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)
But today wasn’t about the growing business and moving forward. Today was about beginning to heal the past.
“I want to face you.” She wanted to see his face this morning when he came inside her. She wanted that connection. It would be a long, tiring day and seeing him always gave her strength. Even if it was only in a recent memory.
As she began to turn toward him, she froze.
A nose pressed against the steamy glass wall of the large, multi-jet shower. It wasn’t a human nose because it was black. Though, the color didn’t mean anything. Cassie had to scrub off marker and paint on her daughter’s face and body countless times.
But she recognized that nose. “Uh… How did Jury get in here? Didn’t you lock the door?”
“Fuck,” came the deep mutter behind her.
Before either of them could separate and double check that the bathroom door was closed and locked, a loud, “Momma, I—”
“Get out!” Cassie screamed in a panic, her heart in her throat. “Oh my God! Saylor!” She elbowed Judge in the gut since he was shaking against her. “This is not funny!”
He pulled her tightly against him to hide his raging hard-on, so her daughter wouldn’t get an eyeful. And ask questions neither of them would want to answer a soon-to-be six-year-old. At least, not this morning.
“Saylor!” Cassie called out again. Where the hell was she? Their house mouse was supposed to be making Daisy breakfast. “Come get Daisy!”
A female voice came from way too close. Which meant not only were Jury and Daisy now in their oversized master bathroom, but so was Saylor. Cassie covered her breasts with one arm and her nether region with her hand, just in case Rev’s barely eighteen-year-old sister could see them through the steamy glass.
“Sorry! Sorry! Daisy, c’mon. Your mom’s taking a shower and needs her privacy.”
Why did it sound like the girl was trying not to laugh? Why was everyone finding this funny except for her?
“Momma, is Judge in the bath with you?”
Technically, they were in the shower, not the Jacuzzi tub that sat in the corner, so she wasn’t lying when she answered, “No.”
“You’re lyin’. He is so! Why can’t I play in the bath, too?”
Saylor made a choking sound so loud, Cassie could hear it over the running water.
“Saylor!”
“Daisy, let’s go. Your waffles are getting cold.”
“Yes, go eat your waffles,” Cassie instructed her daughter. “We have a big day ahead of us and I need to get ready.”
“Lock the door behind you,” a low baritone voice instructed.
He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? Cassie sighed and elbowed Judge again.
“See?” her daughter huffed. “Momma was mistaken again. I get in trouble when I’m mistaken, she don’t.”
“That’s because she’s an adult and adults make a lot of mistakes, so they’d be in trouble all the time.” Saylor’s voice became faint as they left the bathroom.
As soon as they heard the door slam shut, Cassie unfroze herself and turned to face Judge. Her forehead hit his chest as she groaned, “Oh. My. God.”
A deep rumbling laugh rose from that broad chest and she smacked his arm.
“You know what? You think it’s so funny? I’m leaving it to you to explain the birds and bees when it’s time. Which might be soon if she keeps walking in on us.”
“Can we finish?”
She stepped back and glanced down at his now semi-aroused cock.
“It looks like you’re finished.”
He grabbed her wet hair and tugged it back to lift her face to his. “With you it doesn’t take much to make me hard. Pretty fuckin’ sure I can get your motor runnin’ again, too.”
“We don’t have much time.”
“Ain’t gonna take long.”
Her lips flattened out and she mmm’d.
“Gonna prove it to you.”
“I don’t need proof of how fast you can come. I already have all the evidence I need.”
“Funny, woman,” he growled.
“But true,” she told him smartly.
“Then gonna take my time and we can be late—”
“We can’t be late!”
He ignored her interruption. “Then you can explain to everyone you’re late ‘cause your ol’ man was givin’ you good dick.”
“Good is a relative term.”
Judge dropped his head and shook it. When he lifted it, the corners of his eyes were crinkled. “You want fucked?”
She pursed her lips. “The water’s getting cold now.”
“We can heat it up.”
She smiled. “That we can.”
And they did.
It had been a good fucking day. The early June weather had held out and the poker run was a huge success. Not only did all his brothers participate in the ride, two ally clubs—the Dirty Angels MC and the Dark Knights MC, along with Diesel’s six Shadows—took part, too. Judge was even surprised to see a few bikers wearing Blue Avengers cuts, a law enforcement MC. He never expected pigs to join in an event held by the BFMC, but some showed up, as well as other bikers not affiliated with any MC from across Pennsylvania and surrounding states.