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“Then that definitely doesn’t count. The system is flawed and fucked. I’ve always been lucky enough to have insurance thanks to my parents and now my job. But my roommate in college didn’t have any coverage, so if she got sick, I’d go to the doctor and pretend they were my symptoms.” I tried to rein in my emotions until I confirmed. “Is that it?”
That time when he closed the distance between us, he didn’t stop until my body was tight to his and I could feel him.
All of him.
The many hard inches of him, curving along his pelvis, caught between us.
My lips parted as I inhaled sharply, and his cock jerked, taking that breath away just as fast.
Suddenly, he looked to the side. I did the same, just in time to see Jury approach.
And he didn’t look happy with what he saw.
I tried to step away, but Judge kept his hold firm as he bit out, “What?”
“Everyone’s waiting,” Jury said.
“Let ‘em. Or fuckin’ leave without us.”
“Fine.” Jury scowled hard as he turned and stormed out.
“We’ll be right there!” I called to his retreating back, my cabin fever demanding a night out. Knowing it was unlikely he’d wait while we wrapped a lengthy discussion, I looked back at Judge and focused on the important part. “Everything else about you and Nash is different?”
“Night and fuckin’ day.”
“Will you tell me more later?”
He shook his head, and my stomach fell until he clarified. “You’ll be fuckin’ hammered later. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
Rather than release me, Judge dipped his head so his face was all I could see. “But make sure you only ask what you really wanna know, princess. ‘Cause there’s no going back. Not from any of this.”
With that ominous warning, Judge let me go only to grab my hand as we walked silently outside to see everyone had left without us.
“Can you hold your liquor?” he asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Don’t want you falling off the back of the bike later. You want, we can take my car.”
Turning, I saw a beautiful car parked next to the clubhouse. It looked like a classic style but was so shiny, it seemed brand new. “That wasn’t there when I got here.”
“Move it depending on which way the wind blows so it’s blocked by the club and doesn’t get dirty.”
“You could build a garage.”
“Should, yeah.” He cocked his head. “Bike or car?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Bike.”
After helping me with my helmet, he put his own on and climbed onto his bike with the same badass gracefulness as the first time I’d seen him. Even with his help, my movements were far less graceful, but I didn’t care.
I hung on tight as he started the roaring engine and took off. There were a million things I should’ve used the long ride to think about, but all my brain seemed to focus on was how good it felt to be pressed against Judge’s back.
And how badly I wanted a bike.
