Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I licked his neck, loving the way he was rocking, making sure that my clit grazed his pubic hair on each thrust of his hips.
The bathroom stall next to us opened and closed, then opened again.
A man blew his nose, tossed some trash into the trash can, and then paused.
“Croft?”
I stiffened.
“Judge Stanley?” Croft asked, his voice sounding rough.
“You okay in there?” Judge Stanley asked.
I pulled back so I could see into Croft’s eyes.
They were alight with mischief.
“Fine, fine,” Croft said. “Just taking care of patching myself up. Making sure I’m not getting an infection in the wound.”
Lies.
“Good,” Judge Stanley said. “Couldn’t fuckin’ believe that you’d been shot when I heard. The fuckin’ nerve of some people in this world. You need any help?”
Croft pulled my hair back, exposing my throat to his lips. “Nope. I’ve got it handled.”
“Good,” Judge Stanley said. “I don’t do so well when I have to see blood. Shout if you need anything. My office is two doors down.” The judge paused. “Did you take off your pants to do this?”
Croft laughed. “No. That’s just what was in my bag just in case I needed to change. I’ve been bleeding a bit today.”
More lies.
Croft lifted up with one of his hands, being very cautious now not to jar his bad side and urged me to move.
I used the muscles in my legs to lift me by squeezing his middle, causing the breath to leave him as I moved.
“Is it painful?” Judge Stanley asked. “I was shot in Vietnam, but fuck if I remember much about the pain. We were pinned down and…”
The judge continued to talk, but I was so focused on what was going on inside of me that I didn’t notice him talking.
I was moving myself up and down the length of his cock with the strength in my legs alone, and I was working up a fine sheen of sweat as I did it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Judge Stanley asked. “You don’t sound so good. Your breathing is labored.”
Croft burst into laughter, his mouth coming down on mine for a quick kiss before saying, “It fuckin’ hurts, Judge. I got this, though. My girl’s gonna take care of me. She should be here any second.”
“That’s good. Like I said, let me know if you need anything,” he urged.
I heard the bathroom door close, and then Croft was standing.
I gasped at the abrupt change in positions and nearly moaned when I felt him sink even deeper inside of me.
My eyes went positively wide when he turned so that I was against the wall next to the toilet.
I placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other down by his hip to help hold me up, and then he was really fucking me.
Hard, fast thrusts inside of me that let me know that even though I’d been doing a damn fine job at working myself up to another orgasm, Croft was way better at it.
With each measured thrust he was hitting that special spot inside of me that made me weak in the knees.
If I’d been standing on my own two feet, I’d be collapsing at his.
My face went into his neck as he started to thrust slower, working me higher and higher.
The door opened again and Judge Stanley said, “Hey, kid. I don’t see any sign of your girl. But I have someone checking on her. She was that sweet little dark-haired beauty, right?”
Croft bit down so hard on my neck that it shocked me.
I came.
Hard.
Eyes squeezing tightly shut, I exploded all around him. My nerve endings started to sing as my ears started to ring.
Croft cursed and followed right along with me.
“No problem,” Croft said. “I’m almost fixed right up. Getting dressed now.”
“I’m holding the room for another thirty minutes,” Judge Stanley said. “Let me know if you need anything.”
The door closed again, and Croft pulled back so that he could look into my eyes.
“You’re so going to make me go to hell,” I whispered.
His lips twitched. “At least I’ll be on the boat right alongside you.”
CHAPTER 12
I love to wrap both hands around it and swallow.
-Coffee Cup
CROFT
My ass was dragging after the trial.
I’d won.
That hadn’t been my worry for today.
What had been on my mind was whether or not the person that’d done the shooting would be found.
And, surprise, surprise, he hadn’t.
Which really fuckin’ pissed me off because not only had he shot me, but he’d also tried to break into Carmichael’s house.
And though I’d cared for her before, she hadn’t been mine.
Now she was mine, in all ways, and that meant that I was even more brassed off because I didn’t want her hurt.
I wasn’t sure what in the fuck had happened today, but I needed to figure it out, quick.
Which was why when we arrived home to find the fuckin’ geek here that she worked with, I wasn’t very happy about it.