Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

Fuck yeah.

He leaned over her back as she gripped the table’s edge and he groaned into her ear about how tight and wet she was.

With little whimpers, she encouraged him to fuck her harder. He did.

To fuck her deeper. He did.

To fuck her faster. He did.

Over and over he drove harder, faster, deeper. His fingers digging into the flesh at her hip and fisting her long, blonde hair.

Jesus fuck. She was perfection.

Goddamn perfection.

The pressure built. In his gut, in his balls. He thrust one more time and spilled deep inside her, his dick twitching, his balls emptying.

And when he was done, he laid there, his face buried in his pillow, his fingers clutching the sheets, his breathing rough and quick.

Then he heard it.

A donkey braying.

Fuck.

He slipped out of the silicone pussy and rolled over, making sure his load didn’t spill all over his sheets. He grabbed his cell phone and some tissues from the nightstand.

The donkey brayed again, and Judge answered the phone with one hand while cleaning off the majority of the mess on his dick with the other. “Yo.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

Judge glanced at the cum-filled Fleshlight, which he’d propped upright on the nightstand. “Was sleepin’.”

“Why you out of breath?”

“Why the fuck you callin’ me?” He pulled his phone away and glanced at the time. Fuck, it was later than he realized. Following Cassie home every night around two-thirty in the morning sucked. It was fucking up his sleep.

Deke snorted. “Got news.”

“Couldn’t have waited ‘til I got to the office?”

There was a long hesitation, then, “Coulda. But figured the dogs woulda had you up by now.”

“Let ‘em out this mornin’ around three, after getting back.”

“No sign of the fucker, right?”

That sounded like a question Deke wasn’t expecting an answer to. Like he already knew that answer. “No.”

“You chat her up?”

Not as much as he’d hoped. “Not enough.”

“Maybe you need to charm her with that flavor savor of yours. Bet if you try hard enough you can still smell the last ten pussies you ate, along with the pepperoni pizza from last week.”

“Deke,” he muttered, tired of the endless shit he gave him about his beard. “Gonna hang the fuck up.”

His cousin’s laughter hit his ear. “The fuck you will.”

Judge pressed the End Call button and the phone went dark.

He waited.

The donkey brayed again as both dogs came running into his bedroom and took a flying leap onto the bed.

Judge reluctantly answered the call and put the phone to his ear, making sure neither wet snouts ended up anywhere near his now soft, but still somewhat messy, dick.

He needed to shower, feed himself and the dogs, and get to the office. He had no time for lying in bed and chatting with Deke like two fucking teen girls.

“Got info.”

“Said that once already. Still ain’t heard it.”

“Jesus fuck, someone’s cranky. Call Billie or somethin’.”

Billie wasn’t going to cut it. Right now, Judge only wanted one woman.

Though that woman acted like she didn’t want him.

She did. Again, she just didn’t know it yet.

“Deke...”

“Did a quick search online. Found out where she worked up here. Went there and talked to another vet tech—”

Judge brushed his fingers over the buzzed hair on his head. “Another vet tech?”

“Yeah, Cassie’s a vet tech. Or was. Good at her job. Seems she was liked well enough by the people there. At least ‘til all the shit with Lange hit the fan.”

Judge stared at the ceiling and propped a bent arm under his head. “Was she involved?”

“People think she was. Said there was no way she couldn’t have known.”

“Which is bullshit.”

“Yeah,” Deke agreed. “Turns out Lange had a gamblin’ problem.”

Jesus fuck. That would make sense. “Shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t know.”

“He musta hid it well.” Unless she did know and lied about it to her coworkers.

“Some locals can’t believe it wasn’t obvious.”

“Guess it wasn’t obvious to Lange’s employer, either, if he had a chance to embezzle all that fuckin’ scratch.”

“Any-fuckin-way, the tech—who’s fuckin’ hot as fuck—”

“Christ, Deke. You fuckin’ did her?”

Silence.

Judge groaned. Of course, he did. “Jesus, you fuckin’ did her.” The man was good at finding ways to get info. Even if he had to use his own dick.

Not that fucking hot pussy was a hardship for him.

“Pillow talk got me good info from her last night. Any-fuckin-way, Beth—”

“Beth,” Judge muttered to the ceiling.

“Beth said Lange wanted to take out a second mortgage. Of course, Cassie woulda had to sign for it since the house was in both their names. She refused when he wouldn’t give her a straight answer on why they needed the line of credit. When she got suspicious, she began diggin’ and discovered their joint bank accounts drained. Their retirement accounts zeroed out, too. Their life savings? Fuckin’ gone. He blew through it all like a cokehead with an eight ball. Cassie kicked his ass out after she confronted him ‘bout the money. They didn’t have a lot but what little they had was lost in online card games, and at the tracks. Played both the ponies and the hounds.”