Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Which was often.
Two of those long, thick fingers slowly slid in and out of her, the pace quickening slightly with each thrust. But it wasn’t nearly fast enough since she was close, but not quite there. And they didn’t have a lot of time to spare.
His steel rod of an erection pressed into her back and she knew as soon as he got the result he was working toward, he’d be taking her from behind, so he could come deep inside her. That thought took her one step closer to the edge.
He liked the idea she would spend all day carrying a little bit of him inside her. If she was being honest, she liked it, too.
It was simply another way to mark her as his ol’ lady. Just like the “Property of Judge” cut he had made for her after officially claiming her at the table and in front of his brothers.
They had a busy day ahead of them since today was the First Annual BFMC Poker Run with all the proceeds going to the Kids Can Do Foundation. Cassie had wanted to help make up for all the money Dennis stole from the charity. She suggested it to Judge, and he took it to the table, where everyone agreed it was a good idea.
Just last month they had gone down to Shadow Valley to a fundraiser run by the Dirty Angels MC to help raise money for the Walker Foundation, a charity for amputees unable to afford prostheses. The DAMC was deeply involved with it and the whole club helped out. While there, Cassie had taken lots of notes and asked Ellie Walker numerous questions. Thankfully, the woman had a lot of patience.
Besides raising money for Kids Can Do, doing charity work would also help build good relations between the Fury and citizens of Manning Grove. Over the last few months, Cassie learned about the bad history between the club and the town. And how Trip was determined to not let history repeat itself.
But she shouldn’t be concentrating on any of that right now when her ol’ man was driving her to the brink of an orgasm. It would also help if she focused on what his fingers were doing rather than what would happen later that day.
She dropped her head back to his wet chest, leaning on him instead of the wall, freeing up her hands to cup her own breasts and thumb her own aching nipples.
“Fuck, baby.” Those two words and the way he groaned them made everything inside her tighten.
“Thumb,” she moaned, and he didn’t delay pressing that digit against her clit.
She rode his fingers and ground into his thumb, closing her eyes and letting him work his magic.
“Come on my fingers. Wanna taste you.”
She shuddered and breathed, “God.”
“Judge,” he corrected her. “Nobody but me doin’ this to you.”
As she opened her mouth to say something smart, the words became lost and turned into a whimper as she did what he wanted—what she needed—and came. He continued to lazily slide his fingers in and out of her until the last wave of the orgasm waned.
He held her tightly as she became boneless and a languid, satisfied smile spread across her face.
When he slipped his fingers from her, she turned her head in time to watch him tuck them between his skilled lips and suck them clean.
Everything squeezed inside her once more. She wished they had time this morning for him to give her beard burn on her inner thighs. The discomfort would make her think of him all day and remind her of how lucky she was to find a man like Judge.
Completely unexpected and far from perfect, but perfect for her.
“How do you want me?” she asked him.
“Any and every way you want to give me. Long as I got you, I’m good.”
Long as I got you, I’m good.
When he said things like that it was just as good as him saying he loved her. He didn’t say those three words often but all the other things he said made up for it.
She reached back and cupped his wet, bearded cheek. “You got me.” And that was so true.
Life wasn’t quite settled yet, but it was getting there. Slow and sure. They were putting down roots together as a family and those roots were beginning to burrow deep.
Building a house on the farm and moving in together was one way. The club giving her a piece of Tioga Pet Crematorium was the other. With the help of Easy and Shade, they had set up a mobile service to help pet owners when the time was right to send their beloved family member over the rainbow bridge.
Was it heartbreaking at times? Often. But the appreciation she got from the owners for the gentle care she gave their old or ill pet outweighed the sadness. If she could ease the owners’ pain as she relieved their pets’, it was worth it.