Page 32 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

Judge

L ooking around the scarred Church table I can’t believe that tomorrow we’ll be saying goodbye to some of our brothers.

“When the DRMC was first started, it was a place for vets to land, to get used to being back on US soil, and to adjust to a life we had left behind. Some of us had been in a bad way, but we all banded together in brotherhood. We’ve been through some shit together, and I can say this, from the bottom of my heart, that there are no better men I’d have at my back, than you all.

This isn’t the end, it’s a new start. New brotherhood, new location, new allies.

It’s been an honor riding with you all. ” Marx looks at each and every one of us gathered around the Tombs dining table, lingering on Sniper, Dex, Chef and TumTum who will all be leaving to ride with the Landrys in Louisiana.

“As Pres of the mother chapter I’m appointing Dex as chapter President-”

“Fuck yeah!” Savage jumps up, throwing his arm over his original club brother, beating him on the back.

Marx waits for the rest of us to shout our congratulations before raising a hand, “Sniper, you’re VP my friend.

” Celebration rings out again, Sniper tipping his chin at Marx.

“Chef you’re SAA, Omen Enforcer, TumTum Road Captain.

Vex I want you as Chaplain. I know it may not sit well given your background, but as a brother you always lend an ear, are steady and have a fucking good sense of right and wrong. ”

A smile plays on Vex’s lips, “I’d be honored, Pres. I may not live a religious life like I once did, but I have a spiritual and moral compass that I’d like to exercise.”

Marx nods and not for the first time I thank my lucky stars Marx is my Pres. He may be rough and gruff, but the man sees shit in us that no one else does.

“Well, then, I’m calling church over. Let’s fucking party!” Marx roars, thumping his fist against the wall. Shouts go up and I follow my brothers out, making sure to congratulate my brothers on the way out.

“What the fuuuuu-?” Rider’s voice goes up at the end and we all stop on the deck, staring at the backyard of the clubhouse.

“Surprise!” the women all shout.

There’s too much to look at. There’s a fucking massive pool in the center of the yard with not only Chomper and Gretchen, but some type of grandaddy gator because this fucker has to be at least eight feet long.

Not only that but he’s wearing a tutu and a straw hat on a jaunty angle.

There is some voodoo looking guy shaking a weird looking maraca at us, a bouncy castle shaped like a massive alligator, another weird looking guy making gator balloon animals and the women are dressed to the nines in the center of it all.

“Chewy!” Marx bellows and makes a move to step toward her but he’s stopped by Rhodie’s hand landing on his shoulder.

Rhodie slowly shakes his head at Marx, sighs and moves toward his Ol Lady.

“Surprise!” Chewy yells in her slightly monotone voice. “It’s a gator themed party because the new chapter is in gator country.” Chewy beams at her man and I take the opportunity to make my way to my own woman.

I’ve never seen her looking like this and while its sexy as fuck and my cock is a steel pipe in my jeans, she’s not the Kaia I know and love.

I love her big messy curls, her tight tops and jeans.

This Kai I will have for the night, beaming at me looking all sexy with her sleek hair, but tomorrow morning I want my woman back.

Sassy ass attitude and wild hair, all mussed from sleep or my hands running through it.

Fuck. I need to get her out of this party and back to our cabin because I’m not sure how much longer I can stand my dick pressing up against my zipper.

“Hey, baby,” Kaia grins up at me, her eyes dancing.

“Hey, little mama.” Her brows pinch as she gives me the disapproving look she does when I call her that. Fucking adorable.

“Do you like what you see?” She holds her arms out and spins in a circle.

I have to hold back my groan when I see her ass in those tight black jeans. It’s perfectly thick, round and juicy and I can’t help but lash out and slap it on its way past.

“Hey!”

“Sorry baby, I’m just a man. I can’t be expected to see that ass and not touch it.” She rolls her eyes, giving me enough time to snag her belt buckle and pull her into me.

Tilting my head I slam my lips onto hers, her gentle moan all the permission I needed to slide my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. Tearing my lips away, I run my fingers up the back of her neck, gripping the strands in my hand at the back of her head.

“Fuck baby, I can’t wait, need you now.”

She gazes around, then gripping my hand tugs me behind her until we’re out of earshot of the party and pressed up against the far wall of the clubhouse.

I pin her to the wall with my bulk, my hand on her cheek as I tip her head back, demanding her mouth.

Our tongues duel, building up urgency as our bodies rub and collide with each other.

I tear my lips away and before I can command her to lose the jeans, my woman is already tearing at the button, rolling them down and stepping one foot out, her jeans and panties tangled around her other leg.

Unzipping my jeans my cock kicks as the warm air hits him, jutting out of the front of my jeans.

Kaia licks her lips and I go wild. Gripping her under her plump ass I lift her high enough to line my cock up with her dripping cunt, surging inside her.

I groan into her neck as her pussy grips me.

Pressing her into the wall with my chest, I pin her there as I surge in and out, snapping my hips at just the right angle to have her eyes roll back.

Her gasps and whimpers drive me wild and I don’t think I’ll last much longer.

“Fuck Leo, just like that baby, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” Kai whines, her long, sleek hair shining in the last of the daylight, her dark eyes blown, lips parted.

“You feel so good, baby, but I need you to come. I need you to cream all over my cock,” I grit out as I power into her on the angle she begged me for, bouncing her on my cock.

“Hmmmm baby, oh my god yes!” Kaia pants, her hips gyrate to the same rhythm I’ve set, her hard little nub rubbing against my pelvis as I grind into her. “Please Leo, please!”

I double my efforts, fucking harder, deeper, Kaia’s heels bouncing off my ass as her short legs wrap around me.

The tingle in the base of my spine starts and my balls draw up just as Kai’s body stiffens and she throws her head back, jerking as if she’s touched a live wire.

I grip the back of her head, tucking my face into her neck as we stand, still connected against the wall.

“Oh my god, Leo. That was too much, too good, too-” She waves a hand around before letting it drop limply. “Too much everything,” she sighs in contentment.

“I know baby, I felt it too.”

“Do you think it’ll always be like that?” Kaia asks, unhooking her legs from around my waist.

“Of course. You’re you, I’m me, and this is how we make love.”

She raises a brow at me.

“What? We may like it hard and a little rough, but we never fuck. We make love. Every. Single. Time.” I punctuate the words with a kiss on her red, kiss swollen lips.

She smiles shyly up at me, then screws up her nose when she realizes she has my cum leaking out of her pussy.

“Let me help with that,” I smirk as I press two fingers into her wet hole, pushing my seed into her for safe keeping. “There baby, now put your panties on and let’s head back to the bonkers party.”

She rolls her eyes and I’m sure she calls me a “caveman” under her breath. I don’t care what she calls me, as long as it’s hers.

Holding my hand out for hers, I twine our fingers and swing them between us as we head back to the party. Marx looks marginally calmer, and I guess the entertainment is staying. Could be worse. Could be police strippers.

“What’s with the gators?” I ask Kaia as we stand at the end of the party, watching.

Mira and Tank are dancing. Tav, Blanche, Jules and Vi are all in conversation with Vi’s sisters Lily and Jazz.

Nat and Savage are with Dex before he leaves for Louisiana.

Remy and Wire are snuggled up and Rhodie and Chewy are showing Rider how to put a leash on the giant gator in the tutu.

The rest of my brothers are milling about, enjoying the company.

Shit, even Roman, Sasha, Dima and Moss have turned up.

“Oh, Chewy wanted to celebrate the new chapter,” she says, like that explains everything. I stare at her until she rolls her eyes, then waves toward all the alligators. “They’re from the swamp? Like the new chapter?”

Looking at the paddling pool set up and the various gators I can kinda see what the plan was.

“That doesn’t explain the weird voodoo guy,” I point at the guy who clearly isn’t any type of voodoo anything.

For one thing he looks like an elderly priest that got into the face paints, and even I know that voodoo practitioners don’t go to parties as entertainment.

As if to drive home my point he shakes his maraca at Rider.

“Your karma is terribly off,” he starts in a creepy, breathy voice before throwing chicken bones at Rider’s feet.

“Hey! What the hell man?” Rider shouts, kicking the bones away.

“Halt! Your aura is unclean due to too much self love! I have to cleanse you!” The bayou witch or voodoo doctor or whatever the fuck he is walks right up to Rider and hits him in the face with one of those smudge stick things. Rider sneezes into it, blowing ash and black sooty shit into his face.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Sidney Tombs?” A pretty, dark skinned woman asks, stepping into the backyard.

We all stare at her as she stares at Rider who looks like he’s in total blackface, the only thing showing are the white’s of his eyes and his teeth.