AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Daisy eyes popped open. “She can’t do that!”
“Yeah, she told me if she don’t get sleep, she’s gonna be too tired to make us breakfast and will be stuck with Lucky Charms without the marshmallows and spoiled milk.” Judge wrinkled his nose.
Daisy screamed, “NO!” and wrinkled up her face, too, before laughing.
“I’m actually considering feeding you two dog food.”
“Momma, no!” Daisy giggled and pulled the sheet over her head. “No dog food! Then what’s Jury and Justice gonna eat?”
“French toast.”
The sheet flipped down. “You’re mean!”
“Go to sleep,” she told her daughter. “Judge is right. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you wake up, the sooner you’ll be eating my French toast which is way better than Judge’s.” She leaned over, swept the hair off Daisy’s face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “’Night, sweetie.”
“G’night, Momma.”
“Don’t kick the dogs too much.”
“I won’t.”
“G’night, Judge.”
“’Night, kid.” He ruffled her hair, both dogs’ heads, then headed back out the bedroom door.
“Gonna tuck Momma in now?” Daisy asked his retreating back.
Without missing a step, Judge tossed, “Yep, soon as she’s done with you,” over his shoulder.
“If you marry Judge, Momma, the dogs can sleep in my bed every night.”
Oh boy. “Judge doesn’t own Justice.”
“Then Jury can.”
“How about just being happy Jury will be here until your aunt and uncle return.”
Daisy huffed.
“Sleep,” Cassie ordered. Blew her daughter a kiss, turned out the light and left her bedroom door open a crack, even though the nightlight was on.
She stood in the hallway outside the doorway a few minutes to make sure Daisy didn’t immediately climb out of bed. She listened to her daughter chatter to the bulldogs for a couple of minutes, then her speech slowed and she became quiet. Cassie pushed the door open slightly, peeked in and saw all three occupants of the bed with their eyes closed.
She breathed much easier and decided to close the door completely. She tiptoed down the hallway and back into the master bedroom. As she closed the door behind her, she glanced up and froze.
Judge was in her bed wearing nothing but a smile. “Don’t come near this bed wearin’ any of that shit.”
She reached behind her to lock the door. She did not want her daughter to be scarred for life. And seeing her mother bumping uglies would leave a lasting impression. As a child she had walked in on her parents doing the exact same thing and it was a hard memory to wipe clean.
She and Dennis rarely had sex after Daisy was born, so it hadn’t been an issue with them. This last week was the most sex she’d had in years.
Damn, that was depressing. She didn’t stop being a woman once she became a mother. Judge was right, she was a woman with needs and she shouldn’t ignore them.
Admittedly, it was very hard to ignore the naked six-foot-three, bearded biker in her bed. Especially since his fist was wrapped around all that hardness and he was stroking it.
“You have a lot of tattoos.” Gah. That was a dumb thing to say. He already knew that. So did she.
“That’s what you fuckin’ notice?”
“Was I supposed to notice something else? Your tattoos are hard to miss.”
He squeezed the root of his cock, making it turn dark and veiny. “Nothin’ else hard to miss?”
She raked her gaze over him. “Let me look closer... Mmm. No. Just your tattoos and the beard that needs a good trimming.”
His free hand went immediately to his beard as his eyes went wide before quickly narrowing. “Woman! Don’t be sayin’ shit like that.”
She made a snipping motion with her fingers. “I can trim it short for you. Let me grab my scissors.”
“Gotta rethink this shit.”
She kept her expression serious. “What shit?”
“Givin’ you my dick.”
“Well, who else are you going to give it to?” She made a point of glancing around. “I don’t see anyone else in this room.”
He released his cock, bounded from the bed and she bit back her squeal just in time as he grabbed her and growled, “Someone needs a spankin’.”
Her eyes went wide, and a thrill rushed through her. “Don’t you dare!” she hissed.
“See exactly where your girl got her sassy mouth.”
Cassie pointed at her lips. “You mean this one?”
“Yeah, that’s the fuckin’ one. Told you to take all that shit off.”
“You told me, huh?”
“Yep. And you didn’t listen. Still gave me lip. Now I gotta get that shit off you myself.”
She bit her bottom lip, fighting back her smile at his fake grouchiness. “I mean, I don’t want you to strain your fingers doing it or anything. That would be a shame.”
He dropped his head and their eyes locked. “Yeah, it would, especially after you came all over them when I used them to fuck you.”
Good lord, that caused a spark inside her. Almost like she’d stuck a fork in a socket.
