Chapter Twenty-one

 

 

 

Jessica left the kitchen and I finished the dishes, my mind on earlier. What had started out as an innocent hug had almost gotten out of control. I could only blame it on myself.

Good going, dumbass.

One thing was for certain, from the look in her eyes, she was still struggling with those inner demons. Breaker had done such a number on her that I really wanted to kill the bastard all over again. This time, make it even more painful.

Sighing, I turned on the dishwasher and walked toward my bedroom. As I passed by the bathroom, I could hear the shower running and I suddenly pictured her standing under the water, naked. Pushing the images away, I went into my bedroom, made sure my gun was within reach, and stripped. Then I slid into the sheets and stared at the ceiling, my perverted mind returning to the beautiful woman standing in my shower. I pictured her lathering up with soap and the water streaming over her skin. I’d never seen her naked, but I could tell from the way her clothes had hugged her body, that she was perfect in every way.

Closing my eyes, I began masturbating, imagining what would happen if I joined her in the shower. After licking her clean from her lips, all the way down to her red toe-nails, I’d pick her up and slide her onto my rod. She’d be tight and wet, her pussy grappling my cock as I slid in and out.

I pictured her face as I went deep and pulled out, her legs tight around my waist. She’d dig her fingernails into my back, calling my name…

Groaning at the images, I shot my seed into my hand, still imagining her beautiful body, clinging to me. When I was totally spent, I stood up and found something to clean myself with. Not hearing the water running in the bathroom, I slipped inside to wash my hands off, too. When I was finished, I opened the door and found her standing outside of the bathroom.

“What’s up?” I asked, feeling suddenly guilty that I’d just gotten done jerking off while thinking of her.

“I forgot to brush my teeth,” she said, holding up her toothbrush.

“Oh. Okay,” I said, moving out of her way.

Jessica stepped past me and stared at my naked chest. She grinned. “That’s one bad-assed tat you got there.”

I looked down. I’d gotten the ink in my early twenties, when I’d first heard my clients call me the Judge. The artist had incorporated the handlebars of a motorcycle, three skulls, and my nickname. These days, I felt a little foolish about it. “Think so?”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“You have any ink?” I asked, lowering my eyes to the pink tank-top she was wearing. It was then that I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Or if she was, it certainly didn’t much.

“I have a rose and skull on my hip,” she said, turning sideways. She lowered her black boxer shorts slightly, baring the tattoo.

“It’s cute,” I said, having trouble averting my eyes away from her chest.

She adjusted her shorts and picked up her toothbrush again. “I got it when I was eighteen. Hurt like a bitch. Yours must have been hell.”

“It wasn’t bad. I’ve felt worse.”

“I can imagine. You must have a high tolerance for pain.” She suddenly looked horrified. “I’m sorry. I guess you would, after…”

“It’s okay,” I said, with a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to apologize and I’d prefer it if you just forget about what you might have heard about my past.”

“I will,” she said, her cheeks red. “God, why are you so damn nice? I wasn’t expecting it.”

I bit back a smile. If she only knew that I’d just jacked off, thinking of her. She might have a totally different opinion of me. “Nice, huh? Well, you make it easy,” I said softly. “But, I need you to do me a favor.”

“What?”

I leaned close to her ear. “I can’t have you walking around here dressed like that,” I whispered, noticing that she smelled like sugar cookies. “Or I don’t know if you’ll still think of me as being very nice.”

Jessica looked down and her cheeks turned even redder as she noticed the outline of her hard nipples. She put her hand over her chest. “Sorry,” she said, looking mortified. “This is supposed to have a built-in bra. Evidently, it’s not doing its job.”

“No. If I were you, I’d fire it,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

She giggled. “I’ll do that. Thanks for the professional advice.”

“Anytime.” I winked at her. “Just so you know, I’m giving you shit. Even as sexy as you are, I never mix business with pleasure. Hell, you could walk out here buck naked and offer yourself to me, but I’d have to decline.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Even tempted, I’d never cross that kind of line. Your virtue is safe with me, My Lady,” I said, bowing. 

“That’s very gallant of you,” she said softly.

I smiled. “Gallant. That’s me.”

Jessica smiled back and shut the door, leaving me alone in the hallway, with the image of her perky nipples still imbedded in my brain.

If she only knew…

Letting out a ragged sigh, I turned around and went back to my room.