Mr. Judge: A Man Who Knows What He Wants

Her face lights up, her eyes shining. She’s got so much youthful energy, so much to offer me.

“It felt strange using your credit card. But if you’re my boyfriend…”

I laugh. “How many times do you need me to say it? You’re my girlfriend.”

And so much else, I almost add, but somehow I hold that part back. She looks at me for a long time, her dress cut just low enough for me to make out the tempting shape of her cleavage. I can see enough to get my mind stirring, to make me think of slipping my precome-slick cock between them, tit fucking her as they bounce up and down, her small hands pinching her nipples.

“What?” she murmurs.

“What?” I smirk.

“You’re looking at me… funny.”

“I can’t help it,” I tell her. “It’s everything about you. You’re so beautiful. You’re so attractive. You’re…”

Everything I want in a woman. Everything I’ve ever wanted.

“What are you going to order?” I ask, changing the subject before I unleash the full force of my passion.

“I’m not sure,” she says. “I guess I don’t need a salad?”

I remember what she said before, about her weight, and my hands tightens on the menu. It’s like they’re getting ready to smash into somebody’s face.

I shake my head.

“You can order whatever you like. I might be a real pig and get the double-stack burger.”

“Double?” She grins. “I’m getting the triple.”

I laugh, throwing my head back, not caring when people look over at us from the other tables.

“I love making you laugh,” she says, her eyes all shy again, aimed down at the table.

“You’re funny,” I say.

She shrugs. “Funny looking, or just funny?”

“Funny,” I growl. “And smart. And beautiful. And…”

And everything I need. Forever. Get that womb ready, girl. I’m claiming you for life.

“What?” she says.

I shrug.

“You were going to say something,” she presses, leaning forward, staring at me in that sassy way. “I can tell. What was it? What were you going to say?”

I can feel my blood pumping hard in my veins.

At the challenging look on her face, my balls grow, my seed aching. It actually hurts, as though needing to erupt and stream into her. My cock pressed against my pants, the zipper digging in painfully.

“It’s…”

“Are you ready to order?”

The waiter appears at the edge of our table. The tall mustached man smiles, oblivious to the moment he’s just shattered. It’s not his fault.

Maybe I should thank him. He stopped me from revealing the truth.

“I’m not sure,” Piper says, looking down at the menu. “Maybe, I don’t know, I need a couple more minutes?”

I nod. “Yeah, a few more minutes.”

The waiter leaves and she tilts her head at me. She’s got an expectant glint in her eyes, that sassy curious shine. I almost want Bones to leap up and start barking, to pull the leash from beneath my foot, but he’s too busy with his bone.

“You were saying…” She gestures with her hand.

“I…” Swallowing hurts. Everything feels pained. “Piper, you mean a—”

I turn as the waiter approaches again, barely ten seconds after we said we needed some time. I’m cautioning myself to be friendly, not to let my temper flare when I look up and find someone else staring down at me.

He’s a bald man, a tribal tattoo creeping up his neck, his cheeks looking gaunt. He’s wearing an Army-style jacket, cargo pants, and big scuffed brown boots.

Suddenly I remember him, by sight alone. I can’t recall his name.

I arrested him once.

“Hello, Officer Prescott,” the man says.

I laugh gruffly. “Is this supposed to be intimidating?”

The man looks around the restaurant, as I reach under the table and softly scratch the back of Bones’ neck. He’s forgotten his bone, his lips peeled back, rumbling softly. I stroke his fur, letting him know it’s okay. He doesn’t have to leap.

“You’ve got me at a disadvantage,” I say. “But as you can see, my woman and I are about to have dinner. I’m sure we can do this some other time.”

“No, no fucking way.”

The man steps back, reaches into his jacket pocket, and takes out an object. With a flick of his wrist, the butterfly knife expands with a sharp hiss.

“We’re settling this now.”

I sigh as I reach down, taking Bones’ leash and then handing it to Piper. She stares at me wide-eyed, with no idea what to do. I hope the look I give her is reassuring.

Then I stand. The whole restaurant gasps as the man takes a couple of steps back, waving the knife in the air, with a hiss hiss noise.

“Are you sure you want to do this? When did I arrest you, over a decade ago?”

“You never arrested me.” The man slashes at nothing, threatening. “You arrested my brother.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Piper

I reach down and grab onto Bones’s collar, letting him know he can’t get involved. My other hand is on the handle of his leash, just like Pearce wanted, but I can’t stop my heart from thundering so hard it feels like it’s choking me.