Judge (Shady Valley Henchmen #1) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Shady Valley Henchmen Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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So I wasn’t expecting something grand. But I pictured somewhere less, you know, public at least.

Even as those thoughts formed in my head, though, Judge was dropping my hand, and reaching into his pocket for his wallet, and drawing out something that probably shouldn’t have been as familiar to me as it was.

A lock pick set.

I mean… my brothers were criminals, after all.

I even knew how to use a lock pick set. In case of, you know, emergencies.

My brothers never specified what kind of emergency. But I suspected it had something to do with the same kind of emergencies that would make them teach me how to get out of duct tape and zip ties.

Judge made short work of the lock, though. Before I even fully processed what he was doing—breaking into an abandoned building—he was tucking the set away, and getting back on his feet.

“Come on,” he demanded, holding an arm out.

Was my better angel whispering to me that it was time to go?

Yes, she sure was.

But I went ahead and ignored her as I moved forward.

Judge’s hand went around my hip, leading me inside.

Behind us, the door slammed, heavy and metallic.

Inside was nothing but inky darkness and the kind of dusty smell that came with someplace that had been closed up for many years.

I didn’t really even remember when this business had been in operation, but my brothers said it used to be a deli of some sort before the owner’s wife got laid off from her factory job, along with half the town, and the business went belly-up.

Judge seemed familiar with his surroundings though.

He didn’t even slow his pace as he led me through what seemed like a small mudroom sort of space, then through a door that led to another dark room.

Judge’s hands reached for me, fingers sinking into my hips, and lifting me up off my feet like I weighed nothing more than a feather pillow.

I dangled for the shortest of seconds before I felt my ass drop down onto a table in the middle of the room.

So not in a semi-public alley, then.

On a prep table in a long-abandoned deli.

With the hottest guy I’d ever seen.

It could be worse.

Besides, there was no more thinking, because Judge’s hands were gripping the back of my head, and his lips were on mine again.

Harder.

Hungrier.

My lips felt swollen from the pressure.

Desire pinged off every nerve ending as Judge broke the kiss long enough to yank off my shirt.

Instead of tossing it, he spread it out behind me before reaching around my back for the clasps of my bra, working them free with impatient—but practiced—fingers.

The cold air mingled with my need made my nipples pebble up harder, and there was this strange heaviness in my breasts I’d never experienced before.

All I knew was when his hand closed over my breast again, my thighs tightened around his hips.

The movement had him stepping closer, making his cock press between my thighs.

I wasn’t even aware of telling my body to do it, but the next thing I knew, my legs were crossing behind his back, and my hips were rolling, making his cock brush against my clit.

Lips breaking from mine, he looked down at me.

I’d adjusted just well enough to the darkness to see the intensity in his gaze, a look that had another shiver moving through me.

Suddenly, his hands moved up, resting on my shoulders, and pressing me back until I took over, following his silent instructions, and going flat on my shirt that he’d put down on the table for me.

I had about half a second to realize that that was a sweet gesture before I felt his fingers working my button and zipper free.

Excitement and anxiety mingled together, creating this heady cocktail that had me feeling like I was buzzing.

The next thing I knew, he was grabbing a hold of my pants and the panties underneath, and roughly yanking until he pulled them off of me completely.

The shock of my sudden nudity wasn’t lost on me.

I hadn’t been completely naked in front of anyone since, well, I was a little kid, I guess.

A part of me was thankful for the darkness. Both to half-conceal my nudity, but also mask my growing insecurity.

My belly wobbled and it felt like someone had placed my heart in a vice grip and started to tighten.

Judge’s hands went to my breasts again, covering both of them for a moment, squeezing, before moving down my belly, then the tops of my thighs.

I nearly shot off the table when I felt one of his fingers tease between my thighs, moving up my slick cleft, and finding the bud of my clit.

A low, deep, sexy chuckle moved through him at my reaction.

But I was a little too overwhelmed with the new sensations to fully absorb how hot even his damn laugh was.


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