Page 43 of Judge
“I did something and Kaia stomped out of the room and now she’s in the shower.”
There’s silence on the other end of the phone. “Did you do something to hurt her?” Pops’ tone is menacing, slow and low.
“No! I triednotto hurt her!”
“Explain!”
I run my hand down my face. I can’t believe I’m going to have to say this shit out loud. “We woke up feeling…amorous. I told her if she didn’t stop teasing me I’d hmmm her.”
“You’d what?”
“Hmm her. You know, make love to her.” I shake my head, “Anyway, she called my bluff and started getting, ah,comfortable,”
“Comfortable?”
“You know, when women in those old movies say ‘let me change into something a little morecomfortable’?”
“Kid, I have no idea what the fuck you’re saying other than you’re sounding like a fucking prude.”
“Ugh, look, she got morecomfortableand then I realized that maybe she was still drunk from last night and I didn’t want to, ah, make love to her until she was in her right mind and in control of her actions.”
It’s silent on the line again, then a long, drawn out sigh. “You’re an idiot. The drinks are specially formulated to burn off fast. No hangovers. It’s been at least nine hours since she had the last one. That woman was in her right mind and wanted your dumb ass. She’s probably in the shower embarrassed as fuck.”
I flop back onto the bed, groaning. Why am I always fucking this up?
“Judge?”
“Yeah?”
“Go fix it! Jesus Christ,” he keeps mumbling right up until the point he hangs up on me.
And then I hear something. A whimper. Then another, coming from the bathroom and my gut clenches, chest tightening. I did that. I doubted Kaia’s word, then I made her feel bad about herself. She’s probably in there right now, lookingat her beautiful body with nothing but contempt because she has scars and stretch marks. Things that make her infinitely more beautiful in my eyes and I’ve made her feel less than.
Another whimper sounds out and I can’t take it anymore. My feet eat up the distance between us. I don’t knock, I just walk straight in, coming to a complete stop when another whimper leaves her lips, then a long shuddering moan as she pants through her orgasm, showerhead pointed directly at the promised land.
“Out. Now.”
Kaia
A growl echoes through the bathroom and I freeze in my post orgasmic haze.
“Out. Now.”
I freeze, water still hitting my clit at full force, my core clenching as my legs begin to shake with another impending orgasm. I hold Leo’s eye contact as my peak builds. He takes one step toward me, his body heaving as if he’s run a marathon while I was in here ridding myself of the pent up sexual tension. His breathing is labored, as if watching me bring myself to completion is painful for him. Running my gaze down his body and seeing the purple head of his cock peeking out from the top of his boxer shorts, maybe it is.
The light in the bathroom glistens off a small wet patch on his lower belly, the dark hair matted from where his cock is leaking precum. Just the thought of running my mouth over that patch,tasting his essence on my tongue has my peak hitting me at full force, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Dammit, Kaia!”
He rips the shower head from my hand, shuts off the water and throws me dripping wet over his shoulder.
“Stubborn fucking woman, I thought I’d fucking hurt you with my words, refusing to fuck you, whimpering in here like I broke your damn heart and instead you’re playing with that pretty pussy,” he mutters under his breath, spanking my wet ass in punishment.
My ass burns for a moment before Leo’s rough palm soothes the sting, his long fingers dipping between my legs, sliding easily into my wet hole, my muscles clenching around his fingers.
“Fuuuuck baby, your greedy little pussy is aching to be filled.”
I whimper at his words and wonder why the hell it’s taking us so long to get to the bedroom until I recognize the carpet under foot. I brace myself to be tossed onto the bed, however typical Leo doesn’t do that. Instead he gently maneuvers me off his shoulder, somehow flipping me around until I’m in his arms, bridal style. He places one knee on the bed, then the other, shuffling us until he’s able to gently lay me down, my head on the pillow.
