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  How can I still be so turned on? I’ve already come, but my body is begging for more. I can still feel his warm cum inside of me, and some of it is even leaking out. I gasp when Judge thrusts a finger into me and pushes those drops back inside. His eyes watch me as he pumps his finger in and out before adding another.

  “So fucking tight still,” he grits out. “I’m going to have to stretch you and get your little pussy ready to take me.”

  I whimper at his filthy words as he adds yet another finger, and his mouth comes down on my clit. The small burn I felt at being stuffed full fades away when his tongue circles my clit. When he sucks me into his mouth, my hand flies down to him, and my fingers dig into his short hair. My whole body tightens, and I cry out his name as another orgasm hits me.

  This one is harder than the last, and my back comes off the bed while I scream his name. Pleasure consumes me and courses through my blood. It leaves me an exhausted mess in the center of the bed, and I close my eyes as I feel Judge brush his mouth against my thighs.

  I must have passed out because I jerk back awake in an empty bed. When I look at the clock I see it’s almost eleven, and I wonder how the hell I slept in. I don’t think I’ve ever slept this late in my life. Pulling myself from the bed, I get dressed for the day. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing today, so I braid my hair and put on jean shorts, boots, and a flannel shirt that I tie at the bottom because it’s too big.

  “Judge,” I call out when I make it down to the kitchen, but no one is there.

  I see a note that says there’s bacon and pancakes in the microwave if I’m hungry, but I’m not. I grab myself some orange juice and sit down at the island. Quickly I grow bored, so I start roaming the house, unsure of what I’m supposed to be doing.

  Most of the house doesn't look lived in. All the furniture is new, and some of the rooms still smell like fresh paint. The only rooms that look to be used are the master and Judge’s office. I sit down in his office chair, and the space smells like him. I lean back in his chair, wondering if there is something I can do to help around here. I also wonder how I feel about that.

  I should do my part because that’s the way things work around these parts, but then again, I’m a forced bride who’s supposed to be making my new husband's life hell. He keeps giving me orgasms and buying me things, and it makes it hard to be a jerk to him. I need to remind myself who Judge is and what he’s done.

  There was no courting, and he bought me as easily as he bought everything else around here. Now I’m in his home twiddling my thumbs and feeling a bit lost. When I felt like I'd finally had a plan, Judge went and threw me for a loop before tossing me into a fountain. Now my life is once again out of my control.

  I sigh as I get out of his chair and think about how I sound like a spoiled brat. Am I not getting what I wanted for so long? I bite my lip, knowing that I want more. I don't want all the pretty things Judge buys me; I want him to love me.

  With my head swimming, I remember Bow is out in the barn. Whenever I was having a bad day, she could always cheer me up. I head out to the barn and still don’t see Judge anywhere. A few of the hands glance my way, but none of them speak to me. Is this how my life will be? All day I’ll sit around and wait for Judge to come home? Sounds lonely and boring. I guess it’s not as boring as sitting in a jail cell.

  I was stupid to steal his car. I never in a million years thought this would be the outcome. I was mad that I thought he was marrying my sister, and that seemed like a good way to show it. Am I trying to get his attention? Oh no, I don’t want to think about that.

  When I see Bow, I smile, and her eyes light up when she sees me too. I give her nose a kiss and pet her mane.

  “Let’s go for a ride, sweet girl.” I put her saddle on and head out, thinking I’ll be back before anyone knows I was even gone.

  At least that was the plan, but I should have known better. When it comes to my life, nothing ever goes to plan.

  Chapter Ten

  Judge

  “This storm is coming fast,” one of my guys calls as hops in the truck.

  “I know. That’s why I got out here as fast as I could.” I think about Kitty sleeping in our bed, and I work faster to try and get to her.

  “I think that’s the last one,” another one says, jumping in the back.

  Some of the cattle got out earlier, and we were rounding them up before the storm came in. I got an alert about a flash flood and thunderstorms getting closer, and I didn’t want to take the chance. Once we got out here, I’m glad we didn’t ignore it. The sky is pitch black in the distance, and the clouds are moving in fast.

  “Thanks, guys. When we get back to the barn, make sure everything is locked up tight. This should blow over quickly, but I want to be safe.”

  As I take the back road to the barn and pull up outside, I see the door is ajar. I know it was closed when we left, to make sure no other animals tried to scurry out. I hop out of the truck, and the guys do the same while the other men on horses round in the last of the cattle. I help them get the stragglers into the barn, and we lock up that side.

  “Boss, there’s a horse missing,” someone calls, and I walk over to the stalls.

  Walking down the rows one by one, I count off until I get the empty stall. Confusion pulls at me because I’ve counted all my horses, but then it hits me. Bow. I haven’t had her long enough to factor her into the count, and I take off like a flash to the truck.

  Already it’s pouring outside, but I don’t care. Why the fuck would Kitty take her out in a storm? The horse would have been nervous to ride, knowing that bad weather was coming. Most animals can sense these kinds of things, so I’m shocked she let her ride her.

  Maybe it had been too long, and she missed her owner, because that damn horse loves Kitty. Either way, I’m going to slap Kitty’s ass when I get my hands on her.

  Sheets of rain come down as I take off back down the road and think about which way Kitty would have gone. Would she go back to the lake? The trail is off road, but it’s not hard to get to. If she went on it once, she could probably find it again. Taking the chance that might make all the difference, I stomp my foot on the gas and take off in that direction.

  By the time I make it to the gazebo, I can hardly see more than ten feet in front of me. I jump out of the truck and rush over to it, and I see Kitty with Bow beside her taking shelter from the rain.

  “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shout, but the second I get under the gazebo, Kitty throws herself in my arms.

  “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she pleads, and I hold her close.

  “Shhh,” I say softly when I feel her body shaking. I was so angry on the way here because she put herself in danger, but I didn’t stop to think about how scared she might be. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.”

  “Oh god, Judge, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to go for a ride, and I wasn’t paying attention to the storm until it was right on us.” She sniffs, and I lean her back so I can look in her eyes.

  She’s soaking wet, and yet I can still see the tears falling down her cheeks, so I wipe them away. “I’m here now, don’t worry.”

  A loud rumble of thunder rolls, and Bow moves nervously around the small shelter. I look around to see if this kind of thing will hold in a storm, and I don’t know if it will. I also don’t know if Bow can make it back to the barn in this rain, but I don’t have a lot of options. It’s only going to get worse the longer we stay here, so I have to make a split-second decision.

  “Can you hang on to me?” I ask, and Kitty looks at me and then at Bow. “We’re going to have to ride her back, and I’ll need you to hold on to me while I help her.”

  Kitty nods and swallows hard as she straightens her shoulders. “I can do it.”

  Just then the swans come into the gazebo and nestle into what looks like a little doghouse I had built for them. Kitty looks at them and a wave of relief washes over her. Was she out here making sure the swans were okay?


  “We don’t have time to waste,” I say, picking her up and placing her on Bow’s back.

  I take the horse by the reins and look her in the eyes. “You take care of my girl, and I’ll take care of you.” As if she understands my meaning, she nods her head. “Let’s do this fast.”

  Thunder rolls again, and Bow stamps her feet like she’s waiting on me. I get on the saddle and feel Kitty wrap around me tightly. As soon as I feel her lock on, I grab the reins and call out for Bow to gallop.

  Quick as a flash, we take off in the storm, and it’s much worse than I thought. Hard rain hits us like needles, and I try to hold on tight to the reins while Bow races to the barn. It’s a long trail on horseback, and I’m afraid the whole time. I’m afraid the storm is going to turn on us, that Kitty will let go, and that I’ll lose her forever. All of my fears are on the tip of my tongue as I call for Bow to go faster, faster.

  She digs her hooves into the mud and cries out as we go. Kitty’s fingers dig into me, and I pray she’s strong enough to hold on. The leather of the reins cuts into my hands, but I steer Bow straight and true. We are running out of time as the thunder follows on our heels, and I can feel Kitty behind me beginning to falter.

  “We’re almost there!” I shout over the rain, and Kitty’s arms tighten a little more. “Hold on tight.”

  In the distance I see a light and then the barn doors open. Several men are outside calling us in as fast as we can. Bow tucks her head and barrels toward it as if she can see it too, and I’m thankful for this beautiful creature that is helping me save my wife.

  Fear and adrenaline are the only things I can feel as we make it to the barn just as lightning strikes behind us. I pull on the reins to stop Bow once we enter the barn, and with a quick tug she stops, and the doors of the barn close behind us.

  Kitty still has a death grip on me as I try to get off the horse, and I have to pry her hands loose so I can get down and then help her off. I cradle her in my arms as Bow turns around and smells her, as if to make sure she’s okay.

  “Thank you,” I say to Bow, and she nods her head. “Get this horse some towels and treats!” I call out to the farmhands as they move into action.

  “J-J-Judge,” Kitty tries to say with chattering teeth.

  “It’s all right, beautiful. I’ve got you.” I hold her close, grabbing a towel for her and wrapping her in my arms.

  We can’t go to the house yet because of the rain, so we’ll have to wait it out here for a little while. Thunder and lightning roll around us, but the barn is safe and strong. I carry Kitty over to the old cast-iron stove where they have a fire going. I sit down in the log chair with her in my lap and close my eyes.

  I’m trying not to think about how quickly I could have lost it all, and how damn lucky I am that I found Kitty when I did. I’m also thinking about building Bow her own suite in the barn.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kitty

  Judge grabs a blanket and puts it over my legs as he sits down with me in his lap. He mutters something about my shorts, and I snuggle in closer to him, happy he’s not mad at me. Well, he might be mad, but he’s hiding it at the moment.

  When he found me, I saw a mixture of fear and relief in him. I was surprised because Judge never shows any emotion for the most part, and he’s hard to read. I bury my face in his neck to steal some of his body heat while I breathe in his scent. He holds me close and leans back in the chair, his long legs kicked out in front of him.

  I hear others talking, but my mind is so focused on Judge I can’t concentrate on anything else. I could have gotten Bow and Judge hurt today because I’d been so lost in my own head and wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. I should have seen the storm rolling in, but it wasn't until Bow started to get antsy that I knew something was wrong. By then it was too late.

  I slip my arm up his chest so I can lock it around his neck. Thunder shakes the barn, and my whole body tenses. Judge tightens his hold on me, and I relax a little.

  “I’ve got you, little one. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he tells me, kissing me on top of my head.

  Everyone stops talking for a moment, and I notice the farmhands staring at us. I’m guessing they are as surprised as I am about Judge’s comment, probably even more than I am. I’m quickly learning there is a sweet side to Judge, and apparently, he doesn't care who sees it.

  He must give them all a look, because everyone immediately glances the other way and goes back to talking. I settle in deeper against him, suddenly feeling exhausted. The rush of adrenaline I felt earlier is quickly leaving me. My body relaxes as I start to warm up, and I close my eyes.

  “You all right, boss?” I hear someone ask Judge.

  “Not really,” he admits as I try to stay still. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m asleep.

  “She’s fine,” the man tries to reassure him.

  “This time.” He rubs a hand up my back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.”

  “Not even when she stole the car?” I can tell he’s trying to tease Judge to lighten the mood.

  “I had a tracker on the car.”

  “Put one on her,” he suggests.

  Judge only grunts an agreement. I would tell them both I’m not a dog, but I keep my mouth shut. I don’t have room to talk. I could have gotten someone hurt with my own stupidity. Maybe I do need a tracker on me.

  I listen to them talk about work as I drift in and out of sleep until my stomach lets out a loud growl.

  “Let me guess. You didn't eat anything today.” I keep my eyes closed, hoping he lets it go. “I know you’re awake.”

  “You’re not putting a tracker on me,” I huff when he stands with me in his arms.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  I rest my head on his chest as he carries me out of the barn. It’s still raining but not as bad as it was. When we get inside the house, he goes straight to the master bathroom, then sets me down on the sink before filling up the tub.

  He comes back over to me and starts to slowly undress me. I should bat his hands away, but the gentle way he’s taking care of me has my heart clenching and a whole bunch of emotions I don’t understand overwhelming me.

  When I’m completely naked, he puts me in the tub before slipping back out of the bathroom. I don’t want him to go, and as if he can read my thoughts, he comes back. He’s changed his clothes and has brought some pajamas for me.

  “Meet me downstairs.”

  This time he leaves me alone without another word. I pull my knees up to my chest and guess he’s mad at me after all, because he’s barely making eye contact with me. I sit in the tub until the water starts to get cold and force myself to get out.

  I don’t know why I’m so nervous to see him again. I think it’s because I’ve disappointed him. Why doesn't he yell? That's what he does when he’s mad, but this silence is worse.

  I brush my hair out before putting on the clothes he left for me. When I make it back to the kitchen, he has food out for us. I look at him, and he stands, his face devoid of emotion.

  “Something to drink?”

  “Some juice?” He nods and gets me a cup. I sit down in front of a plate filled with stir fry. “Did you make this?” His only response is to nod as he places the cup down in front of me before he takes his seat.

  “Eat,” he orders, and I pick up my fork and dig in. When the first bite hits my tongue, I realize how hungry I really am. In no time, my plate is cleared. “More?” he asks, and I shake my head.

  “No thank you. I don’t think I can eat another bite.” He gives me another one of those nods before taking my plate away. I watch him put the dishes away and the quiet is starting to drive me crazy.

  “Judge—”

  “You can watch TV if you like. I’ve got some things to handle in my office.” Before I can respond, he’s walking out of the kitchen and leaving me alone. A few moments later I hear his office door close.

  For the second time toda
y I’m all alone, only this time I want to burst into tears. I hate that he’s mad at me.

  I stand up and debate if I should follow him, but it’s clear he wants his space. Still my feet move me toward his office until I’m standing outside the closed door.

  Unable to convince myself to open the door, I turn around and go back into the living room. I grab the throw blanket and turn on the television, wondering how long he’ll be in his office.

  At some point I drift off to sleep, because when I wake up, the TV is off and it’s two in the morning. Is he still in his office, or did he leave me on the couch to sleep?

  When I walk into the bedroom, I see it’s empty, and I bite my lip, not wanting to get into bed alone. Last night I was going to ask about sleeping in a different room, but tonight my chest is tight because Judge isn't with me.

  Unable to get in the bed, I venture back toward Judge’s office with a knot in my stomach. When I push open the door, I see him passed out on the leather sofa with a bottle of whiskey on the floor next to him.

  I think Judge is already starting to see I’m not cut out to be his wife. I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. He can try and dress me up in all the pretty clothes and jewelry he wants, but I’ll still be me. The girl who is always biting off more than she can chew and getting herself in trouble even when I don’t mean to.

  I step out of the office and close the door behind me with my chest aching. It doesn't look like I have to try to make Judge’s life hell, because it turns out that being myself is enough. None of this is going how I thought it would, and Judge is a whole lot more than I could have ever dreamed up.

  It’s just too bad that he’s disappointed with the woman he forced to marry him.