Page 8 of Rock's Judgement
Reaching over to the bedside drawer, he pulls out a condom and rolls it in place. I find myself watching in awe. He’s huge, and I wonder how he’ll ever fit inside me. He lines himself at my entrance, slowly easing his way in. I tense initially while my body adjusts to his size, then I feel my walls clench around him and hear him hiss.
He draws back slowly and eases himself back in, filling me. I arch off the bed, adjusting my position, and he reaches between us, circling my clit with just enough pressure that I can feel myself building to another orgasm.
He pounds into me while continuing his assault on my clit, and I feel the sensation building as I writhe around beneath him.
“Fuck, Red,” he grunts, and I fist the sheets under my hands. “Red, I feel like a fucking schoolboy. I can’t hold on much longer.” He strokes my clit until I clench around his cock. I reach down, stroking my own pussy, and he groans while he watches me through hooded eyes. “Oh fuck,” he shouts as I continue to play with myself, milking his cock as I ride out my own release.
We lie together, my head resting on his shoulder, listening to his heart thumping in his chest as I trace my finger along the tattoos on his torso and his hand strokes along my back.
“Red?” I don’t want this trance to end, but I have a feeling by his tone that I might just come crashing down from my high. “Red?” he repeats.
“Hmm,” I acknowledge, halting my exploration of his tattoos.
“You need to tell me what’s going on with that prick who came here earlier.” I sigh.
“Please, Rock,” I plead, “I really don’t want to talk about him when I’m still on cloud nine from one of the best rides of my life.” I look up at him, and his eyebrow arches as a grin crosses his lips.
“As much as I love to hear you say I’m the ride of your life. I can’t just brush this under the rug.” I lay my head back on his chest, resigned to the fact this isn’t going to be a battle I can win.
“He’s Meli’s father, my ex.” I lean up on my elbows so I can look at him while I share something I haven’t disclosed to anyone. He watches me, not saying a word, waiting for me to continue. I swallow hard. “He’s a Crown Court judge.” I watch for his expression to change, and when it doesn’t, I continue. “I walked out a few weeks ago with Meli while he was at work and I’ve been living in my car ever since.
“I met him when I was eighteen and thought it was true love. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Of course, initially, he flaunted me with flowers and expensive meals. That was until he got a job here in Leicester. He asked me to move, and I jumped at the chance, but once we were out here, that’s when the abuse started. To begin with, it was the odd slap here or there, and then he became more violent as the years went on. I had no one. He’d isolated me, made me feel insignificant. Until one day, when he raised his hand to Meli, I decided enough was enough. I mean, for fuck’s sake, she’s a baby.”
My voice begins to crack as I rush to get everything out, all my dirty little secrets. A lone tear falls, and he reaches up, wiping it away with his thumb. “That was the final straw. I waited for him to leave for work, packed my bags, and set out in the car. I’ve been moving ever since, trying to stay one step ahead of him.”
Rock cups my face in his hands. “He will never touch you again . . . ever.”
“But Rock,” I cry, “he’s going to get you arrested, and he will drag me back to that hell hole.”
“Over my dead body, Red. I’m serious, he won’t touch you again. Even if they come for me, the club will look after you.” He leans down, placing a tender kiss on my forehead, and it sets off a fresh wave of tears. “No more tears. We can fix this, okay?” I sniffle, resting my head back against his chest. He strokes my hair gently, and I feel my eyes getting heavier as I drift off to sleep.
ROCK
Drifter calls church.After yesterday’s little incident, he’s hoping to get ahead of the curve. When Red disclosed the man’s a judge, we knew he wasn’t going anywhere without a fight. Drifter hits the gavel on the table, bringing our attention to the start of church.
“So, Lizzy informed us last night that the lovely piece of work who showed up yesterday was Judge Darius Parker, who Rock kindly introduced to his fist.”
Drifter looks at me over the table, and I shrug at him. “How the fuck was I supposed to know?”
“You’re not supposed to throw punches and ask questions later, Rock,” he growls. “We expect he’s gonna press charges against Rock, but Lizzy also revealed that for some years she’s been at the mercy of his fist.” The room erupts in grumbles of disgust. They’ve all come to like Red, and she’s really become one of the family. “Quiet down, fellas,” he shouts. “Luckily enough, the cameras in the bar area caught our local judgepulling her by the hair while she cradles her daughter. If anything, we can use this as leverage.”
“I’ll get hold of my sister, Pres,” Gears announces.
“Good idea. I think our Enforcer might be needing a solicitor very soon,” Drifter replies.
I groan. “Really, Pres? I’ve dealt with worse than some junked-up judge.”
“Rock, we need to play this right, and if that means you lawyer up until we can work out a plan, then that’s what you’re gonna do. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Pres.” I roll my eyes at him, not missing the look of clear disdain on his face. “Pres?”
“Yes, Rock?” He’s pissed, and I can tell he’s expecting me to argue the toss with him right now.
“I wanna claim Red.” The entire room stills and turns to look at me.
“Okay, brother. You heard the man—she’s off limits,” Drifter announced. “I’m sure Rochelle will be happy to have another ol’ lady around here on a permanent basis.”
I told her last night there was no going back. When you know, you just know. I’m not sure how she’s going to take the news, but I’ll cross that bridge when it comes. She’s mine and so is that little princess. Drifter is right, she needs us. She needs stability, and there is no way I can have another man touch or lay a finger on her.
