Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Theron’s eyes alight with pleasure at the insinuation. “Now you’re goading me. You know I love a challenge.”
“She’s off-limits,” I tell him. “Seriously. That’s a no-go zone.”
Judge groans, looking at me like I just made a crucial mistake. “Now he’ll never let it go.”
“You know me well,” Theron muses.
“Why don’t you just focus on your recovery?” Judge suggests. “Then you can concentrate on your baser needs.”
Theron smirks, wisely choosing to change the subject, probably sensing I might strangle him if he goes near Solana. Regardless, we fall into an easy discussion about the impending babies, and he seems to hold a genuine interest in the subject, which surprises me. He’s curious about our name choices and even makes a bet with himself on the genders, which will be revealed next week at my baby shower. Oddly enough, it seems like he’s looking forward to being an uncle. And although I’m nowhere close to being able to trust him, I feel like we’re rebuilding a bridge between him and Judge. Theron wants to be a part of his life and, by extension, his children’s. And I think as long as things continue to go smoothly, we can make that happen.
By the time we leave several hours later, Judge and I are both exhausted. Yet his rough promise lingers in the back of my mind when he gets me upstairs to our bedroom back at home.
I unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands over his warm chest while he watches me reverently, the same way he does every time I do this. It’s become a habit, like opening a gift every day, and I have no plans to stop anytime soon. Secretly, I think he likes it when I have my way with him just as much as I like it when he does the same to me.
Slowly, I unzip his trousers, easing my hand in to stroke his cock. He bites back a groan, his eyes shuttering as he whispers a low warning.
“Mercedes.”
I ignore him, sitting on the bed as I continue stroking him. He’s been trying to be gentle with me the further along I get. His words, not mine. Yet I’m always testing him. I don’t want him to be gentle even though I understand his reasons for it. I just want my Judge. Rough and growly and possessive in all the ways that count.
My tongue darts out to swirl around the head of his cock, and his chest rumbles in approval. Despite his best efforts, his hand tangles in my hair as I draw him into my mouth, sucking him with a torturous slowness.
Another sound gets caught in his throat as his grip on me tightens, and he inevitably gets caught up in it the way I knew he would. He shoves my face deeper, his cock lodging in the back of my throat, making my eyes water as he glares down at me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls.
I smile and try to nod, but his grip is so tight that I can’t.
“Christ, woman. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
He’s already fucking my mouth even as he complains about it. And God, I love him like this. There’s something so primal about being needed this way. I never want him not to need me this way. So I give myself over to it. Taking his cock as deep as I can, sucking and tasting him while my nails bite into the back of his muscular thighs.
We get lost in the rhythm, and I know when tension starts to ripple through his muscles, he’s going to come. He tries to stop, presumably because he wants to fuck me, but I don’t let him. I keep going until he’s past the breaking point, hollowing my mouth around him as he starts to jerk, spilling his come between my lips.
I swallow what he has to give me, and when I’m done with that, I lick my lips and look up at him with a satisfactory grin.
“Jesus.” He strokes my face beneath his fingers, his eyes on fire. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, little monster. You’re perfect in every way.”
His words soak into my skin, warming me from the inside out. And then he has me on my back, his hands gliding beneath my skirt and dragging the material with it. When his head disappears beneath it, and he spreads me apart, I lay my head back with a contented sigh.
And then I count my blessings as he gives me the first of many orgasms for the night.
26
MERCEDES
“When hell freezes over,” Georgie screeches, his upper lip curling in disgust as he stabs a finger at the diaper in Ivy’s hand, “will I ever do that!”
Solana and I burst into a fit of laughter, my sides aching from possibly too much of a good thing, if that exists.