Page 21 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

Judge

F uck. If she doesn’t stop whining in her sleep and grinding that soft, sweet ass against me, I’m going to either blow in my boxers like a teenager, or wake her up and fuck her into the mattress.

It’s been a long while since the last time I picked up a piece, growing tired of nameless faceless women at parties.

Not to mention we’ve been a little busy with all the shit that’s been coming our way.

It didn’t really seem like a good time to go out picking up women.

On one hand, I’m glad. With Kaia back in my life the last thing I need is some hangaround causing trouble.

On the other hand, it’s been such a long time for me that I don’t think I’d last long even if I wanted to do anything with Kaia.

Looks like blowing my load in my shorts is inevitable.

“Mmmm, Leo. Do. Not. Move. Don’t even think about it,” Kaia says, angling her ass just enough for me to feel the sweet heat between her legs.

My hand wraps around her hip, holding her still, “Baby, if you keep doing that I’m going to tear those little panties off and fuck you senseless.”

She freezes for a minute, the only sound in the room is Kaia’s heavy breathing. She rolls slowly toward me, a smirk on her face and pure fucking mischief in her eyes.

“Oh really? What would you do if I did this?” she sits up on her knees and before I can even open my mouth to say something she peels her top off, leaving her sitting in a bright purple bra.

One of those see through ones. That’s important to know because I’m eye to eye with her dark berry-colored nipples, that are just begging to be in my mouth.

I swallow thickly. It wasn’t that many hours ago this woman was off her tits on absinthe and herbal ecstacy. She’s bound to not be in her right mind, but Jesus watching her stand on the bed and slowly peeling her panties down is pushing me to my limit.

“Babe, how about you pop those back on and let’s get you another glass of water, hmm? Just to sober you up a little.” As much as I want her, I can’t in all good conscience, take her when she’s not sound of mind or whatever the words are.

“Huh?” Her lip curls up as she looks down at me. She looks fucking adorable. And mad. “What the hell Leo? You can’t threaten to fuck me senseless and then take it back! Is it my body?” she looks down at her soft belly, sucking it in, then looking behind her at that fantastic ass.

I sit up, reaching for her hands. “Babe, it’s not about the belly or the ass, I’m fucking hard as steel looking at you. It’s about how you’re still drunk and I’m not fucking you when you’re not with me, on the level, with everything we do.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m perfectly fine. I get that I was pretty tipsy last night, but I’m completely sober. Whatever the hell Pops and Chewy put in those drinks is magic because I feel pretty good.” She shrugs, then frowns at me. “You’re an ass.”

She walks that sweet ass to the end of the bed, before stepping off the end, moving to pick up her clothes, looking through her pockets.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for my phone.” She finds it, and presses the button to wake it up, checking the time. She throws it on the bedside then waltzes right out of the room.

I lie there, staring out the door, cock still at full mast. What the hell just happened? One minute she was hot for me, the next, in the kitchen. OK, I get that it was my fault for ruining the mood, but still, I definitely thought she was coming back to bed. What the hell do I do?

I peek out the door, trying to get a glimpse of what she’s doing out there.

It’s loud, and there seems to be some banging, but I can’t make out what that could mean.

Shit. I’ve messed this up and I have no idea how to get us back on track.

Not just because my dick wants to get wet, but because it feels like I ruined a moment and I have no idea how to get it back.

I could go out there and be all manly alpha, or I could just continue to sit here and wait for her to come back.

If she comes back. A door slams and the shower starts up, the running water loud in the silent trailer.

I sit for another beat and then realize I’m going to have to ask for advice. Dammit.

Leaning over I stretch to pick my jeans up from the floor, pulling my phone from my pocket and speed dialling the one person who can help me.

“Kid?”

“Pops, I need your help.”

“Why are you whispering?” he yells back.

“I did something and Kaia stomped out of the room and now she’s in the shower.”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. “Did you do something to hurt her?” Pops’ tone is menacing, slow and low.

“No! I tried not to hurt her!”

“Explain!”

I run my hand down my face. I can’t believe I’m going to have to say this shit out loud. “We woke up feeling…amorous. I told her if she didn’t stop teasing me I’d hmmm her.”

“You’d what?”

“Hmm her. You know, make love to her.” I shake my head, “Anyway, she called my bluff and started getting, ah, comfortable, ”

“Comfortable?”

“You know, when women in those old movies say ‘let me change into something a little more comfortable ’?”

“Kid, I have no idea what the fuck you’re saying other than you’re sounding like a fucking prude.”

“Ugh, look, she got more comfortable and then I realized that maybe she was still drunk from last night and I didn’t want to, ah, make love to her until she was in her right mind and in control of her actions.”

It’s silent on the line again, then a long, drawn out sigh.

“You’re an idiot. The drinks are specially formulated to burn off fast. No hangovers.

It’s been at least nine hours since she had the last one.

That woman was in her right mind and wanted your dumb ass.

She’s probably in the shower embarrassed as fuck. ”

I flop back onto the bed, groaning. Why am I always fucking this up?

“Judge?”

“Yeah?”

“Go fix it! Jesus Christ,” he keeps mumbling right up until the point he hangs up on me.

And then I hear something. A whimper. Then another, coming from the bathroom and my gut clenches, chest tightening.

I did that. I doubted Kaia’s word, then I made her feel bad about herself.

She’s probably in there right now, looking at her beautiful body with nothing but contempt because she has scars and stretch marks.

Things that make her infinitely more beautiful in my eyes and I’ve made her feel less than.

Another whimper sounds out and I can’t take it anymore.

My feet eat up the distance between us. I don’t knock, I just walk straight in, coming to a complete stop when another whimper leaves her lips, then a long shuddering moan as she pants through her orgasm, showerhead pointed directly at the promised land.

“Out. Now.”

Kaia

A growl echoes through the bathroom and I freeze in my post orgasmic haze.

“Out. Now.”

I freeze, water still hitting my clit at full force, my core clenching as my legs begin to shake with another impending orgasm.

I hold Leo’s eye contact as my peak builds.

He takes one step toward me, his body heaving as if he’s run a marathon while I was in here ridding myself of the pent up sexual tension.

His breathing is labored, as if watching me bring myself to completion is painful for him.

Running my gaze down his body and seeing the purple head of his cock peeking out from the top of his boxer shorts, maybe it is.

The light in the bathroom glistens off a small wet patch on his lower belly, the dark hair matted from where his cock is leaking precum. Just the thought of running my mouth over that patch, tasting his essence on my tongue has my peak hitting me at full force, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Dammit, Kaia!”

He rips the shower head from my hand, shuts off the water and throws me dripping wet over his shoulder.

“Stubborn fucking woman, I thought I’d fucking hurt you with my words, refusing to fuck you, whimpering in here like I broke your damn heart and instead you’re playing with that pretty pussy,” he mutters under his breath, spanking my wet ass in punishment.

My ass burns for a moment before Leo’s rough palm soothes the sting, his long fingers dipping between my legs, sliding easily into my wet hole, my muscles clenching around his fingers.

“Fuuuuck baby, your greedy little pussy is aching to be filled.”

I whimper at his words and wonder why the hell it’s taking us so long to get to the bedroom until I recognize the carpet under foot.

I brace myself to be tossed onto the bed, however typical Leo doesn’t do that.

Instead he gently maneuvers me off his shoulder, somehow flipping me around until I’m in his arms, bridal style.

He places one knee on the bed, then the other, shuffling us until he’s able to gently lay me down, my head on the pillow.

He gazes down at me with heat in his eyes, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. I’m unsure if it’s from the look he’s giving me or the cool air drying my skin. He runs a hand from my throat, down between my breasts and over my stomach before moving to my thigh, slowly, reverently.

“I never in a million years thought I’d ever get the chance to see you like this ever again,” he whispers, voice raw.

I roll my eyes, trying to lighten the heaviness of his words. “Like you thought about me while you were out sowing your wild oats.”

His large palm rests on my thigh, his rough thumb rubbing just inside my thigh. Not sexual, and yet, it seems to be ramping up my desire nonetheless.

“I thought about you more than was good for me,” he murmurs.

My hand moves of its own accord, cupping his cheek, his beard rough on my skin. “I thought about you too,” I whisper, not wanting to speak too loudly and ruin whatever this is bubbling between us.