Page 117 of Sterling Fight

“Just the tip,” I joke as his crown catches on my clit.

Judd’s eyes ping open. “I could never do that. One inch and I’d want the whole mile.”

“Well, I don’t know about a mile . . .” I jest.

Judd’s mouth softly curls. The tension of earlier tonight slowly washing off both of us.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” I whisper, brushing back his hair with my wet hand as I rock over his thick dick.

“I’m not really mad, I’m just⁠—”

I cut him off by covering his mouth with my wet fingers. “I violated your privacy, and I apologize.”

Judd shakes his head. “Stone said he already knew. You don’t think I know what my siblings are doing, even as legal adults.” He lowers his tone to mimic the ruggedness of his brother’s.

“Why hadn’t he mentioned it?” I’m still seated on his hardness, but this conversation feels more important.

“Said he was waiting for me to share. Figured I would when I was ready.”

“And I forced your hand.” My intentions were good, but I lower my gaze, unable to look at him. I wanted Judd to see his family supports him. They love him. “Did they try to stop you?”

I glance up and Judd shakes his head, his smile puzzled. “Actually, they want my schedule.”

My spirits lift and I cup his cheek. “See. The family champion.”

Judd chuckles, jostling me on his lap and reminding us both of our position. “I don’t know about that but if you want to give me a victory lap dance, I won’t complain.”

I laugh, loud and light, feeling better than I have all night. Then I kiss him.

The lap dance follows until he’s seated on the edge of the tub and I’m on my knees, taking him in my mouth, giving him all the congratulations he needs.

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[Judd]

My brother Ford is opening an overnight summer baseball camp for kids outside of Sterling Falls. The location used to be an old hunting lodge. A very rustic, minimalist lodge. Now, the small cabins have been converted into bunkhouses and a main building has been built, doubling as both the dining hall and a meeting place. Located on a lake, the acres of land also include two new baseball diamonds.

And enough extra space to host a carnival-themed soft opening for locals and their families. Ford credits Cadence with the idea. He also faults her for this event getting out of hand. The original intent was some traditional games like a three-legged race and water balloon toss. A few concession stands. Maybe some food trucks. And a local firefighter versus law enforcement baseball game. But Cadence, along with Halle who is a seasoned event planner, has turned Ford’s property into a mini fair, complete with a Ferris Wheel and Tilt-A-Whirl.

I was not too keen on helping staff simple lawn games, so I’ve been recruited to monitor the money. The event is also a fundraiser, building a reserve for scholarships for kids who can’t afford to attend the future camp but have the talent to be present.

Even though Ford is retired from the game, he isn’t abandoning the sport. He is looking to train future baseball hopefuls.

Genie, on the other hand, is all in for the festivities, working the sno-cone machine and handing out popcorn. From a distance, I eye her as she politely speaks to Tate Haven. Heather is nowhere in sight, but her father’s auto sales company has generously donated a pickup truck as a grand raffle item.

The day is a perfectly sunny mid-May afternoon. Summer is on the horizon, and I relish being outdoors, enjoying the community of those who have gathered to support Ford and his endeavor. The excitement is not only a testament to Ford as a hometown superstar but also the desire for something unique and special in the area.

Throughout the day, Genie and I pass like yellow ducks in the Yellow Duck River, a game for younger children. Eventually, Simon and Trudy find me, and I enter the three-legged race and the water balloon toss with my young charge. We lose the water balloon toss. I almost think Simon pitched it to me like he did on purpose.

The scent of peanuts and popcorn and Cracker Jacks seem to permeate the air. Cadence nearly force feeds me a hot dog with my name written in mustard on it. Knox and Stone playfully razz each other as members of opposing teams during the baseball game later in the evening.

By nightfall, the lights of the rides illuminate in the darkening sky.

And all this is to say, it’s been a great day.

Simon. My family. My girl.

Genie and I have breached a new level in our relationship, especially after last night. Internal wounds were tender. I’d been angry she told my family about my secret, but I also licked those wounds after their resounding support.