For six years, I waited. I looked for him all over. Every. Fucking. Where. Paid for searches, investigators, everything I knew to do. Once on a visit back home, I lingered at our old hang outs. Never went back again; it stopped being my home the moment Judge left.

Now, he shows up out of nowhere. Tells me the condo I thought Hope's daddy bought to hush her up was really mine. That he had lived here the entire time too. Well, maybe not here; then again as I looked into his green eyes I knew that he had. I felt him. I’d felt him more than once, but assumed it was the memories I couldn't shake.

Memories I once tried to throw away. After moving in the first thing I decided was I needed a fresh start. I cried over photos and trinkets as I boxed them up. Took me hours to get one box full. I dumped them unceremoniously in the trash. I made it back to our floor only to run down the stairs and snatch them back, crying over memories that broke my fucking heart.

I looked up and there he was. Judge. Watching me, sadness in his startling green eyes. I even started to cross the street but a horn honked me out of my focus. Once I finished cursing at them, he was gone. A mirage. I painful fucking mirage. Or as it would seem, maybe not so much.

Judge had been there. I wondered how often since coming to Boston those feelings had been him. Right there. Close enough for me to touch. Tears flood my eyes and I bury my face in my hands, sobbing again. Judge brings me to the floor and into his lap, soothing me. Even if he was the one who pissed me off, it was only him who could sooth me, really. Always had been.

Like in junior high when he stuck up for me when one of the boys called me trash. I wanted to fight him, but Judge beat me to it, leaving Tommy Wyatt a bloody mess. Always trying to protect me. It pissed me off but then I cried and he held me. Now, I sob into his shoulder, wondering what he’s been protecting me from for the past six years.

"I love you, baby. I always loved you. It’s ripped me open again and again to be so close to you but to hold back. To wait. I wanted to just come scoop you up and make you mine again. I was so fucking scared you would hate me. I was waiting for the right moment. Then…I kept waiting because I can't lose you again. Cress, baby I'll fucking die if I can't have you now. I almost did being away from you so long. I need you, Bug." Now, he’s crying too and I clutch him tighter, not thinking him weak for it. Instead, I think he might be the strongest person I know.

"Oh baby, I love you too. Always. Explain. Everything. Now." I cup his face and trace his beautiful mouth with my thumbs.

Damn he’s so beautiful. He had always been handsome, even back then. Now...Jesus he looks like the sexiest, most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen. Beautiful. More than just handsome. His eyes are bright and full of love, of want. His sexy mouth is full and soft and I want to suck at his bottom lip.

Now that I can, I lean forward and do just that. His groan rumbles through his massive chest and right between my legs. My hands slide through his thick hair, yanking as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Harder to urge him closer. I shift to straddle him, feeling his cock press hard and hot between my center.

"Mmm, let me inside, baby,” Judge’s hips rock to nudge at my center, “Let me explain with you wrapped around me. I need it right now. Need to feel your pussy tight around me." I moan and tip my head back as his hips surge forward and he thrusts roughly inside me.

"Oh fuck,” He bends forward, suckling a hard nipple into his mouth, “Your pussy is mine. So fucking perfect, wet and tight for me. Just like I remember. I missed this. Missed being inside you, Cress…" Suddenly I realized what his words at the club meant; had he kept that promise, just like I had?

"I missed it too. Missed you. Knowing that I belong to you. I always belonged to you, Judge Walker.” I yank at his hair, forcing his gaze to lock with mine. In a second, we say the words without saying them. We kept our promises. All this time.

"Fucking right. Your orgasms belong to me, Bug. Every,” He thrusts and I moan, “Single,” Again, “Fucking,” Harder this time, “One. You come now when I tell you, baby. Only for me now, Bug.” I whimper as he thrusts all the way in and slides all the way out, punishing me. I fucking love it.

"Oh God,” I fall against his muscled chest, letting him lift me on his cock, “You feel so fucking good inside me. Fuck me hard. Let me know who I belong to." Judge roars and bites my neck, slamming up into me over and over.

"Fucking right. No one else gets to feel this pussy. Gets to taste it. It’s mine, Cress. Just mine." I moan and dig my fingers into his shoulders, wanting to hurt him too. I need to know he was mine, too.

"Tell me you are just mine too. Tell me you didn’t give away what you gave to me once. I need to hear it too." Judge nods, pounding up into my, his hips circling and pelvic bone hitting my clit just right.

"Only you, Bug. I never gave this cock to someone else. How could I, baby? It belongs to you. I jerk it every fucking day thinking of this sweet cunt being wrapped around it again." Judge moves his hand between us, rubbing roughly at my throbbing clit and my nails rake down his chest.

"Never? No one else? Swear to me." Suddenly his thrusts turned savage and I knew. Of course, he kept his promise. Judge never broke his promises, I knew that a lifetime ago. It’s why I waited for so long for him to come back to me. He would keep all his promises.

"I have belonged to you since I was ten, Cress Stone. Every single piece of me is yours. Always will be. Never filled anyone else with my cum like I’m going to tonight. Going to paint your fucking skin with my mark so you never forget who owns you. I never forgot, sweet Bug. I made you a promise, didn’t I?” I nod as he pumps into me, bending down, pressing my tits to his chest as my nails, my teeth, my body marks him too.

"Yes, baby. Yes. I kept my promise too. I couldn’t come for anyone else, Judge. Make me come now, for you. With you deep inside me. Oh baby, please...make me come. Make me come all over you. " Judge growls as his fingers grip my ass tight, one thumb flicking at my clit, two others sinking into my tight asshole.

"Fuck yes. Come on my cock, baby. Give me what's mine. Give it to me, Cress." One hand yanks at his hair, hard, the other raking down his back as I come hard. So hard I think I black out because suddenly, he’s lifting us both, still inside me.

Judge carries us to the bathroom once again and starts a bath. In my big bowl of a bathtub. Because it’s mine. He bought this entire fucking condo. For me. To keep me close to him. Normal people, that might freak them out. Might even piss them off. Me? Just made me love him more, if possible.

What does piss me off is that means Hope was lying to me. Which means she knows my Judge. Jealousy crawls though me, icy and intense. Judge seems to know his way around the place awfully well. He sees it coming, crossing the room to shackle his big hands around my wrists as my own hands ball into fists.

“You know Hope." I don't ask or accuse, I just say it.

"I know Hope, yes. However, your girl does not know who I am to you. I know her father. He's a... financial sponsor. Come here, Bug." I stare at him a moment and then obey, letting him hook a strong arm around me.

"I love you,” He kisses all over my face then holds my chin so I have to meet his gaze, “I am about to tell you everything. You can hate me. Like I said. Hate me all you want. I can get past it, even though it might kill me a little to have my Bug hate me. Know this though; it won't change shit. I am here because I’m done waiting to take care of you the way I promised. You are my girl, Cress. So, get right with that right now, baby. Nothing I say now is going to change that." I lift my chin in defiance but it’s a ruse.

Of course, I’m Judge's girl. That's just how the fuck it is. How it always was.