He scraped his nails over the skin he’d kissed and dipped his fingers into my crack, teasing. “Are you going to hide bills from me again, Rookie?”
I shook my head, moaning when the tip of his forefinger pressed on my hole, but he didn’t push inside. No, he wanted to drive me crazy and make me beg. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He harrumphed and moved his finger. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. He moved behind me, but I screwed my eyes shut, hoping he wasn’t walking away. Soon the bed shifted again under his weight, and when his finger returned, it was coated in lube. I let out a breath of relief as he stretched me, and there was no patience in the way he fucked his fingers into me. He wanted me as much as Ineededhim. I craved him, and his dick in my ass made me feel whole. Complete. How fucking insane that sounded. We hadn’t known each other long enough for him to mean so much to me.
When his dick stretched my hole it was the pain and pleasure I’d been waiting for, and Judge didn’t take it slow. He fucked into me like a man on a mission, with one hand on my hip and the other at my neck, holding my face against the bed. Every shove of his dick had me sliding forward a little, and he hit my prostate with a precision I wouldn’t expect from a man of only twenty-four. It was as though he had a map of my body and was using it to make me blow early.
My dick was alive, slapping against my abs with each of Judge’s thrusts. It wouldn’t take long for me to come. My body was hot, my balls heavy, and my heart pounded against my ribs. Everything was perfect. He was fucking amazing.
I reached down to grab my dick, tugging it with the rhythm he set, and my balls emptied and cum spurted from my slit, covering the sheets beneath me. I moaned, whimpered, and fucked back onto him.
Judge froze and groaned, fingernails digging into the flesh on my neck and hip as warmth filled my insides. He cursed and moaned out my name. When another slap met my ass, I yelled out, and I swore I came again, my dick jerking and a smaller amount of spunk landing with the rest of my quickly cooling cum.
Judge laughed and pulled out of me, falling onto the bed. He yanked me to my side, so I was half on top of him and half on the bed, out of the mess I’d made. I smacked his chest but chuckled along with him.
“What have we learned today, Rookie?” he whispered into my ear, nibbling at it.
I smiled. “No more hiding anything from you.”
“Mm. Good. We’re in this together.”
I sighed happily.
Later in the day, after Judge went to work, I was bored. I thought about going in to the office and doing some work, but I’d done that a couple of times on a Saturday, and River had warned me not to do it again. He’d told me to get a hobby, so I used the time to run. Judge and I still went to the gym six times a week, if he wasn’t working, but I had excess energy to burn, even with all the sex we were having. I was a new man, ready to take on the world.
So, I got geared up and headed out. I found a spot for my Corolla—which worked almost like a brand-new car since Judge had gotten it fixed—in the lot near my favorite park next to Lake Ontario. Despite nearly being robbed here, I loved this place because it reminded me of Judge. I slid on my running gloves before I got out and started at a light jog along the cement path, passing other familiar runners who gave me a nod in hello. After ten minutes of warming up my muscles I picked up pace.
The lake was pretty at this time of year, with the last of the yellow, orange, and red fall leaves hanging on the tree branches and cold air beginning to blow from the north. Leaves drifted down with every breeze to dot the edge of the water near the path, and while the sky was gray this afternoon, it never stopped the lake from being spectacular, and that was why I loved running beside it.
The rumble of motorcycles caught my attention, and I watched as a bunch of bikers drove past on a nearby road, my gaze catching the back of one of the black leather jackets that saidKings of Men MCon the top andNew Gothenburgon the bottom, underneath a blue skull with a crown on it. Seeing motorcycle clubs around the city wasn’t unusual, especially since there were three. From what I understood there used to be four clubs, but the police assured the public they’d taken care of the Warriors. I wasn’t quite sure I believed them.
I slowed down and stopped beside a bench, kicking my foot up on it and using the time to loosen my muscles. I leaned over, reaching for my toes and stretching out my thigh.
“Now that is a nice sight.”
I froze, dread licking at my insides at the familiar voice. Straightening, I dropped my leg to the ground and spun toward Chris. He looked the same—cocky. What I’d ever seen in him, I didn’t know. “What are you doing here?” I glanced around, relieved to see other joggers as they passed us.
Chris tugged down his blue beanie, the same one I’d given him a few birthdays back, and grinned. He also wore the gray jacket I’d given him last Christmas, which he’d said he hated. He either didn’t dislike the gift as much as he’d let on or he had no choice. “Are you going to tell me why you’re doing this?”
“Doing what?” I glared at him.
“This shit with River.” The grin slid off his face and he crossed his arms. “You’ll ruin my career.”
I laughed before I could stop myself. “Like you ruined my life? I call that karma.” I shook my head and went to run past him, but he grabbed my arm, yanking me to a stop. A jogger slowed down, eyeing us warily, but I gave him a smile to let him know I was okay. If Chris did something stupid, it’d be him needing help.
“You were never this vindictive,” Chris snarled. “It’s that young guy. The one in your bed. He’s changing you, Flynn.”
I sniffled and wiped at my nose as a cold breeze tickled it. “You have one second to release me or it’ll be me putting you on your ass this time.”
His eyes widened, but he let me go.
“And for the record, Judge is more of a man than you are.” I smiled, real fucking pleased at seeing how low he’d fallen. He’d taken everything from me and deserved whatever he got. I wasn’t going to let him walk all over me ever again. “If you want to talk to me, contact River. He’s my lawyer. We have nothing to say to each other.”
He bared his teeth at me as if he wanted to curse but held himself in check. “How are you going to get the money back if I have no job?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know or care. You should’ve thought about thatbeforeyou spent it on your pretty leech. What happened to him, Chris? Did he leave you?”
The anger that flashed across his face was answer enough.
