Page 66 of Until Mayhem

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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GIVE AND TAKE

OPHELIA

OH SHIT.

The rumbling engine of a motorcycle cut off outside.

Oh damn, hell, shit.

After Judge and Jury had taken off, I’d been left alone to sort through my feelings and thoughts.

Feeling one: I felt like I wanted Judge.

Thought one: I thought about how I’d be having sex with Judge.

End of list.

I may have been nervous, but I didn’t doubt it was the right decision. I’d spent long enough fighting against whatever was happening between us—the boom or whatever Nox had said.

I didn’t know anything about Judge’s boom, but I was eager to experience his bang.

I was halfway down the hall when Judge walked through the door and took a few steps toward the family room. He stopped suddenly, his eyes shooting to where I stood.

We stayed in the standoff for seconds that stretched like hours.

Judge released his helmet to fall with a loud clatter.

Then everything happened at once.

He stormed toward me, shrugging off his cut before reaching behind his neck to pull his tee over his head.

I walked backwards, unzipping my hoodie to reveal I only wore a pretty bra under. Dropping it to the floor, I was tempted to also remove my joggers, but my movements weren’t coordinated enough and I didn’t have time.

Judge was there, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him. His mouth crashed down on mine, and there was nothing soft. Nothing subtle.

He took it, claimed it, marked it as his.

And I gave it.

Gave it to him and the mayhem he’d brought to my life.

“Door?” I asked.

“Locked.”

Our mouths crash together again.

“Condom?” he growled between kisses, his lips dragging mine, as though he couldn’t bear to pull away even for a moment.

I shook my head. “Pill.”

He froze with his forehead pressed to mine, understanding not just the permission I’d given but also the trust. When he moved again, it was to order, “Drop your legs.”

I did as he said, and he set me on my feet before dropping onto his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers in my waistband, he pulled my pants and panties down my legs. He lifted my calf, yanking the bundled fabric free. But rather than drop it to repeat the process with my other leg, he threw it over his shoulder and buried his head between my thighs.

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