Judge (Shady Valley Henchmen 1)

I won’t be able to see you there anymore, though.

I knew what I was supposed to say to her then.

I was supposed to say that she was right, that it was smarter not to even try to continue what we had going on, whatever the fuck that was.

Was that what I said, though?

No.

Of-fucking-course not.

Because I seemed determined to end up in an early grave dug by the goddamn Irish mafia.

- I’ll be checking on you while you heal up.

It’s too risky.

- I’m willing to take it.

My brothers won’t give you another warning.

- No, imagine they won’t do that. Which is why I’ll do my best not to get caught.

It’s not worth it.

- Says who?

Be reasonable, Jass.

- Haven’t really ever been accused of being that.

It’s not worth you getting shot over.

- Dunno, baby. Best pussy I’ve ever had. Think it might be worth catching a bullet.

Are you drunk?

- Maybe a little. But that’s besides the point.

Maybe we should talk about this when you’re not drunk.

- Says the woman jacked up on morphine.

At least I’m thinking straight!

- I’m thinking straight too. Can’t help it if my dick does a lot of my thinking.

You’re being ridiculous.

- Made you forget about being in a hospital bed for a few minutes, though, didn’t it?

Oh, so you were just screwing with me.

- Yes and no. Meant every word. But absolutely plan on screwing with you as soon as I can touch you without it hurting.

What if I don’t want that?

- You’d be saying it just because you don’t want me to get in trouble with your brothers.

Or maybe I’ve just had enough of, you know, that.

- Baby, if I were a sadist, I could have your pussy dripping right there in that hospital bed. You’d be begging for me to put my hands on you.

There was another long pause there. And I was starting to get to know her well enough to know it was because she was trying to find a good comeback to that.

But I went ahead and cut off that train of thought.

- Hear an orgasm is good for pain.

I’m in semi-public.

- Know your brothers well enough to know they’d insist on a private room. You gonna try to tell me they didn’t?

It’s a private room. But nurses could come and go at any time.

- There’s a door. And a curtain.

Jass…

- Tell me you don’t want it and I won’t call.

Call?

Did I go ahead and pretend I didn’t see that question mark, pick up, and ring her?

Yeah, yeah, I did that.

Because my selfish ass needed to hear her.

“You can’t call me,” she hissed into the phone.

“Think I just did,” I shot back.

“Someone might—“

“So you’re just going to have to be a little quiet, yeah?” I asked, already feeling my cock hardening at the idea of hearing her make herself come.

“My arm is in a sling,” she told me.

“Still got one good one,” I shot back. “Prop the phone up next to your ear.”

“Jass, this is—“

“Hot?” I broke in.

“My brothers are right outside the door.”

Of course they would be. Standing guard. As if the bastard who put her in the hospital might come back and try to finish what he started.

“They probably think you’re sleeping.”

“But if they hear me talking—“

“Or coming,” I cut in.

“Stop,” she insisted, but the objection was weak.

“Tell me your pussy isn’t already aching and I’ll say goodnight and hang up.”

“I’m all bruised up. I can’t…”

“Sure you can. Would be better if I were there,” I added. “I could just sit off the side of the bed, slide my hand down under the blankets, and start stroking my fingers up and down your pussy.”

“I… this…” she tried to object, but she was already sounding breathless.

“Just slide your hand down, baby,” I urged. “Just like you want me to do. You’ve done it before, right?” I asked, reaching to pull my straining cock out of my pants.

“Y…yeah.”

“Then just like that,” I said, wrapping a hand around my cock. “Are you doing it?” I asked.

“Jass, I’m not… this is… I don’t do this,” she admitted.

“Talk?” I clarified, since she’d already admitted to touching herself.

“Yeah. It’s… I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t have to say anything. Just answer if you want. Are you touching your pussy for me?”

“I… yes,” she said, voice nothing more than a whisper.

“You’re wet just thinking about it being my hand, aren’t you?”

“Yes. This is craz—“

“Get out of your head,” I demanded softly. “Just feel. Are you working your clit or fucking yourself with your fingers?”

“Um… the first.”

“Are you thinking about my fingers or my tongue?”

There was a short pause after her hitched breath. “Tongue.”

“I love tasting you,” I told her, running a finger over the head of my cock. “You’ve got the sweetest fucking pussy.”

A soft mewling sound escaped her at that.

“Slip two fingers into your pussy for me, baby,” I demanded. “Think about my cock stretching you.”