Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

He only had one wrap in his chain wallet. He had a box in his bedroom.

They would need the box.

And again, he wanted to see everything, he didn’t want one inch of her hidden from him.

He also wanted to take his time exploring her, not do a quick bust-a-nut. Those he could do with any woman, sweet butt or otherwise.

He blew out a breath as she continued to explore his erection over his jeans. “Cassie...”

Her hand stilled at her name.

Fuck. He wanted her to stop but he also didn’t want her to stop.

They needed to move.

Like fucking now.

“Last chance to not make that mistake,” he murmured into her hair, hoping like fuck she didn’t change her mind.

“Why do you think it would be my mistake? How do you know it’s not you making the mistake?” came the muffled question from his thermal.

Yeah, most men didn’t see sex as making a mistake. Unless the woman trapped him in some way. Then it was a big fucking mistake.

He’d made one of those. And it’s why he always wore wraps, even if the female was on birth control. It was also why he would only use his own wraps. Ones which had been in his control the whole time, because, yeah... He learned that lesson the hard fucking way.

It only took once.

Now was not the time to dredge up that old shit. He had Cassie in his arms and his fucking fantasy was about to come true.

Instead of answering her, he released her ass and her hair, grabbed the hand she still had on his dick and pulled her down the short hallway to his bedroom at the end. He hit the light and froze.

For fuck’s sake. He forgot.

He spun on his boot and blocked her view. “Wanna hit the head first?”

Her brow furrowed. “Uh, sure.”

“Door on the left there.”

She gave him a look, nodded and then went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He rushed to the nightstand, grabbed the Fleshlight and hurried to the closet. He shoved into the far corner, keeping it upright so the last load he dumped in it—and forgot to clean out—wouldn’t spill.

He quietly closed the closet door, went back to the nightstand, swiped the lube off the top and tucked it in the back of the drawer before pulling out the box of wraps.

He heard the toilet flush, the water run, and the door open.

He turned and waited.

And he lost his goddamn breath when she stepped through his bedroom door. She hesitated, her eyes going from him to the bed and back.

He glanced over his shoulder to check his sheets to make sure there wasn’t anything stained on them and they were half-decently clean. The bed wasn’t made but she was just going to have to live with that.

Jury pushed past Cassie and took a flying leap onto the bed. She was claiming her spot before they did.

“Jury, off,” he growled and pointed to her dog bed in the corner. The only time he forced her to sleep there was when he had a visitor.

Jury gave him a you-suck look, jumped off and curled up in the expensive bed he bought her that she spent, at most, an hour of her time in whenever a sweet butt was up in his apartment.

Tonight, if it was up to Judge, she would spend more time than an hour in that bed. Because Cassie would be in his for much longer.

Cassie was no fucking sweet butt. There would be no kicking her ass out as soon as he shot his load.

“Just gonna stand there?” he asked.

“Are you?” she countered. He could see the shake in her hand as she brushed the hair out of her face.

Yeah, she was fucking nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect from him or how this would go.

Or maybe she was second-guessing her decision to stay.

If she was, he needed to make sure she had no reason to bolt. The only direction she should be taking is toward him, not toward the front door.

He couldn’t wait for her to change her mind.

So, he didn’t.

He took a couple of long strides to where she stood, her eyes glued to him as he approached, never stopping as his body knocked into hers, his arms grabbing her so she wouldn’t lose her balance. The air rushed from her and her blue eyes lifted to his in surprise.

Then something changed, surprising him instead.

She grabbed the fabric of his thermal at his chest with both fists, pulled him in a circle and shoved him against the wall. With one hand, she grabbed his beard and yanked it so hard he had no choice but to lower his head. Then she took his mouth.

She took his mouth.

This woman was not having second thoughts.

This time he let her tongue take control of his mouth. He let her have all the control. And he was kind of liking it.