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  “Why do you have to be so dirty?” she spits out at me, and I see that fire in her eyes again.

  “Because you like it.” I ride alongside her now, and she won’t look at me. But she isn’t denying it either. “I bet you’re wet right now thinking about me doing it to you.”

  “Judge!” She straightens her shoulders like she’s prim and proper.

  “Beautiful girl, I know exactly what you were doing in that tub before I helped you out. Don’t pretend you’re so pure.” I take her hand and bring it over to cup my hard length. “Feel how bad I want it?”

  I take my hand off of hers, and it takes her a second before she pulls it away. She clicks her heels to make her horse speed up, and she trots ahead of me.

  “It’s all right, I like the view from back here too.”

  She cuts her eyes back at me, and I lick my lips. I’m more than happy to watch her ass bounce in the saddle as she moves up and down on it.

  “I didn’t know I was marrying a-a…” She searches for something mean to call me and then just ends up huffing.

  “An asshole?” I try helpfully, and she makes the cutest growling sound. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. “A pervert? Oh, what about an aggressively arrogant billionaire?”

  “Yes to all of the above.” She’s looking away from me, so I speed up and ride next to her again.

  “Kitty.” I hold my hand out, and she turns to face me. “Hold my hand.”

  “What for?” She purses her lips, and I want to laugh again, but I keep it under control this time.

  “Because I want you to.” She glares at it and back at me. “Because you want to.”

  We slow our horses to an even pace, and after a moment she puts her hand in mine. We ride like that for a while until we reach the edge of the water. There’s a dock with a gazebo on it, and I stop when we get close.

  “Let’s go see if the swans are out,” I suggest, getting down from my horse and then helping her off of Bow.

  “There’s swans in this lake?” She can’t hide the excitement in her voice.

  “Well, just the one pair,” I say as I keep her hand in mine, and we walk along the wooden dock. “There’s fish here, and a mean old turtle I’ve been trying to run off for years.”

  “I love to fish.” She surprises me by saying that.

  “Really? Me too. I’ll have to take you out on the boat sometime.”

  “Yeah, that sounds great.” She looks down at her feet, and I can see her trying to hide a smile.

  I hate that she’s hiding her excitement, but I’m happy to have some further inside information. “Here they come.”

  We walk inside the gazebo and to the edge that faces the water. The swans are swimming in the distance, but when they see us, they begin to paddle in our direction.

  “Oh my goodness, they’re beautiful!” Kitty bounces on her toes as they come closer and closer.

  “I keep food out here for them. Here, lift up the seat.” She reaches down and pulls out a bag of food. I hold it for her while she cups her hands and then tosses some out to them.

  “How long have they been here?” She’s throwing by the fistful now as they get closer and closer.

  “I’m not sure really, but not long. They showed up a few weeks back and never left.”

  “Do they have babies?” She looks around as if babies are going to appear next.

  “I think babies are on the way. Little Lady has been nesting on the edge of the trees over there.”

  “Will the boy hurt them?” She looks up at me with pleading eyes, and now it’s my turn to tuck my chin to hide a smile.

  “Uh, no, swans aren’t like that,” I tell her, pouring more food into her hand. “They mate for life.”

  “Really?” She looks so relieved and excited at the same time, and it’s adorable.

  “He’ll be there for her when the babies hatch, and he won’t hurt them. Then when they’re older and leave, he’ll still be with her.” I stare at her as she watches the swans, and I think about forever with Kitty. “He’ll be with her and only her. Forever.”

  “That’s kind of romantic.” She looks up at me through her lashes as I take a step closer.

  “That’s the forever I’m looking for.” I touch the edge of her chin and make her tilt up to look at me. “I’m mated for life too, Kitty.”

  “Judge,” she says softly, and I lean down and touch my lips to hers.

  She’s soft and small against me, but I love the feeling. She’s so delicate that she needs me to protect her and keep her safe. All I want to do is give her everything she never had and love her for the rest of her life. What could be so bad about that?

  She rests her forehead to mine before she turns away and looks out at the lake. “You make me feel things, Judge. And I don’t know if I’m ready for so much all at once.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Kitty.” I wait for her to look back at me. “And neither are you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Kitty

  I sit on the fluffy sofa watching television to kill some time. I’m not paying my favorite reality show a second of attention because all my thoughts are on my new husband. When we got back from our ride he took a shower.

  He teased me about washing his back, but I’d quickly declined and gotten flustered. I was tempted, but my mind is all over the place, along with my emotions. How many times have I wondered what Judge would look like naked? Too many to count.

  I groan and turn off the TV. I’m going to have to go up to bed sooner or later. I should be tired, but I’m filled with adrenaline at the thought of what’s going to happen tonight. Judge said he would give me time to get used to all this, but it’s technically our wedding night. Not wanting to torture myself with what’s going to happen next, I make myself get up and walk toward the bedroom.

  What would he say if I told him I’m going to sleep in one of the other rooms? He might already have plans to sleep in a spare room for all I know. My stomach sours at the thought because I’m a nutball.

  When I enter the bedroom, I hear the shower water still running, so I slip into the closet to find something to wear to bed. I open one of the drawers in the island that sits in the middle of the closet. This space is twice the size of the bedroom my sister and I used to share. My eyes almost pop out of my head when I see it holds rows and rows of beautiful earrings. I shut that drawer and open another. It’s the same, but this time with bracelets and watches.

  “What the hell?” I let out a sigh of relief when I open another and find panties this time. Each pair is soft and pretty and puts my cheap cotton to shame. I decide to actually wear some of the things he got me but don’t mess with the jewelry.

  I don’t know why it’s giving me extra anxiety, because it’s all so beautiful, and I itch to run my fingers across each item. Maybe it’s because I think everything will look funny on me, just like the wedding ring Judge gave me. I’ve got it hidden away, but I don’t want to give it back to him. I’m just not quite ready to wear it either.

  This jewelry is so out of my range of reality. It makes me wonder what kind of wife Judge is expecting me to be. He’s bought me all these things, so I'm sure he expects me to wear them at some point.

  My mind drifts back to us having dinner and him saying he doesn't need me to cook or clean for him. That really only leaves a few things he could need me for. I can have his children and be his arm candy, although I’m not arm candy. I’m rough around the edges, but I guess he thinks he can polish me up.

  I hate where my mind is going, so I grab a large oversized shirt to put on instead of one of the silk sleep sets Judge bought me. It’s another small act of rebellion on my part—I refuse to be dressed up like a doll. Plus, the shirt smells like him. As irritated as I get at Judge, I think there will always be a part of me that romanticizes the idea of him. I’ve been doing it my whole life.

  He got Bow back for me, and that’s the Judge I fantasize about. That while everyone else thi
nks of him as a gruff, no-nonsense cowboy, for me he’s sweet and maybe a little dirty. At least the dirty side of Judge is a reality.

  I didn't think he’d be a virgin with how all the girls in town talk about wanting him, but he’s not one to ever talk about things like that to other people. I never understood how all the girls in town talked about how sexy he was while being a bit afraid of him.

  I never felt that fear before, even though he was big and loud. He barks orders, and everyone jumps to, but I’ve always been the one to push back. I can’t help myself, and sometimes I just want to see how far I can go.

  When I step out of the closet, I think Judge will be there, but the sound of the running shower has me moving toward the bathroom. I lean in a little to see the space filled with steam and the huge shower that could hold a handful of people.

  I suck in a breath when I see every powerful naked inch of Judge Russo. Water runs down his hard body as he braces himself against the glass with one big hand. The other is wrapped around his cock as he works himself up and down in quick hard strokes. His head bowed, he’s hiding his face from me, but the muscles down his back are so tight they look painful.

  I should step back. Or go forward. My mind screams for me to move, but my body doesn't, and I stay rooted in the spot. Even as his head comes up and his dark gaze locks with mine, I don’t flinch as he groans my name and starts to cum.

  His whole body goes rigid, and all those big muscles flex as he spends himself. His eyes never leave mine, and a whimper of need escapes me. I was so lost in him I failed to notice how turned on I was. My nipples are tight, and my new panties are soaked. He pushes off the glass and stands to his full height.

  “Kitty.” The way he says my name has me sucking in a breath.

  He starts to say something else, but finally I get my feet to move and run from the bathroom. I hadn't realized how far I’d let myself walk in as I watched him stroke himself.

  I hit the light in the bedroom before jumping into bed. I pull the blanket over my head and lie there as I try to calm my rapid heart. I listen to him in the bathroom while he gets ready for bed and pretend to be asleep.

  I hold my breath, wondering what he’s going to do next, and I’m not sure what I want him to do. A few moments later, the bed dips, and he climbs in on the other side. An arm wraps around me and pulls me across the bed until I’m flush against his big body.

  He wraps himself around me, and his hand goes under my shirt to rest against my stomach. Our legs tangle together before he buries his face in my neck, and he places a kiss there. It’s so natural and easy, I don’t know how I’ve been in bed without him before now.

  When I close my eyes and let out the breath I was holding, I realize he did exactly what I needed him to do, and I fall asleep in seconds.

  Chapter Eight

  Judge

  Hours. This has been pure torture for hours, but I don’t ever want it to end.

  Kitty moves just slightly, and the shift is like a lightning bolt directly to my cock. I’m stretched out on my back because at some point in the night she turned over and then decided to climb on top of me. She’s got her knees on either side of my waist and the shirt she has on has ridden above her chest. Her panties and my boxer briefs are the only thing separating us from the neck down, and my dick has already managed to jut above the waistband in a desperate attempt to get skin on skin. The first couple of inches are bared and wedged between my stomach and her soft belly. It’s heaven and hell all at once.

  I close my eyes and pet her ass as she rocks in her sleep. She’s been doing this for so long I thought at some point she’d wake up. But she’s deep asleep as her body enjoys the feeling of grinding on my dick.

  My hands are down her panties and cupping her ass as she breathes deeply and rocks her hips. I can feel how wet she is, and although I want to give her release, I like how this feels too. She’s needy and clingy, and I can’t say I don’t enjoy this version of my Kitty cat.

  “Judge,” she moans, rocking again, and I close my eyes.

  “Why are you doing this to me, baby?” I ask quietly as I hold on to my iron will.

  My hands squeeze her as her wet pussy soaks her panties further, and I grit my teeth. I’ve been strong enough, and she’s so damn desperate for relief.

  “I got you,” I whisper, pushing her ass down so her pussy is on top of my cock. I hold her there as I thrust so it pushes my boxers down more and her panties to the side.

  I have to stifle a groan when I feel her hot lips on my cock, and I pause for a second to take a breath. She’s so fucking slippery, the tiniest little movement and she’ll come off of me. As gently as I can, I pull my knees up so I can get some purchase on the sheets. I rise up and down so she can slide along the ridge of my cock, and her clit can get the attention it needs.

  “Judge,” she says against my neck sleepily.

  My cock is swelling to a size I didn’t think was possible and leaking all over my stomach. When she rocks against me, her pussy slips a little, and then the head of my dick is at her opening. I think about how easy it would be to cum in her like this without her knowing. I could get her pregnant and bind her to me, so even if she tried to run, she wouldn’t get far.

  I close my eyes as her warm, wet pussy kisses the tip and then takes just a little of it. She’s so small there’s no way we’ll fit right now, not without getting her ready. But she can take this little bit, and nobody has to know.

  How many times did I dream of sneaking into her bedroom and doing this exact thing? Just playing with her pussy and giving her the tip until she was old enough to take all of it. God, I’m a bastard, but I waited. I did the right thing, and now maybe I’m tired of always making good decisions. I want to be selfish and take what’s owed to me after biding my time.

  I hold her against me and keep her from rocking as I push my cock in just a little more. I grunt and strain as I close my eyes and feel the wave of cum leave my body. It rushes out so fast, I gasp at the hot sensation and throb of my cock. I keep going as pump after pump pushes into her. She’s my wife, goddamn it, and I can only take so much teasing. Filling her full of cum will go a long way to settle the animal in my chest that begs to rut into her.

  “Oh god.” My eyes open, and I see Kitty’s awake and looking down at me. “Are you—” She looks between us where we’re joined and then back at me. “Are you inside me?”

  “Only the tip,” I tell her as another wave of cum pumps into her.

  Her eyelids lower as she rocks her hips as if to test what it’s like to feel me there. She circles them and the cum-slippery head pops out of her warmth. She groans like she’s disappointed, and I grab the base and hold it up for her.

  “You can have more if you want it.” I watch a few drops of cum leak between us.

  She bites her bottom lip as she slowly lowers onto it again and holds it there. I take my hand away so I can brush my knuckles over her clit.

  “Judge!” she hisses, and I feel her clamp down on the tip, but she doesn’t take it deeper. Probably because it’s still so fucking swollen right now.

  I pet her little clit as she circles the head and moans. Seeing her like this with her panties pulled to the side is so damn hot.

  “Take this off.” I tug at her shirt, and she pulls it off in one quick movement. The motion sends her just a little deeper, and she stays sitting up on top of me.

  I want to flip her over and thrust all the way, but watching her on top of me is a goddamn fantasy. Her tits are tight, and her legs are spread wide with a few inches of my cock inside of her. I stroke her clit with the pad of my thumb, and her thighs tremble with need.

  “So fucking beautiful.”

  A few quick touches between her petals, and I watch as a flush comes over her body and she leans back with her hands braced on my knees. Her body tenses, and she cries out as the orgasm she’s been searching for all night finally rockets through her.

  “There’s my girl.” I love seeing her lost to
her pleasure, and the sight is enough to send me over the edge with her. Once again I cum inside her, and the feeling of relief is so fucking sweet.

  I pet her body and touch her breasts as she comes down from her peak. Eventually she opens her eyes and looks at me, and there’s a smile tugging at her lips. I pull her to me so she’s still on top, and I wrap my arms around her.

  “Holy shit,” she says, and I begin to laugh.

  “Good morning.” I kiss her neck and then work my way up to her lips. “Good dreams?” She nods, and her cheeks flush, but I don’t know how she could be shy after what we just did. “I think it’s time for my breakfast.”

  “Wha—”

  Before she can finish her question, I roll her over and pin her down to the bed. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s time for mine.”

  I slowly kiss my way down her body and push her knees apart. If she thinks she’s walking out of this room without taking every inch of me, then she’s in for a treat.

  Chapter Nine

  Kitty

  I watch Judge work his way down my body, unable to pull my eyes away from him. I should tell him to stop and that we’re moving too fast. We’ve already done too much, but when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is a moan. My mind is overloaded with what he’s doing to my body.

  His tongue swirls around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My hips try to rise off the bed, needing friction, but I’m pinned under Judge’s massive body, and I’m not going anywhere. The thought only turns me on more.

  He could do anything he wants to me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. He releases my nipple and gives the other the same attention. I had no idea my nipples could be so sensitive. Of course I’ve read about it before, but it seemed so far-fetched. Now I see how wrong I was.

  “Judge,” I moan when he releases the other nipple and starts to travel farther down my body. His fingers slip into my panties, and he pulls them down my legs, then tosses them away. He spreads my thighs wide, making room for himself, and he needs a lot.