It wasn’t hard to miss the goosebumps breaking out over her arms and the slight shiver.
She wasn’t afraid of him.
Fuck no.
Her reaction had nothing to do with fear.
Judge’s half-grin widened into a full one when she jolted as if jump-started and rushed back behind the bar to escape that heat.
As he moved toward the door, she was saying something to Dodge, who was doing his best to keep a straight face. But the prospect’s eyes hit Judge’s across the room and Judge jerked his chin up at him.
Then he walked outside to cool the fuck off.
Judge ignored the whimpers coming from the doorway. Jury and Justice would just have to wait for breakfast. He had something important to finish first.
He squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, ignoring the noisy dogs, and listened to the squish his generously lubed Fleshlight made as he slid it up and down his throbbing cock.
If he couldn’t have pussy, it was the next best thing. Sometimes even better, since when he was done, he could put it away and not be nagged.
But this morning he was picturing Cassie. Her long, blonde hair being flung around as she called his name and rode him hard and fast.
Her pussy soaked and squeezing him tight.
Her big tits bouncing and her own fingers playing with her rock-hard nipples.
Her thick thighs squeezing his hips.
Her head thrown back and her breath puffing from between her parted lips, which were swollen from her sucking his dick and then him kissing her until she begged him to fuck her.
No begging was needed.
As one hand guided his Fleshlight, the other cupped his balls, squeezing and tugging. Kneading. Feeling the slight scrape of her nails over the delicate flesh, which was still damp from her mouth earlier.
Fuck yeah.
He was determined to make the fantasy a reality, especially if the no wedding ring meant no more marriage.
That meant Cassie was free.
And if she was...
He pictured her at Crazy Pete’s last night in the snug jeans and fitted V-neck top that showed off her generous cleavage and hugged every one of her damn curves.
Every fucking one.
He wanted to suck those nipples which had become visible through the thin fabric after he whispered in her ear.
He pursed his lips as he relived her rushing away from him.
Those hips. That ass.
The natural sway of them as she escaped him.
How every man in that bar wasn’t on his hands and knees following her like the Pied fucking Piper…?
But he was relieved they weren’t.
Because if the husband was out of the picture, Cassie was his. She just didn’t know it yet.
But she would. Soon enough.
Yeah, he wanted info from her about Lange. But while he worked on that, he’d work on her.
He blew out a breath and drove his dick deep into the slick hole. Rolling over, he pinned the Fleshlight between him and the mattress, imagining he’d bent Cassie over one of the tables and she wore a short skirt where it showed off her bare thighs and her ass when he shoved it up.
Fuck yeah.
He leaned over her back as she gripped the table’s edge and he groaned into her ear about how tight and wet she was.
With little whimpers, she encouraged him to fuck her harder. He did.
To fuck her deeper. He did.
To fuck her faster. He did.
Over and over he drove harder, faster, deeper. His fingers digging into the flesh at her hip and fisting her long, blonde hair.
Jesus fuck. She was perfection.
Goddamn perfection.
The pressure built. In his gut, in his balls. He thrust one more time and spilled deep inside her, his dick twitching, his balls emptying.
And when he was done, he laid there, his face buried in his pillow, his fingers clutching the sheets, his breathing rough and quick.
Then he heard it.
A donkey braying.
Fuck.
He slipped out of the silicone pussy and rolled over, making sure his load didn’t spill all over his sheets. He grabbed his cell phone and some tissues from the nightstand.
The donkey brayed again, and Judge answered the phone with one hand while cleaning off the majority of the mess on his dick with the other. “Yo.”
“Whatcha doin’?”
Judge glanced at the cum-filled Fleshlight, which he’d propped upright on the nightstand. “Was sleepin’.”
“Why you out of breath?”
“Why the fuck you callin’ me?” He pulled his phone away and glanced at the time. Fuck, it was later than he realized. Following Cassie home every night around two-thirty in the morning sucked. It was fucking up his sleep.
Deke snorted. “Got news.”
“Couldn’t have waited ‘til I got to the office?”
There was a long hesitation, then, “Coulda. But figured the dogs woulda had you up by now.”
“Let ‘em out this mornin’ around three, after getting back.”
“No sign of the fucker, right?”
That sounded like a question Deke wasn’t expecting an answer to. Like he already knew that answer. “No.”
“You chat her up?”
Not as much as he’d hoped. “Not enough.”
“Maybe you need to charm her with that flavor savor of yours. Bet if you try hard enough you can still smell the last ten pussies you ate, along with the pepperoni pizza from last week.”
“Deke,” he muttered, tired of the endless shit he gave him about his beard. “Gonna hang the fuck up.”
His cousin’s laughter hit his ear. “The fuck you will.”
Judge pressed the End Call button and the phone went dark.
He waited.
The donkey brayed again as both dogs came running into his bedroom and took a flying leap onto the bed.
Judge reluctantly answered the call and put the phone to his ear, making sure neither wet snouts ended up anywhere near his now soft, but still somewhat messy, dick.
He needed to shower, feed himself and the dogs, and get to the office. He had no time for lying in bed and chatting with Deke like two fucking teen girls.
“Got info.”
“Said that once already. Still ain’t heard it.”
“Jesus fuck, someone’s cranky. Call Billie or somethin’.”
Billie wasn’t going to cut it. Right now, Judge only wanted one woman.
Though that woman acted like she didn’t want him.
She did. Again, she just didn’t know it yet.
“Deke...”
“Did a quick search online. Found out where she worked up here. Went there and talked to another vet tech—”
Judge brushed his fingers over the buzzed hair on his head. “Another vet tech?”
“Yeah, Cassie’s a vet tech. Or was. Good at her job. Seems she was liked well enough by the people there. At least ‘til all the shit with Lange hit the fan.”
Judge stared at the ceiling and propped a bent arm under his head. “Was she involved?”
“People think she was. Said there was no way she couldn’t have known.”
“Which is bullshit.”
“Yeah,” Deke agreed. “Turns out Lange had a gamblin’ problem.”
Jesus fuck. That would make sense. “Shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t know.”
“He musta hid it well.” Unless she did know and lied about it to her coworkers.