“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.
Cassie’s idea to raise money for Kids Can Do was a huge success, but then, she and the ol’ ladies had put a lot of work into it. Tents had been set up for food and booze. A couple of pigs—four-legged, not two—roasted on spits. An area had been set up away from the adults for the children to hang out and play games. They had a silent auction earlier. And pool and dart tournaments were currently happening inside The Barn.
Best of all, they raised way more scratch than expected. Way more than anyone expected. From what Autumn said, who’d been keeping track of the donations from individuals and local businesses, plus the event fees, it was close to fifty grand.
Fifty fucking grand.
Kids Can Do would be getting a nice fat check.
Now it was getting late and everyone was gathering inside and in the courtyard to eat, drink and party for the rest of the night.
He stood near the barn and out of the way of the women moving like worker ants under the pavilion. Cassie, along with Stella and Autumn, were getting the evening activities organized for the participants. A bunch of the Dirty Angels’ women and the wives of Diesel’s Shadows were helping her, too.
Yep, it was a good fucking day. Evidenced by the tired smiles everyone wore on their faces.
He also knew an almost six-year-old whose ass was dragging and had hit her limit for the day. The tiny tyrant had turned into a cranky complainer. And after Cassie made sure her daughter ate a decent meal, instead of only junk food, she handed her off to Saylor for the rest of the night.
Judge’s eyes sliced over to their house mouse, who was holding Daisy’s hand and walking across the field back to the modest ranch house he hired the Amish to build. Right now, it was big enough for the four of them with the ability to expand in the future, if needed. Hugging the tree line, it was still close enough to The Barn so they could walk there, but also far enough away so Daisy couldn’t see or hear shit happening outside in the courtyard during parties. Plus, they put her bedroom on the back side of the house, just in case.
Saylor had her own room, too, since she was there to help with the house, the meals and Daisy. Rev’s teenaged sister ended up in juvie during high school for a bunch of different shit and when they released her the day she turned eighteen, their parents wouldn’t let her back into the house. She had nowhere to go, and since Rev lived in the club’s bunkhouse, she couldn’t stay with him.
Judge didn’t think Cassie would be on board with an eighteen-year-old troublemaker moving in with them. But she shocked the shit out of him when she was willing to give the girl a chance, as long as certain rules were laid out and Saylor followed them. Even though it had only been a couple of months, so far, so good.
The arrangement was actually perfect. They had someone to watch Daisy while they worked, Saylor had a roof over her head and a job to keep her out of trouble, and Rev was close enough to keep an eye on his little sister.
And not just to keep her on the straight and narrow, but because she was young, outgoing and gorgeous. Which was a dangerous combination.
Rev and Judge hadn’t been the only one keeping an eye on her today, a lot of the single bikers had, too. Not for the same reason. However, Judge now considered her not only Fury property, which put her under Judge’s protection, but as if Saylor was his own sister.
That meant if anyone fucked with her, they would have to deal with him as judge, jury and enforcer. Or even executioner, depending on what they tried or did.
Trip, walking up behind him and whacking him on the back, pulled him from his thoughts. “This is the kinda shit I wanted for the club. All this right here.”
Judge glanced at the man at his side. “Well, you’re fuckin’ gettin’ it.”
“This fuckin’ club’s turnin’ into the family we all need. All of us. Not just for our brotherhood but our women and kids, too. Gotta thank you for you and Cass takin’ a chance on Saylor. Glad to see it’s workin’ out.”
“Yeah.” Judge’s gaze slid back over to the house where Saylor and Daisy disappeared.
“Businesses are in the black, too. Good time to expand.”
“Get Deke on it.”
“Already got him searchin’. The more scratch this club makes, the better off for everyone.”
Judge was financially upside down right now because of that house. Even with using the Amish, building it hadn’t been cheap. Any funds he had put aside for Ry’s college fund were now gone. Any money he made with Justice Bail Bonds was used to support a four-person household and the rest went back into the club account since Trip had let him borrow the remainder he needed for the house instead of trying to get a bank loan.
Cassie running the pet crematorium helped, but not enough.
Even so, they were living good. His girls were happy and that was all that mattered to him. If he had to bust his ass and scrounge for every penny to keep them happy, he would.