Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

He didn’t give a fuck about ripping those two patches off. Those were the two reasons that caused the Fury to burn to the ground in the first place.

Nothing but murder and mayhem...

When Whip and Rev strode by, Rev asked, “You assholes comin’?”

“Not yet.” But that was his plan for later. He just needed to pick a place to plant his cum.

“Yep.” Ozzy dismounted and chased after them.

“Fuck,” Rook said softly next to him, which had Judge glancing at the man who was now standing in front of his own sled, a black beanie yanked over his head, dark sunglasses on his face, and his hands on his hips.

“What’s up?”

“Fuck, man, look at that piece of fuckin’ ass headin’ this way. What I’d do to stick my dick in that...”

Judge’s gaze slid from Rook to the object of the man’s attention. With a quick glance, he noticed a woman walking in their direction—her face a bit pale, her eyes a bit wide and worried, and her hand tightly gripping a little girl’s—had caught every male with a dick’s attention.

Judge’s jaw got tight at a couple of catcalls coming from his brothers which made the blonde move a bit quicker, dragging the girl, who looked about five, along with her. The girl also had blonde hair just like her mother.

Or who he assumed was her mother.

“You comin’?” Rook asked him, his eyes still glued to the very generous hips and thighs heading their way.

Judge could tell, even with her walking swiftly and stiffly, she couldn’t control the natural rock and roll to those hips. Nor the bounce to those tits, which were the perfect size for a man to be smothered to death. While wearing a smile.

They were just how he liked them. Tits, ass and pussy big enough to get lost in.

And this one had it all.

Problem was, she had a kid attached to her and she looked scared as fuck.

“You go on. Be there in a sec,” Judge mumbled.

He didn’t miss Rook’s grin. “Aimin’ high, Judge. But she’s haulin’ some baggage with her.”

Judge didn’t answer, he only kept his eyes locked on someone a fuck of a lot better looking than Rook.

Rook snorted, shook his head and wandered off, following the rest of his brothers as they headed toward Dino’s Diner.

Judge tugged on his knit beanie, pulling it lower over his head, but kept his eyes on the blonde. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed she was walking a direct line to an old silver Honda SUV. As they got close to it, she let go of the girl’s hand and then screamed, “Daisy!” as little legs became a blur.

“Oh fuck,” Judge muttered as the little snot monkey came tearing toward him.

“Daisy!” her mother screamed, now in a panic, and almost took a header herself right onto the pavement.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered again as mom caught herself and kept hauling ass after her lightning-quick daughter.

But those stubby legs outran those fucking long, wrap-those-around-my-ears legs and got to him before she did. Though, Judge might have enjoyed watching those tits bounce out of control beneath her open coat as the woman scrambled to keep up.

“Hi!” was screamed up at him with a big smile and a sloppy wave.

“Guess your name’s Daisy,” Judge grumbled, looking down into bright blue eyes and a whole bunch of sass. One little hand was plugged onto one equally little jutted out hip.

“How d’you know that?”

Judge jerked his chin up at the woman who was finally catching up. “That your mom?”

Daisy glanced over her shoulder and frowned. “Yeah.”

“That’s how I know. Was screamin’ your name and you ignored her.”

Daisy rolled her eyes. “She’s alllllways screamin’ my name.”

“You give her a reason to scream your name?”

The little girl dug the toe of her tiny light blue sneaker covered with daisies into the pavement, making some beads on her laces jingle. “Nooooo.”

“That don’t sound convincin’,” Judge told her.

She shot him a bright smile. “I—”

“Daisy!” the blonde, curvy woman yelled, blindly reaching for her daughter as she kept her eyes glued on Judge, who hadn’t moved from his sled. “We have to go.” She sounded out of breath—whether she was out of shape or because she was scared of him, Judge didn’t know—as she grabbed her daughter’s arm and tugged.

“Mommmmma, I’m just sayin’ hi!”

Another tug. “You said it, now we have to go.”

“He didn’t say hi back yet!” she screamed.

Judge winced. For fuck’s sake, that kid was going to be a handful.

“Hi, Daisy,” he said, biting back a snort.

She glanced up at her mother, “Now you say it.”

Mom acted like she didn’t understand. She probably wanted to disappear into the blacktop. “Say what, sweetie?”

“Say hi!”

Blondie blinked and her mouth dropped open slightly. “Umm. Hi.” Color tinged her cheeks.

“Now you say it back,” Daisy demanded from Judge.

“Know how this works, kid,” he told her.