Chapter 13 Judge
Judge
I struggle to register what she just said. A phrase I’ve dreamed of her saying just left her lips, didn’t it?
Reaching for her, her eyes grow wide. Even more when I cup her face. God, she looks pretty when she’s this pink. I’ll never get used to it.
“Judge, your hands—”
Tilting her head back, I barely notice the way the water soaks the fabric as I drag her mouth to mine.
“Fuck, Pen. Say it again.” Groaning against her mouth, I pull back far enough to look in her eyes. “I need to make sure I didn’t take a hit to the head.”
When she laughs, I know I’m not imagining things. “I love you.”
My body throbs in pain as I walk her backwards. The little sounds that leave her once I’ve got her pressed up against the cool shower tile threaten to drive me mad.
“I need this more than I can ever explain.” Groaning, my hand runs carefully down her body. I’ll be careful not to reopen my wounds, just dealing with the sting of the hot water. Completely worth it when it comes to getting to feel her.
Her laugh melts into a moan as I suck a mark into her throat.
After everything I’ve gone through, this feels like a reward. One I want to drown myself in.
Covering her from the stream of water, the suds run clear down the drain.
Steadying my breathing, I watch as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth.
“My heart is yours. It always has been.” Stepping closer, I groan low at how flushed she is against my body.
It takes all the strength in my body not to grind against her.
Every movement is a fresh wave of pain. My ribs scream, my back protests, a symphony of agony conducted by the recent fight. But the ache she’s stirring low in my gut is a different, more compelling kind of fire. It drowns out the rest.
Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers skimming a bruise, and I hiss through my teeth, not in pain, but at the sheer, overwhelming need of her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, hidden beneath a layer of glaze.
“Judge,” she whispers, her voice husky, her hips tremble once my hands reach them.
I want her. God, I want her. But not here. Not against the cold, wet tiles of the clubhouse shower where any of the prospects could wander in. Not where the brothers could see her like this—flushed, pliant, and utterly mine. They don’t get to see this. No one does.
“I know what you need, Pen,” I grind out, my voice rough as gravel. I catch her wandering hands, lacing my fingers with hers to still them. “But you’re not getting it here.”
A frustrated little whimper escapes her, and she tries to press closer. I hold her firm, putting a precious inch of space between us that feels like a mile as I shut off the shower and snatch one of the towels she’s grabbed.
“My room,” I tell her, the words coming out like a command. “Now.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue. Keeping a tight hold of her hand, I lead her out of the shower stall.
I don’t bother with our discarded clothes.
They’re a problem for later. I snatch the other towel, wrapping it around my hips more securely, and make sure hers is sealed tight around her body, from the swell of her breasts to her knees.
The hallway from the showers to my room at the back of the clubhouse has never felt longer. Every shadow feels like a set of eyes. I pull her along, my stride quick and purposeful, my body a shield between her and the closed doors we pass.
Her hair is dripping, her eyes are wide and fixed on me, full of a trust that makes my chest clench.
I don’t slow down. I don’t breathe again until my door is in sight. Fumbling with the knob, I shove it open, pull her inside, and slam it shut behind us. The lock clicks into place with a sound of finality.
“Now,” I breathe, my hands finding her waist through the damp towel. “Now you can have me.”
I let her take complete control, unsure if I can trust myself enough not to just take everything I want. Right now, I’m not in the right headspace. I need this woman to guide me.
Penelope lets her towel drop and moves her hands to me instead. Reaching out for me, she’s got kissing down by the book. Pulling me down, she moans as she teases my tongue, coaxing it into her mouth.
Feeling my towel hit my ankles, I hiss as I feel her fingers suddenly wrap around my cock.
She jerks. “Did I hurt you?”
If a laugh came from my lips, that would hurt me more than she ever could.
“No. You just surprised me.” Grabbing her hand, I kiss the back of her knuckles. “Let’s move to the bed. I’m going to need to sit down for this one.”
Already knowing she’s going to shake my world, whether we go all the way or not, I can only try to prepare myself as best as I can.
Leading her over to the bed, I sink in blankets already rumpled from this morning.
She stands, waiting for instruction. Stirring, I can see the want in her eyes. I’m willing to bet she’s fighting the urge not to jump on me and figure it out on her own.
Once I’m settled, I rest my back against the bed frame and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
She continues to surprise me. Watching her join me on the bed, I don’t think she understands what power she holds as she crawls toward me.
My cock weeps at the sight alone. I’m going to stain the blankets at this rate.
Using my legs as support, she climbs on and settles nicely. As she shifts, she discovers how it feels to grind against me. Her eyes flutter, and she doesn’t just grind against me once. No, she keeps going, enjoying the friction.
All about her pleasure, I have to admit, this is hell. The sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced.
“Does that feel good?” Gritting my teeth, I watch transfixed as her pussy glides, soaking my cock further. At this rate, I’m going to shoot my release against my stomach instead of inside her. That’s no good.
Biting back a whimper, she nods. Closing her eyes, she lets out a soft moan each time the head catches against her clit.
She’s so fucking wet. Can she even tell?
I want inside her. At this rate, I do not doubt that I’d be able to just slide right in.
“Lift your hips for me, angel.” Biting back a curse at her instant obedience, I grip my cock and press it against her entrance. “Carefully slide down. If it hurts, even for a second, we’ll stop. Do not force yourself.”
Trying to lay out my demand, we’re both lost to the pleasure as she works her way down. Smart not to take me in all at once, she rolls her hips, making one inch of my cock disappear at a time.
Lifting, a shiver wracks through her. Then, she lowers herself, her knees squeezing my hips.
Pulling my hand away, my palm glides against her inner thigh. In a daze, I part her swollen lips to watch as her pussy swallows up my cock with another roll of her hips.
So hot, so warm. I feel like I’m going to burn up alive once she takes me all the way in. Sinking my teeth into my inner cheek, I release her lips so I can stroke her clit.
“Oh!” Eyes flying open, her hands push into my stomach, mixing pain with pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” Forcing the words out, I distract myself from the warm suction with the movement of my thumb.
I focus everything—every shred of my will—on the slow, circular motions against that sensitive little nub.
I taste blood as her inner walls already start to flutter, a frantic, premature pulse around me.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Penelope. ”
My praise earns me another shiver, a full-body tremor that seems to decide something for her. In one slow, breathtaking slide, she presses completely down, taking me all at once. I am buried to the hilt, consumed by her, our bodies joined in a single, searing line of heat.
She sits against my thighs, her own shaking, and forces her eyes open to meet my gaze. The wonder there, the slight shock, unravels me. “Are you always this big?”
Fuck me.
The innocent, breathless question is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Only for you.” Shaking my head, I thump it against the headrest and force my body to go utterly, completely still. The urge to buck my hips, to drive into her again and again until I’m mindless, is a powerful temptation. “I’ll swell even bigger at this rate.”
The truth of it is a visceral threat. I can feel the base of my cock thicken, the promise of my release already gathering, a need to fill this woman with my seed.
I curl my toes, pressing them hard into the mattress until the arches of my feet cramp.
The pain is a focal point, a tiny dam against a tidal wave of sensation.
“Move for me, Penelope,” I rasp, my voice rough with the strain of holding back. “Just… find what feels good.”
Hesitantly, she lifts herself, a slow, dragging ascent that wrings a groan from my chest. Then she sinks back down, a little less tentative this time.
Her brow is furrowed in concentration, a student of her own pleasure.
I watch her, my gaze tracing the flush spreading across her chest, the way her breasts rise and fall with her quickening breaths.
My free hand comes up to palm them, the weight perfect against my palm.
She gasps as my thumb takes turns sweeping over her nipples, pebbled and tight.
I pinch them gently, then with more pressure, and the resulting cry is one of pure delight.
Her rhythm stutters, her internal muscles clenching around me like a fist.
“So fucking pretty,” I breathe, watching her come apart in my hands.
The concentration on her face melts away, replaced by dawning rapture. She’s losing herself in the motion, her hips finding a natural, instinctual rhythm. The slow, exploratory rocking motion becomes deeper, more confident rolls.
I can see it, the way she experiences the new form of pleasure. It’s a kind of drug that one can get addicted to. God, I hope she wants to chase this high often. I’ll give her my cock whenever she wants.
She’s chasing it now, chasing the pleasure high she can sense just out of reach. Her moans are soft at first, little punched-out sounds with every downward stroke.
“Judge…” she whimpers, her eyes screwed shut.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice guttural.
Her lashes flutter open, and she shows me all the need radiating beneath her gaze.
I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, not to steer her, but to hold on.
She moves faster, her body taking over with each movement. The slapping of our skin fills the room, a wet sound that feeds my starving ears. Her moans grow louder, less contained. She tries to bite her lip to stifle the sounds.
“None of that,” I growl, giving her nipple a sharp, possessive tweak. “I want to hear you. Let me hear you.”
A broken sob escapes her. “Judge…Oh! Samuel.”
She’s the only person I’ll let speak my name. The only one I’ll let moan it in such a pleading manner.
“Samuel!” she cries again, her voice climbing, fracturing at the edges. “Samuel, Samuel!”
Over and over, my name is a litany on her tongue, a sacred chant as she chases her peak.
I can feel it building in her, the tension coiling to a breaking point.
Her movements become frantic, uncoordinated.
Her inner walls begin to flutter wildly around me, a frantic, rhythmic pulse that milks my cock, demanding everything I have.
She cries out, a sharp, keen wail of pure ecstasy as her climax crashes over her. Her body seizes, back arching spectacularly, her head thrown back. She stills, frozen in a perfect, breathless tableau of release.
That’s all it takes. The dam breaks.
With a guttural roar I don’t even recognize as my own, I grip her hips and thrust upwards, once, twice, burying myself as deep as I can physically go.
My own orgasm erupts, a blinding, white-hot nova that tears through me.
I spill into her, pulse after vicious pulse, a seemingly endless flood that empties my mind and my soul.
I come hard enough to make me dizzy, my vision spots, my entire body convulsing beneath hers.
For a long moment, there is nothing but the ragged sound of our breathing and the dizzying, aftershock humming through my veins. She collapses forward against my chest, a boneless, trembling weight.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her as the last tremors subside, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. I press a kiss to her sweat-damp hair, the only part of me that can still move.
A few seconds pass before she’s gasping and jerking. “Oh no! Your body…”
Hurts like a bitch, but it was worth every single ache.
“Penelope, if I could, I’d roll us over and fuck you again.” Muttering the truth, I watch in amazement as she gets all bashful in an instant. My cock is still buried deep in her. There’s no room for embarrassment now.
I can’t believe this woman is mine.
Fuck. She’s mine. And now, there’s not a single person in this world who will be able to take her from me.