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  “Of course you’re sorry now,” I sputter, unable to think of anything else to say, and his lips twitch. I turn around because he’s too handsome to stare at. I’m just happy I’m not turning into the lovestruck girl that I used to be when I heard his name or saw him around town.

  That died the day he asked for my sister's hand in marriage. Though he really hadn’t in the end, none of this would have been a mix-up in the first place if he didn’t spend his whole life ignoring me. Is this how he plans to make it right?

  “Would you like to get changed?”

  “I liked the outfit I had on before I was tossed into the water like I was nothing more than a rag doll.” I turn back around to face him, which is a terrible idea. It’s hard to keep my anger when I’m staring at how hot he is. I hate how I’ve dreamed of his big body on top of mine, holding me close when I needed it most.

  “I’m sure you can find something to your liking in your closet.”

  I perk up at this new information. All my stuff is back at my parents’ house.

  “You’re taking me home?”

  His smug look turns into a full smile, and I want to smack it. And possibly do other things to it, but I can’t focus on that right this second.

  “You are home.”

  Before I can come up with my own reply, he’s lifting me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs.

  “I’m not a doll. I know how to walk, you jerk.”

  A second later he plops me down on one of the softest beds I’ve ever felt. I look around the beautiful bedroom in shock because it’s perfect. There’s light gray wood flooring and giant windows overlooking the fields in the back.

  This place could be in a home interiors magazine, and I know because I love them. I steal them out of the mailbox each month and bookmark my favorites by turning down the corners of the pages.

  “No, you’re not a doll, you're my wife.” He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

  One of these days I’m going to get to look down at him. Then my mind flashes to how that would be possible, and I instantly feel heat lick through my body.

  “This is a really lovely guest room you have here, Judge. I’ve been wondering what the house was going to look like.”

  He’s been building it for over a year now. I heard the other house he used to live in is now where the foreman lives. Judge can be a jerk, but it's never been said he isn't generous to the people who work for him.

  “You can call our bedroom whatever you like, wife. Just know your ass will be in that bed every night.” With that, he leaves me alone in the middle of the bed.

  I sit there thinking that he’s going to come back at any moment, but after five minutes I roll off the bed. I walk over to the door and poke my head out, seeing if anyone is there, but the hallway is empty.

  This is really happening.

  I step back into the bedroom and lock the door. He broke my heart once, and I refuse to let him do it again. Married or not.

  Chapter Four

  Judge

  It’s only an hour before I walk back into the house, but it’s as long as I can give her. Being away from Kitty doesn’t sit right with me, but it’s even worse because she’s my bride now.

  Mine.

  I don’t like to think about all those thoughts I had of her before yesterday—before she was legal. So instead I push them out of my mind and go in the house to search for my wife.

  I kept an eye on the cameras while I did some things outside. I felt like a jackass for destroying her phone and made sure another one would be here first thing in the morning. It’s not often in my life I’m put on the back foot, but Kitty has me practically on my knees. That little dark-haired thing is going to wreck me, and she damn well knows it.

  When I get inside, I walk straight up to the bedroom and test the door. I smile to myself when I feel it’s locked, then reach above the doorframe and take out the hidden key. I use it to open the door then put the key back for what I’m sure will be the next time she tries to keep me out. Joke’s on her—there’s not a fucking thing that could keep me from her.

  In the distance I can hear water running, and heat crawls up my back. It sounds like the tub has been turned on, so I kick off my boots and pad to the bathroom. As quietly as I can, I walk to the attached bath and see the door is opened a bit. I ease it open a little more and on the other side of the room Kitty is soaking in the bathtub and turning off the tap with her toes.

  I clench my jaw as I step closer, and she closes her eyes. I can only imagine what she’s thinking about while the water washes over her body. The tub is big enough for the two of us, I made damn sure of that. As I walk closer, all I can think about is stripping bare and sliding in behind her. Sliding in other places too.

  My cock aches as it swells in my jeans. A man can only jerk off so many times a day, and I’ve been hard for years. I can feel my dick now, readying to have what belongs to us. I bought and paid for that sweet little pussy she’s got soaking in my tub, and I intend to own it.

  There are several things I could do now to draw attention to the fact that I’m here, but instead I walk silently to the edge of the tub and stare down at her naked body. Her tits float just above the edge with the water lapping at her nipples. Her hands rest on her belly, and her knees are spread apart. The dark patch of curls between her legs is covering what I’m dripping for, but I’ll have it soon enough.

  A soft moan comes from her, and my heart stops as I see one hand move between her legs. Her small fingers slowly spread her folds while the other hand helps itself to the treasure hidden between her lips. I can feel my eyes widen as she rubs herself slowly for just a moment, then faster. Her arm flexes as it passes over her little clit, and I think to myself that she needs to take her time. She’s rushing to her peak, and her body doesn’t even know what that is. I see a flush on her cheeks as her eyes tighten, and frustration creases her brow.

  Without giving my own hand permission, it’s shoved down the front of my jeans, and I’m grabbing my cock. I stand there fully dressed with my hand down on my dick as I watch her try and give herself what I’d die for. Just one little baby orgasm on my face and I’d put a knife through my heart if that’s what she asked for. I lick my lips wondering if she tastes like sprinkles, because she’s as innocent and untouched as cotton candy.

  My hand moves faster with hers as I try to keep up with her pace. She’s rocking her hips, and the water is moving all around her, but the frustration is still there on her face. Her orgasm is so close but still out of reach, and if she’d let me use my tongue for one second I’d get her there.

  “Damn you, Judge,” she grunts, taking her hands away from her pussy and closing her legs.

  My cock pulses in my hand at the sound of my name, and I grit my teeth as I kneel down at the side of the tub. “Spread them,” I demand, and Kitty gasps as her eyes fly open.

  “Oh god.” She tries to sit up, but I keep my eyes on her.

  “Lay back.” She doesn’t move, and I lean forward. “Now.” I manage to say the word through clenched teeth.

  This time she does as I ask and slowly leans back against the tub where she was. Her heart is beating so fast, but I lean over and just touch the top of the water with my fingertips.

  “Spread your legs, Kitty. Let me do it for you.” She licks her lips as her knees slowly fall open, and I dip my hand into the water. “Just relax.”

  When my fingers reach her silky soft folds, she hisses and raises her hips. I touch her as softly as I can, and it feels like rose petals.

  “So damn beautiful,” I say, looking over her body and then into her eyes. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I rub her clit just like I know she needs: slow and steady with only a little pressure around her clit. I make circles while my thumb dips lower and just barely inside of her. She’s so fucking tight I can’t get much more in, but that’s enough. For now.

  Her breath catches in her throat as her hips be
gin to move, and I smile.

  “Good girl.”

  She grits her teeth and scowls, but it’s gone quickly when I graze her clit. “Judge.”

  “I got you,” I say, using my other hand to lift her ass up to where her pussy is just above the bathwater.

  Leaning down slowly so she knows what I’m doing, I lower my mouth to hover over her mound. I wait until her eyes lock with mine before I swipe my tongue between her folds.

  With one slow lick, I watch her come undone in my arms, and I know my smile is smug as I sit back and lower her body back into the tub. I rub her clit, still being gentle as her orgasm goes on and on. She doesn’t seem to have much experience getting herself off, but she doesn’t have to. That’s what I’m here for.

  After I’ve gotten it all out of her, I regretfully take my hand out of the tub and lick my fingers. I can taste a trace of her sweetness there, but it’s not enough. The one lick wasn’t enough either, because now it’s all I can think about. She doesn’t look at me as she sits up in the tub, but I take her chin in my hand and wait until she does.

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is what husbands and wives do.” When she still doesn’t say anything, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips.

  I linger just a moment to breathe her in and then stand up. She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but then changes her mind and snaps it shut.

  “Come downstairs when you’re finished. There’s something I want to show you.”

  Chapter Five

  Kitty

  I pull my knees up to my chest as I sit alone in the giant bathtub and let the water get cold. I know I can’t stay here forever, but I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what just happened. I let him touch me, and he took me to a place I’ve never been able to find on my own.

  How does that man always knock me off kilter? I think I’m going to do one thing and then I end up doing another. The other being what he’d thought I was going to do. You’d almost think Judge knows me better than I know myself, and I’m starting to wonder if he does.

  I hit the knob to drain the tub before standing and grabbing one of the big fluffy towels. When I go in search of my clothes, I do in fact find mine in the closet. Except they aren't only mine. The walls and drawers of the giant closet are also lined and filled with new pretty things all in my size with tags still on them.

  Seeing my old clothes there as well, I have no doubt my mom knew what was going to happen when she asked me if I wanted to go to town with her today. How else was all my stuff packed up and here at Judge’s? This really isn't shocking when I think about it. It’s something my mother would do. She thinks there is nothing wrong with arranged marriages, and it’s how things should be done, in her mind.

  I take my time getting dressed and putting on my own clothes out of willful spite. I need some kind of control, so I’m trying to grab it anywhere I can find it. I’ve never had any before, and just when I thought I might, it slipped through my fingers like water. Water, which is now clearly my kryptonite.

  When I make my way back down the stairs, I find Judge standing in the kitchen at the stove. He looks over his shoulder at me.

  “Sit. I’m making you something to eat. We need to talk about something.”

  “I think we should have talked about something a long time ago,” I mutter under my breath.

  “That’s one, Kitty.”

  I scrunch my face. “One what?” He turns the stove off before looking at me. His eyes roam up my body and back down.

  “Make it two.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But what we should talk about is how you don’t know how to knock.” I have no idea why I’m poking at him because I didn't enjoy being tossed into the fountain. I know he’s not one to bluff, yet here I am.

  “Three.”

  “Stop counting.” He strides over toward me, and I think he’s going to grab me and kiss me. My whole body starts to buzz when he lifts me by the hips and puts me on the same high-top stool as earlier today.

  “Spankings, Kitty. I’m counting how many times I’m going to smack that plump ass of yours.” My mouth falls open in shock, and I see a hint of a smile tug at his lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  His big hands grab my face, and now he kisses me when I least expect it. His touch is soft for a man with rough hands, and I think about how they’d feel on my ass. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he takes his time lazily exploring me. I find myself doing the same and wanting to taste him too. I wonder what he thought of me when he had his mouth between my legs.

  My hands find his shirt as I dig my fingers into it. It’s me that pushes the kiss harder and demands more. I slip my hand up his shirt and around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. He jerks back, and I gasp for air as we stare at each other. The look on Judge’s face is one I’ve never seen before.

  “The things I want to do to you.” He shakes his head as he lets out a long sigh. “You have no idea, and I pray you never find out.”

  My lips tingle as I watch him go back toward the stove. He works about the kitchen before he slides a plate of food in front of me, and I stare down at the enchiladas. My favorite.

  “You made this?” I ask, taking the fork he’s offering me.

  “I can make the basics. I won’t let you starve, but I can’t take credit for the enchiladas. That’s all Kelly.” With the bite almost to my mouth, I stop as I feel jealousy bubble up inside of me. “Kelly is a man. Eat. You haven't eaten since breakfast.”

  “How do you know when I ate?”

  He gives me a look, and I shove the bite in my mouth because of course he knows everything. It tastes wonderful, and I think I’ll like Kelly now that he’s a man.

  “Jealousy looks good on you.” He sits down next to me with his own plate. I want to throw my plate at him, but the food is too good to waste. “Not that you have a reason to be, because I’m all yours, wife.” I believe him. Judge is a man of his word and steady as a rock. He’ll be a faithful husband, but that doesn’t mean I want another woman around him. I guess I really am the jealous type. Not that I want him to know that.

  “I don’t cook,” I inform him.

  “I know, but you bake, and it’s why we have Kelly.”

  “I don’t clean either.” That’s a lie because I can, I just don’t like it.

  “I have a cleaner. I don’t need a wife to clean up after me.”

  “What do you need one for then?” As soon as I say the words, I wish I could take them back. Judge opens his mouth, but I press my hand against his lips to stop him from talking. I can feel his smile under my hand before he kisses my palm, and I slowly take it away.

  “Eat your dinner and I’ll show you your surprise.”

  “More fancy clothes?” I lift a brow.

  “I never thought I could buy you, Kitty. The clothes and extras are just because, but they’re not so you’ll stay.” I start to wonder what it could be then. “You’ll stay because you want to. I’ll make sure of that.” He’s so certain of it that it makes me wonder what he’s got up his sleeve.

  Some people don’t care for surprises, but not me. I love them, and I wonder if Judge knows that. If I had to guess, I’d say yes because he seems to know every other little detail about me.

  When I finish my plate, Judge snags it and puts our dishes in the sink. He takes me by the hand, and I don’t stop him as he leads me outside.

  We head toward one of his barns and as we approach, he lets out a low whistle. The barn doors slide open, and I see my horse, Bow, standing there. I cover my face with my hands. Judge pulls me into his big body, and I feel strong arms hold me in a safe embrace. It takes me a second to get myself under control because I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

  “You-you have Bow?” I finally manage to say.

  “I tracked her down when I heard your dad sold her.”

  I wrap my arms around Judge and hug him as tight as I can. I can’t believe he di
d this. I was so heartbroken when my father sold her because we needed the money, and she was a big expense that couldn’t be justified.

  “Thank you.” I look up at him. “I will accept this as an apology for throwing me in the fountain.” I smile around my tears, and he nods.

  “I’ll take it.”

  “I’m still going to make your life hell.” I tilt my chin up in defiance.

  “I wouldn't expect anything less, Kitty.” The smile he gives me is going to make it a lot harder to live up to my words.

  Chapter Six

  Judge

  “Can we take her out now?” Kitty asks as she nuzzles Bow.

  “Anything your heart desires, beautiful,” I answer, lifting her up on the saddle. I grab my readied horse from the stable and hop on. I trot out to where Kitty is waiting, and the way she’s looking at me, I don’t understand. It’s as if she’s really seeing me for the first time—and maybe she is.

  “Where to?” She looks ahead and then back at me. “I don’t know these trails as well as you do.”

  “Let’s follow the creek down and to the lake.” I look up at the sky and then back at her. “We’ve only got a couple of hours of daylight left and I don’t like the idea of keeping you out after dark.”

  “Afraid I’ll turn into a werewolf?” She winks as she trots ahead.

  “Nah, if you were a wolf, I’d just mount you from behind and fuck you under the moonlight.” When she whips around to stare at me with her mouth open, my horse moves past her, and I pop her in the ass on the way. “Don’t give me ideas, wife. It’s our wedding night.”

  I see the blush stain her cheeks, and it thrills me as well as my cock. I know exactly how innocent she is after getting a taste of her earlier. It wasn’t enough, and just the sight of that blush has me hard and achy. She’s a damn tease, but I’ll have her soon enough.