Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

Heat rushed into his cheeks. “Ain’t a virgin.”

“That’s not what your fist says.” Molly laughed.

Fucking laughed.

Fuck her.

“Show me what I’m payin’ for first.”

“I’m sitting right here.”

“You know what I fuckin’ mean.”

Molly sighed loudly, like this was a chore for her. She shoved up her short denim skirt, opened her legs and spread her pussy with her long-nailed fingers. “There you go, kid.”

He couldn’t see shit since it was so damn dark in that minivan, even with the vehicle’s interior light. But it was a free place to go and Molly had access to all the car keys on the lot since she worked there as a receptionist during the day.

Judd climbed into the van and slid the door almost closed. He left it open just enough for the overhead light to remain on. He pulled out the money, waved it in the air and then shoved it back deep into his pocket.

“Shut it all the way so the cops don’t spot us in here.”

He frowned and shut it, engulfing the whole van in darkness.

“How do you want me, kid?”

He wanted her to stop calling him a fucking kid, that was what he wanted! He was fucking sixteen. He wasn’t a kid anymore.

But he had no fucking clue on which way would be best in the back of a minivan. He’d seen a lot of fucking in his life. And he’d seen women getting it in all kinds of positions. But he knew this would be once and done for the fifty bucks he was paying, so he wanted to pick the position he’d last the longest.

Trip hadn’t lasted long his first time, which was one reason he was ribbed so hard afterward by all the brothers. Judge didn’t want that happening to him.

“Just pull your fucking pants down and sit on the seat. Christ, kid. It’s not rocket science.”

Judd quickly undid his belt buckle and his jeans, shoving them all the way to his boots.

“God, you’re just a gangly thing, aren’t you? Nothing like your pop.”

“You seen my pop naked?” Judd wondered if his mother knew. Or if Trixie even cared.

Not answering, Molly moved off the seat, waited for him to get settled, and then she shoved her skirt up even higher.

A smell wafted to him that made his nose wrinkle. Is that what they all stunk like?

So fucking gross.

But fuck it. They were there. He had the scratch and wraps. He was doing this.

He pulled a wrap from the front pocket of his jeans and handed it to her. With an annoyed sigh, she took it, ripped it open and rolled it down his dick.

He almost lost it when she did. That did not give him confidence in his staying power with what was coming next.

Maybe if he concentrated on the smell, he’d last longer. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. He inhaled deeply and almost puked.

Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

With that rot, maybe this whole thing wasn’t a good fucking idea.

Fuck it. He was doing this. He could be pickier later.

“Wanna see your tits,” he demanded as she began to climb on his lap.

“Not for a fifty.”

“How much more?”

“’Nother twenty.”

She was fucking crazy. He’d seen them before at the warehouse. They weren’t worth a fucking twenty. Fuck it.

He held his breath as she wiggled herself into place, grabbed his dick, holding it where it needed to be and...

And...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

He groaned as his load shot out of his balls and into the wrap before he was even able to stick it in. “Fuck!”

The bitch snorted.

Judd didn’t find any of it funny.

“Wanna eat me out, instead, for that fifty?”

He tried not to gag. “No.”

Molly shrugged, climbed off him and yanked her skirt down. “Better luck next time, kid.” Then she dug into his jeans and yanked out the money he had tucked in the pocket. She slid open the door and disappeared into the dark.

He dropped his head back onto the seat, closed his eyes and blew out a breath. He just paid fifty bucks for something he could’ve done himself.

He yanked off the full wrap and tossed it onto the van floor with a curse. Then he yanked up his jeans and climbed out.

He was still a goddamn virgin.

He had already told Trip and Sig he was getting some tonight with Molly. Now he was going to have to lie.

He cautiously made his way out of the car lot, crossed the railroad tracks and hoofed it two more blocks home.

When a pig mobile raced past him, he hid behind a bush. His night had already gone to shit and him getting caught out after curfew would just be the fucking cherry on the...

Yeah, cherry on the virgin.

He blew out a frustrated breath and kept going. His pop wouldn’t care if he was out after curfew, but he’d care if 5-0 brought him home.