Page 29 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

Judge

“ Y ou know, sometimes I watch Chewy and Pops and realize I’m not making the best use of my free will,” Dex says, head cocked watching Chewy pour hot oil into some weird as fuck metal boots Pops strapped onto Seth’s feet.

Seth’s blood curdling screams has excitement bubbling up in my gut eager to see what happens next.

“You got plans to use that free will?” I raise a brow at him.

“Heading to the new chapter I thought I might take a leaf out of Chewy’s book,” he replies, eyes on Pops using the smelling salts on Seth.

“You wanna become the icer?”

He swings his head toward me. “Fuck no! I meant, I might get a gator. You know, something to take care of.”

Omen snorts, shaking his head at Dex’s plans. “You do know that gators are dangerous, right? They’ll take your hand off if you’re not careful.”

“Same as Chewy and Rhodie still loves her,” Rider answers with a grin, ignoring Rhodie’s growl.

“Babe, I need you to change the music,” Chewy calls out ignoring Rider, “Now the feet are done I need something peppy for the junk,” Chewy points at Seth’s cock and balls, her nose screwed up.

“P-please no, n-no more, I swear, I swear that I’ll leave and never come back,” he sobs, snot and drool covering his chin as he wildly searches the room, “Kaia! Kaia! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll leave you alone, I p-promise!”

Kaia stands with a blank look on her face, staring at Seth like he’s dog shit on the bottom of her shoe. She takes a step toward him, then another until she’s right in front of him, head tipped back as she’s at least a foot shorter than he is.

“You broke me, killed my father and threatened my kids. My daughter, you piece of shit. I hope you live a long, lonely, painful life.” She grins at him, then takes a large step back, far enough away from him that my long reach can hook her by her belt loop on her jeans and drag her back into me.

“Proud of you, little mama.”

“Thanks, baby,” she murmurs back at me.

The LED lights that decorate the new Rev Room start pulsing to the opening beats of “You spin me right round” blasting through the speakers. Chewy claps her hands before spinning and shimmying over to Rhodie, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“What do you think she’s going to do now?” Kaia whispers over her shoulder, bopping her head to the music.

“I dunno. She mentioned his junk so it could be fish related.” Tank says, staring at the matching grins Pops and Chewy sport.

“What the fuck are they doing with that cat food?” Switch yells, eyes wide.

“Oh oh! I know!” Mira raises her hand.

The girl gang including my fucking woman take off to find out what Mira knows. She starts drawing some weird as shit thing on a rolling whiteboard and the women all gasp before cackling.

“Tank, tell your woman not to leave her day job,” Savage says, eyeing Mira’s shitty drawing.

“What? No, she’s an amazing artist. That’s a, um, compost heap that she’s drawing.” Tank’s head is cocked and he’s squinting his eyes.

We follow his lead but I ain’t seeing it.

“Baby, what’s the picture of?” Tank calls out.

“Oh, it’s his cock and balls,” Mira grins.

“If that’s what you’re packing brother, I’d be seeing a doctor about it,” Rider chortles.

“Yeah OK. Maybe she’s a better writer than artist,” Tank grumbles before winking at his ol lady.

Chewy and Pops have now not only covered Seth’s privates with catfood, but they’ve also started to remove his boots.

“Switch, can you please stand by?”

Switch nods his head, stepping forward, eyes on what’s about to be uncovered.

Pops and Chewy share a look, then quickly release the catches on the metal boots and jump back, oil pouring out of them and down into the large drainage guttering in the floor.

This version of the Rev Room is a shit ton more impressive than the one we used to have.

It’s around six times bigger to begin with, covered in sanitizable services and floor drains.

Which kinda makes me wonder what the hell they were doing in here before they all joined the DRMC.

“Holy shit, it smells like pork belly!” Fox comments, staring at the mottled and burnt flesh of Seth’s feet, some of his heel hanging off onto the floor.

“Yeah, I mean we pretty much deep fried his dogs,” Chewy says as if it’s an everyday occurrence.

“Third degree burn,” Switch says in his booming voice, “at this level it’s enough to destroy ligaments, muscle, fat.

” He waves at Seth’s feet. The guy has been in and out of consciousness with the pain, but every time he blacks out, Pops hits him with the smelling salts and some form of “wakey wakey.” “That’s why it smells like that. ”

We all watch as Chewy waves Saint and Vex to get Seth down from the ceiling, then waves at them to lie him on the floor.

She stares down at him for a moment, her fingers tapping their usual rhythm, before she leans forward, grabs his wrists then yanks him to the left, his dragging feet leaving skin and some type of meat in his wake.

“Argh, this shit is so messed up,” Wire grumbles. “It’s gross as hell but the smell is making me hungry.”

“Oh! Mama Debs left snacks!” Ana announces, rushing away to one of the offices that come off the main Rev Room. In moments she’s back, carrying a platter stacked with sliders.

“Oh nice, pulled pork,” Rider snags two, stuffing one in his mouth like he’s starving.

“You know,” Omen Landry starts. “I grew up in a fucking evil place, right?” I nod, throwing my arm over my woman as she snuggles into me, handing me a slider.

“I thought I’d seen all there was to see.

But now I’m standing here with some of the best men and women I’ve ever met, eating pulled pork sliders, watching some guy have his feet deep fried with cat food on his junk.

” He takes a bite of his slider. “Fucking wild.”

Kaia stares at him for a moment, before looking up at me with a huge grin. “He’s not wrong,” she takes a bite of her own slider, groaning around the tender, flavorsome meat.

“Babe, you gotta stop those moans,” I murmur in her ear.

She stops mid chew, “Or what?” The little minx raises her brow.

“I throw you over my shoulder, take you to the trailer and fuck you all night. You’ll miss knowing what happened to this piece of shit.” I tip my head toward Seth, who yet again is snivelling and crying between passing out.

“Aw, you don’t play fair,” she whines, taking another bite and actively tries not to moan.

I snort at her, then press a kiss to the top of her curly crown.

“Rhodie, I need something super peppy babe. Tonight we celebrate the first time someone has been in the Rev Room and not gone out in a body bag. It’s really unheard of and yet here we are,” Chewy waves her hand around.

She stares at the man at her feet, before squatting down, staring at him.

“You better thank Kaia that she’s willing to let you live,” she pats his cheek hard, before shoving his face in Kaia’s direction.

“T-thank you Kaia. I-I’m so sorry,” he whispers through a throat that sounds raw as fuck from his screams.

“Thank me later,” Kaia says, her gaze cold.

“OK, release the hounds!” Chewy shouts with glee as Pharrell’s Happy comes piping through the speakers and Pops opens Chomper and Gretchen’s playpen.

Kaia

“Do you think any of us need to be worried that Pops has in his possession chemicals that can pretty much turn you into a zombie?” I turn to Leo, trying to gauge the look on his face.

He stands on the trailer porch, his face screwed up. “I think it should be more worrying that Pops can even make that stuff.”

I snort, nodding my head in agreement. After Chewy and Saint’s gators ate Seth’s junk, Pops injected him with some type of liquid that he assures me will render Seth pretty much in a vegetative state, but he’d be aware of everything happening to him.

Kinda like that locked in syndrome I’d seen on Grey’s Anatomy.

“Hey, you good with what we did tonight?” Leo asks, turning me toward him and tipping my head back so he can see my expression in the porch light.

“Hells yes! I don’t want that fucker hurting anyone else.”

“Well, he definitely aint gonna be doin that,” Leo chuckles.

We watch as a blacked out town car comes slowly down the drive, pulling up near us, the motor still running. The passenger window rolls down, revealing Sasha’s husband.

“Here for the package?” Leo calls out, friendly enough.

“ Da , I have the perfect place for him.”

“Where?” I call out, leaning around Leo who growls that I’m talking to another man. A gay one at that. Rolling my eyes I don’t miss Roman’s smirk at my behavior.

“Fiesty,” he says, smirking at Leo. “Your friend will be housed at an asylum I happen to know is very reliable. I have many friends residing there as we speak.” He gives me a warm grin which is completely at odds with what he’s just implied.

“He’s in the Rev Room with Chewy and Pops,” Leo says, tipping his chin.

“Ah, the new Rev Room, I look forward to seeing it,” Roman waves a hand as his window rolls up, the town car slowly making its way down the lane.

“I have no idea how he is Ana’s best friend,” I shake my head.

“Me neither, I’m just thankful he fucking is. Otherwise we’d never know where the hell to put a dickless, balless motherfucker to keep him alive until he dies of natural causes,” Leo says, making me burst out with laughter.

He stares at me, his eyes roving my face at my laughter, my happiness.

My giggles die down, only to be replaced by a gasp as Leo’s lips smash into mine, stealing my breath.

My eyes close of their own accord, my body melds into his and I groan when his large hands cup my ass drawing me into him until I can feel his thick cock between us.

He tears his mouth away, staring down at me. “Love seeing you happy, baby.” He presses a kiss to that place near my ear that drives me wild.

“Leo,” I whimper, my head rolling back as he drags his lips down my throat.

“Get the door, baby. I need you now,” he growls, spinning me to face the door, nibbling at my neck.

My eyes are hazy as I try to concentrate on getting the key in the door, “Argh, why did I lock it behind me!” I whine, pushing my ass against Leo’s erection, grinding against him.

“Open it now before I kick it in,” Leo demands, rubbing his hard cock up and down my denim covered ass.

“Aha!” I yell triumphantly before I’m wrapped in Leo’s arms as he carries me to the kitchen island.

“Hands on the island babe,” I do as he says, the countertop cool under my palms.

Leo flicks the button on my jeans, yanking the tabs wide enough for the zip to slide down. He tugs them and my panties down my legs and I step out of them, kicking to the side.

“Fucking beautiful,” Leo whispers, almost reverently, looking at my hail-damaged ass.

He jiggles the cheeks in his large hands before spreading me wide and licking me from clit to ass.

I can hear him smacking his lips, alongside his groan as if I’m the tastiest morsel he’s ever had.

He raises one of my legs, resting my knee on one bar stool, then positions himself behind me.

The thick mushroom head of his cock slides between my lower lips, spreading my cream through my folds.

“So fucking wet for me baby,” Leo murmurs before his hips snap and he fills me in one long stroke.

I shudder at the intrusion, every fiber and nerve ending in my body coming alive as if I’ve been hit by lightning. Leo groans behind me, his hands gripping my waist and he moves me on and off his cock, thrusting harder, deeper each time until I can’t feel where he begins and I end.

“You feel so good, Kai, so fucking good,” he groans into my neck as he curls around my body, one hand dropping to circle my clit. “Like you were fucking made for me.”

I pant in agreement, because I feel it too. Every curve of my body melds seamlessly with every hard plane of his, his cock filling me over and over to perfection, his labored breaths mixing with mine as I try to brace myself on the counter. It’s all too much and yet not enough.

“Leo,” I whine, pushing my hips back every time his snap forward.

“I’ve got you baby.” I fly through the air as Leo lifts me, spins me around and then lowers me onto his cock, my arms grabbing onto his shoulders so as not to fall. “I’ve got you Kai, always,” he whispers, slowing his thrusts, his arms banding around my waist, one fist in my hair, holding me close.

My forehead drops to his, staring into his green eyes, “I know Leo, and I’ve got you. Always.” The words, those three little words are on my lips and instead of letting fear hold them in, I let them tumble into the space where our lips are pressed, touching, breathing, “I love you.”

My words are his undoing, he holds me impossibly tighter as I bounce on his cock, his thrusts almost punishing as he fucks me with an urgency I didn’t know I needed.

My orgasm builds as my legs begin to clench around Leo, tighter and tighter until I arch back, stars bursting behind my eyes.

I shake as wave after wave of Leo’s cum fills me, his thrusts slowing but not stopping for another long moment.

“I love you, Leo, so much,” I whisper, my hands cupping his handsome face, thumbs brushing against his dark beard.

“I love you, Kai. Always have, always will baby.” he gently presses his lips to mine, sipping from them before pulling back.

I don’t know how long we spend just staring at each other, but it feels right. Everything feels right. Leo. Me. The kids. The DRMC. All of it.

“Come on, little mama, let’s get cleaned up and go get our babies.” Leo pats me on the ass, then carries me to the bathroom.

“Our big babies,” I say, because hell, they’re almost adults.

“They’re still our babies, no matter how big they are.”

I nod in agreement, because Leo’s right. They’ll forever be my babies.

“Kai?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you thought about having any more babies? Shit, after what happened the last time, can you have more babies?”

I turn to look at him, his brows creased with worry as he reverently touches my stomach. Placing my hand over his, I smile gently up at him. “I can have more children.”

“Um, do you want more?”

“You’re a good father and a good man, Leo. My birth control implant will need to be renewed in a couple of months. If you, we, decide I could not renew and see what happens?”

His expression brightens, “Yeah, I like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love my twins, but I kinda need you to be barefoot and knocked up so you’ll never run from me again,” he jokes, but I can still see the pain and guilt he carries for not being there.

Instead of telling him he’s forgiven, I press my lips to his, telling him with my actions, my love. Pulling apart for air, I press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “The only running I’ll be doing is to you, my love.”

His grin is everything I need to know that this is where I’m meant to be.