Page 104 of Resurfaced Passion

She gave him her shy smile and nuzzled his cheek with her soft lips. Her voice was barely audible when she whispered. “I didn’t think it would be you, Judson.” He didn’t need clarification of what she meant; he knew. “I knew it had to be you, ladybug. I took one look at you and fell just like that. My heart was all fucking yours.”

She laughed. “You swear and make it feel so romantic.” And then. “Make me feel good? Before I have to climb into my lonely bed without you.”

The reminder that he too would sleep alone tonight sent him a little wild when he situated his girl on his lap, so she was facing the driver side window. It didn’t give him much room at all, but he’d make do.

Kissing along to her ear he whispered. “How am I to know my girl wants me when her knees are locked tight together?”

“Oh…” she dropped them open and he slid a hand up her silky thigh, she was already whimpering into his mouth and he’d yet to reach the summit.

He wouldn’t either.

Not when a jackass thumped on the passenger side window.

She jumped and Jud kept tight hold of her so the fucker looking in wouldn’t see anything.

Her damn brother.

“Dad wants her inside now.” he growled, glaring hard at Jud. “Now!”

Fucking hell. If ever he’d wanted to smash someone’s face in, it was now. She sighed and climbed back into her seat, looking apologetically at Jud. “Sorry.”

“Hey, none of that, ladybug. We had a great night, didn’t we? And I’m picking you up for lunch tomorrow. You can help me apartment hunt.”

“Yay.” She grinned and started to climb out of the truck.

“Wait, let me come around to your door, I’ll walk you in.”

“You don’t have to.” The way she bit on her lower lip told Jud she didn’t want him anywhere near the house and that didn’t sit right with him at all.

“I’m walking you to the door, ladybug. It’s what your man does for you.”

Shit didn’t get any easier as the days and weeks went on.

But they were more in love than ever.

* * *

“Drugs! Are you fucking insane? You’re his goddamn drug runner, bug!”

For weeks she needed to be home before 1 am, and every night she became increasingly more fidgety to get back in time. At first, Jud thought it was because her dad was strict, but that was bullshit, he could barely give a fuck about her when she was around. He didn’t care if she ate that day or that week. He didn’t give any fucks if the power was cut off while he was absent for days on end. The only time he noticed she was alive was when he was making her ferry drugs across four fucking towns in a little beat up Ford car.

Jesus Christ. Jud’s guts were about to blow up, he was beyond furious.

Instead he paced back and forth the length of his shitty apartment.

They loved that place and had loved each other on every square inch of it. But right then, he was crawling out of his skin with anger to jump into his truck and run that motherfucker over repeatedly.

Fucking drugs.

His girl, who was crying quietly with her arms locked around her knees, head laid on top of them was a fucking drugs mule for her old man. The danger she’d put herself in made him feel sick.

He’d had suspicions, when she’d blatantly try to pacify him with lies every time he tried to get the truth out of her. And hours ago when she’d been in a hurry to leave their warm bed after screwing his brains out during a marathon of the Terminator movies, he’d had enough of the shady behavior and he’d parked around the corner and lo and fucking behold, his little girl bundled into a black hoodie had climbed into her car, her old man tossing bags into the trunk and she’d driven off.

He’d followed for a while until he’d finally saw his chance to speed up ahead and cut her off. Demanding to know what the fuck she was doing at 2 am.

It all came tumbling out then in her broken sobs.

Her dad had been using her since she was twelve… fucking twelve years old, to deliver his drugs to goddamn strangers who could have easily raped and passed her around like fucking candy.

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