  “Saylor!”

  “Daisy, let’s go. Your waffles are getting cold.”

  “Yes, go eat your waffles,” Cassie instructed her daughter. “We have a big day ahead of us and I need to get ready.”

  “Lock the door behind you,” a low baritone voice instructed.

  He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? Cassie sighed and elbowed Judge again.

  “See?” her daughter huffed. “Momma was mistaken again. I get in trouble when I’m mistaken, she don’t.”

  “That’s because she’s an adult and adults make a lot of mistakes, so they’d be in trouble all the time.” Saylor’s voice became faint as they left the bathroom.

  As soon as they heard the door slam shut, Cassie unfroze herself and turned to face Judge. Her forehead hit his chest as she groaned, “Oh. My. God.”

  A deep rumbling laugh rose from that broad chest and she smacked his arm.

  “You know what? You think it’s so funny? I’m leaving it to you to explain the birds and bees when it’s time. Which might be soon if she keeps walking in on us.”

  “Can we finish?”

  She stepped back and glanced down at his now semi-aroused cock.

  “It looks like you’re finished.”

  He grabbed her wet hair and tugged it back to lift her face to his. “With you it doesn’t take much to make me hard. Pretty fuckin’ sure I can get your motor runnin’ again, too.”

  “We don’t have much time.”

  “Ain’t gonna take long.”

  Her lips flattened out and she mmm’d.

  “Gonna prove it to you.”

  “I don’t need proof of how fast you can come. I already have all the evidence I need.”

  “Funny, woman,” he growled.

  “But true,” she told him smartly.

  “Then gonna take my time and we can be late—”

  “We can’t be late!”

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sp; He ignored her interruption. “Then you can explain to everyone you’re late ‘cause your ol’ man was givin’ you good dick.”

  “Good is a relative term.”

  Judge dropped his head and shook it. When he lifted it, the corners of his eyes were crinkled. “You want fucked?”

  She pursed her lips. “The water’s getting cold now.”

  “We can heat it up.”

  She smiled. “That we can.”

  And they did.

  It had been a good fucking day. The early June weather had held out and the poker run was a huge success. Not only did all his brothers participate in the ride, two ally clubs—the Dirty Angels MC and the Dark Knights MC, along with Diesel’s six Shadows—took part, too. Judge was even surprised to see a few bikers wearing Blue Avengers cuts, a law enforcement MC. He never expected pigs to join in an event held by the BFMC, but some showed up, as well as other bikers not affiliated with any MC from across Pennsylvania and surrounding states.

  Cassie’s idea to raise money for Kids Can Do was a huge success, but then, she and the ol’ ladies had put a lot of work into it. Tents had been set up for food and booze. A couple of pigs—four-legged, not two—roasted on spits. An area had been set up away from the adults for the children to hang out and play games. They had a silent auction earlier. And pool and dart tournaments were currently happening inside The Barn.

  Best of all, they raised way more scratch than expected. Way more than anyone expected. From what Autumn said, who’d been keeping track of the donations from individuals and local businesses, plus the event fees, it was close to fifty grand.

  Fifty fucking grand.

  Kids Can Do would be getting a nice fat check.

  Now it was getting late and everyone was gathering inside and in the courtyard to eat, drink and party for the rest of the night.

  He stood near the barn and out of the way of the women moving like worker ants under the pavilion. Cassie, along with Stella and Autumn, were getting the evening activities organized for the participants. A bunch of the Dirty Angels’ women and the wives of Diesel’s Shadows were helping her, too.

  Yep, it was a good fucking day. Evidenced by the tired smiles everyone wore on their faces.

  He also knew an almost six-year-old whose ass was dragging and had hit her limit for the day. The tiny tyrant had turned into a cranky complainer. And after Cassie made sure her daughter ate a decent meal, instead of only junk food, she handed her off to Saylor for the rest of the night.

  Judge’s eyes sliced over to their house mouse, who was holding Daisy’s hand and walking across the field back to the modest ranch house he hired the Amish to build. Right now, it was big enough for the four of them with the ability to expand in the future, if needed. Hugging the tree line, it was still close enough to The Barn so they could walk there, but also far enough away so Daisy couldn’t see or hear shit happening outside in the courtyard during parties. Plus, they put her bedroom on the back side of the house, just in case.

  Saylor had her own room, too, since she was there to help with the house, the meals and Daisy. Rev’s teenaged sister ended up in juvie during high school for a bunch of different shit and when they released her the day she turned eighteen, their parents wouldn’t let her back into the house. She had nowhere to go, and since Rev lived in the club’s bunkhouse, she couldn’t stay with him.

  Judge didn’t think Cassie would be on board with an eighteen-year-old troublemaker moving in with them. But she shocked the shit out of him when she was willing to give the girl a chance, as long as certain rules were laid out and Saylor followed them. Even though it had only been a couple of months, so far, so good.

  The arrangement was actually perfect. They had someone to watch Daisy while they worked, Saylor had a roof over her head and a job to keep her out of trouble, and Rev was close enough to keep an eye on his little sister.

  And not just to keep her on the straight and narrow, but because she was young, outgoing and gorgeous. Which was a dangerous combination.

  Rev and Judge hadn’t been the only one keeping an eye on her today, a lot of the single bikers had, too. Not for the same reason. However, Judge now considered her not only Fury property, which put her under Judge’s protection, but as if Saylor was his own sister.

  That meant if anyone fucked with her, they would have to deal with him as judge, jury and enforcer. Or even executioner, depending on what they tried or did.

  Trip, walking up behind him and whacking him on the back, pulled him from his thoughts. “This is the kinda shit I wanted for the club. All this right here.”

  Judge glanced at the man at his side. “Well, you’re fuckin’ gettin’ it.”

  “This fuckin’ club’s turnin’ into the family we all need. All of us. Not just for our brotherhood but our women and kids, too. Gotta thank you for you and Cass takin’ a chance on Saylor. Glad to see it’s workin’ out.”

  “Yeah.” Judge’s gaze slid back over to the house where Saylor and Daisy disappeared.

  “Businesses are in the black, too. Good time to expand.”

  “Get Deke on it.”

  “Already got him searchin’. The more scratch this club makes, the better off for everyone.”

  Judge was financially upside down right now because of that house. Even with using the Amish, building it hadn’t been cheap. Any funds he had put aside for Ry’s college fund were now gone. Any money he made with Justice Bail Bonds was used to support a four-person household and the rest went back into the club account since Trip had let him borrow the remainder he needed for the house instead of trying to get a bank loan.

  Cassie running the pet crematorium helped, but not enough.

  Even so, they were living good. His girls were happy and that was all that mattered to him. If he had to bust his ass and scrounge for every penny to keep them happy, he would.

  “That’s not why I came to find your ass.”

  Judge turned toward his prez. “What’s up?”

  “Got some kid in the barn lookin’ for you.”

  He frowned. “Kid?”

  “Not a little kid like Daisy, but one about Saylor’s age.”

  As those words sank into Judge’s brain, his heart began to thump heavily in his chest. “Boy?”

  “Yeah. A tall one. Looks an awful lot like you. Not as gangly as you were as a teenager, though. Probably got no problem gettin’ laid, unlike you.”

  Judge ignored all that. “He ask for me by name?”

  “Askin’ for Judd Scott. Most people in there don’t know you by that name. Just a couple of us.”

  “Deke in there?”

  “Yeah, he’s talkin’ to him now, keepin’ him occupied.”

  “Fuck,” Judge muttered under his breath.

  “He yours?”

  Judge stared at Trip and answered honestly, “Got a boy ‘bout eighteen.”

  The Fury president’s eyebrows rose. “His name Henry?”

  Without warning, Judge’s knees wobbled enough that Trip grabbed his shoulder.

  “You okay?”

  “Don’t fuckin’ know,” Judge managed to get out. His feet were frozen to the ground, his heart was pounding out of his chest, his pulse raced like he’d just snorted an eight-ball of coke and his brain spun like a Tilt-A-Whirl.

  “What d’you need me to do?” Trip asked. “Want me to have Deke take him somewhere? If he’s yours, not sure if The Barn’s a good place to meet with him right now. It’s packed and loud. When’s the last time you saw him? Didn’t even know you had a kid.”

  Judge continued to stare at Trip, unable to wrap his head around what might be happening. “Yeah. The mom fucked me sideways right out of his life. Haven’t seen him since he was almost one.” Not since he was a baby. A fucking baby.

  “Damn,” Trip whispered, yanking off his baseball cap and scraping his fingers through his hair before jerking it back onto his head. “Like I said, kinda looks like you, brother. Just ain’t as big yet. But close.”

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bsp; Jesus.

  Why the fuck was he still standing there instead of rushing to see his boy? Why couldn’t he move? His eyes slid back to the pavilion, where Cassie was speaking with Stella.

  “Want me to get her for you?”

  Judge shook his head. “Get Deke to take him up to his apartment. Will meet him up there in a few.”

  Trip continued to stand there staring at him with his hands on his hips, like he had a million more questions. Problem was, Judge didn’t have the answers. After a minute, the man nodded and headed toward the propped open double doors on the courtyard side of the barn.

  Judge wasn’t sure if he should have Cassie with him or meet Ry on his own. Fuck, he wasn’t sure of anything right now.

  Everything on him right now was tight. He was worried he’d be unable to get out the right words he needed to say to his own son.

  Judge didn’t even know him.

  And Ry didn’t know him.

  Judge squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them, Cassie was heading in his direction, worry marring her face. Dodge was standing where she previously stood, also looking in his direction, a frown on his face.

  Her walk turned into a jog as she rushed over to him. “Judge…”

  She didn’t need to say anything more. Just his name and the way she said it was enough. “Yeah.”

  She reached down, snagged his hand and squeezed it hard. Then she tugged him out of his frozen spot and toward the back of the barn.

  “Don’t know what to fuckin’ say to him, Cass.” His chest was getting so fucking tight he was struggling to breathe.

  “Just be you.”

  “Probably fuckin’ hates me.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “How can he not?”

  “I know you, Judge. Just let him get to know you, too.”

  “Don’t even know if that’s why he’s here. Maybe he’s here to put a bullet between my eyes.”

  Cassie sucked in a breath and yanked on his arm. “Don’t even say that!”

  He followed his woman to the back of the barn and up the metal steps to his old apartment, the one his cousin moved into the second Judge moved out. At the top of the stairs, Cassie hesitated.