“I was kind of kidding,” he prevaricated.
“You were not,” she called him on it.
“Dad needs a shakeup. And I’ll point out, you haven’t even met him so the danger of you nudging him is very low.”
Though, he suspected that wouldn’t stop her and he knew this due to the conversation they’d had with her mother and Duncan just last weekend.
“My dad needs a shakeup too,” she retorted. “And I’ll point out, you have met him, and you cannot argue that he’s wretched.”
He wouldn’t use the word “wretched.”
But he couldn’t argue that.
He wouldn’t say Tom was wallowing.
That said, the man had made a massive mistake, lost what was most important to him in this world, and that did not often find a quick recovery.
“Give him time,” he coaxed.
“I have,” she returned.
“Chloe.”
“Judge.”
He gave it a beat.
Then he lowered his voice meaningfully and repeated, “Chloe.”
She didn’t respond to that.
He heard her humph though.
That was often indication she was giving in.
In this instance, he fucking hoped so.
“I’ll look at the file when we get home,” he allowed, though only to read it to find things to use in it as more fodder to get her to shred it.
“Thank you,” she said shortly.
He shook his head at the road, regardless of the fact his mouth was smiling.
Any man would want a woman with a big heart.
But Chloe’s?
It just might kill him.
* * *
He pulled out and looked into her eyes.
She read his look and knew she could do anything.
Anything.
She didn’t take him to his back.
She forced him to angle up so she could turn to her stomach.
And then he pushed all the way up, because she kept her front down, but came up on her knees, presenting her ass.
And her pussy.
Judge took hold of her sweet ass in both hands and gave himself some time to watch her take his cock, her body rocking and then surging back to meet his thrusts.
Then he got busy, curling over her and diving in with his fingers.
He gave her an orgasm and then she pushed up on her hands, knowing he got off on that too. Tossing her hair back, letting Judge see the dark waves and curls sliding over her skin, her ass slamming into his groin, her pussy pulsing around his dick.
When he was close, Judge shifted position so his knees were between hers and grunted, “Up.”
She pushed up to sitting on his dick. And angled together, he pounded her down on him as he powered up inside her, one arm slanting across her chest so he could wrap his hand around the side of her neck, the other hand full of one of her tits.
He listened to her breath catch with each thrust, felt her fingers curl around his wrist at her neck, her other arm reaching back to grab as much as she could of his ass.
And that was when he exploded, shooting inside her.
She rode him through it, her head dropping back to his shoulder. He turned his and grunted his orgasm into her skin.
Christ, she was everything in bed.
And just everything.
As it was receding, Judge opened his eyes, gazing down the length of her body. Her full tit almost too much for his hand, her trimmed bush sheathing his cock. He felt her soft hair crushed to his chest, all over his shoulder. And his dick twitched inside her.
They fucked everywhere. Her bed. His bed. Her couch. His. Her shower. His. On the basin in her bathroom. On his. He’d dropped to his knees in her kitchen and eaten her out. She’d dropped to hers in his and sucked him off. They’d fucked on her desk at her office. They’d fucked in his car after they got back to it when they took Zeke walking on a remote trail.
They fucked in the morning and they fucked at night. They fucked all day on Sundays, and it wasn’t usual, but it happened where she’d wake him up in the middle of the night to fuck her, or he’d do the same.
Hell, they didn’t make it out of her foyer when he brought her home from her trip to LA, they’d been so desperate to go at each other after they’d been apart. And that had been repeated in his entryway when he got back from New Mexico and Denver.
They couldn’t get enough of each other.
And staring at her beauty sitting on his dick, he knew they never would.
Chloe loved looking at him and didn’t hide it. Her face grew hungry whenever she’d see his cock. But even dressed and out doing shit, he’d catch her eyes on him, and she wouldn’t look away. She’d smile softly, and the fact she liked what she saw shined right from her eyes for him to see.
She loved his dog and her family.
She cooked like a fucking dream.