Chasing Serenity (River Rain 1)

I let him claim me, his arms gliding around me, pulling me half on him, as he asked quietly, “You awake, Coco?”

I loved my nickname, mostly because I only allowed those I cared deeply about to use it.

I adored it coming from Judge.

I moved full on him and tucked my face in his neck.

I kissed him there. “I’m awake.”

“Wanna shower together?”

That’d be nice.

Just…later.

I kissed his throat. “In a minute.”

His arms around me spasmed as he caught my meaning and he started to roll us.

I clamped on his hips with my legs and pushed up to sitting astride him.

Judge, who did not at all fight fair, pushed up too.

I took a page out of his book, put a hand between his pecs and ordered, “Lie back.”

“In a sec,” he muttered, his lips landing on my chest.

I wrapped the fingers of both hands around his neck and squeezed. “No. Now.”

He tipped his head. “Now who’s sucked down some bossy?”

“I’m going to suck something,” I shared.

That something I intended to suck was already stirring under me, I knew how pretty it was, I knew how good it felt, so I was looking forward to it.

“Judge, lie back,” I demanded impatiently.

“We don’t have a lot of time, baby, and when you got your mouth wrapped around my cock, I want you to take your time.”

This was something to consider.

Sadly, in noting it as something to consider, I lost concentration on what I was doing.

Therefore, I found myself on my knees facing the headboard and Judge’s hand was moving my arm so he could wrap my fingers there.

His other hand was moving somewhere else entirely.

“Judge,” I warned.

He straddled my calves. “Fast fuck now, you can blow me tonight,” he said in my ear.

Unfortunately, this had the result of gathering wet between my legs.

Or more wet.

“Judge.”

He pulled my panties over my ass and ordered, “Tip.”

Oh God.

“Ju—”

He tweaked my nipple.

That charged through me and my head fell back to his shoulder.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing his hard cock to my ass.

“That’s not where that goes,” I pointed out.

I didn’t want to admit I sounded like I was semi-panting, but I was.

He grinned against the skin of my neck, then kissed me there, this before he reached to his nightstand for one of the condoms lying there.

“Best hold on tight,” he suggested.

I’d already learned that.

He prepared.

I tipped.

Judge dipped.

And I forgot all about blowjobs when I got him back.

I held on to the headboard.

He held on to two delicious parts of me (well, one, the other one that ran low, he did other things to).

And we fucked fast.

It was Judge and me.

So in other words, it was sublime.

Chapter 22

The Normal

Judge

There were certain things you knew right off the bat you were going to remember for the rest of your life.

Early that afternoon, sensing Chloe, looking out the window of his office and seeing her swanning through the cubbies that formed the workspaces that resided on the upper floor, he was going to remember.

Chloe wearing a flowy, high neck, pink blouse with big sleeves, tight jeans, and high-heeled brown pumps, her eyes on him, Judge was going to remember that.

Remember that beautiful woman walking right to him.

Remember what she was wearing.

Remember in that moment, he knew how she tasted.

Remember in that moment what she’d sounded like just hours earlier when he’d made her come.

What she felt like, slick and tight around his cock.

The way she’d looked when she had her gaze locked to him and called him perfect.

The way her eyes filled with tears when he explained why he did something dorky, covering his bedroom in rose petals and candles, but it meant a lot to her, why he did it.

No.

To his LA reared, France dwelling, droll, sophisticated, well-spoken, well-traveled, successful Chloe, something that completely sappy meant the world.

He would remember all that as he watched the smartest, classiest, most fashionable, loving, funny, sexy, beautiful woman he’d ever met walk toward his office.

Walk toward him.

Because she was his.

But he hoped he forgot the look on her face.

He was at the door before she hit it and he pulled her in when she led with, “I’m going back to holding a month-long silence with Sasha. I might extend it to two.”

Once he got her in, he closed the door and sat her down in the chair facing his desk.

He then rested half of his ass and a thigh on the edge and ordered, “Talk to me.”

She fiddled with the strap on her small bag that was in her lap, head bent to it, and told it, “She apologized profusely. She feels terrible about it. It hurt to watch her even talk about it. And she said she wants the opportunity to apologize to you too.”

“Wasn’t me she laid out,” Judge reminded her and then asked, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”