Page 8 of Following Their Heart

“You come up with a name yet?” Jud’s talking about the fact he “gave” me his penis as a gift and told me I could name it if I want to. I’ve been thinking about names, and I think I have a winner, but I’m not ready to share it yet.

I feel honored that Jud gave me such a personal gift, even if it’s mostly just a playful thing to flirt over. I think it’s his way of telling me he’s committed to being my guy. He’s givinghimselfto me, as much as he can. I suspect that’s a big deal for him. So, when I tell him the name I’ve chosen, I want it to be special. Maybe I’ll tell him next time we spend the night together. Which, if I have my way, will be soon.

“I might have a name,” I hedge. “But I want to be sure before I tell you.”

He makes a chuckling harrumph, and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Taking it that seriously, huh?”

“Of course! It’s a big responsibility, naming a man’s….” I’m struggling to say it.

“Dick?” Jud supplies, grinning playfully. I like this look on Jud. I feel like he’s almost carefree. He deserves to feel that way, considering how hard he works and how much he carries as the leader here. He gives another thrust of his hips, and this time, a zing of pleasure makes me gasp.

“Yeah,” I say. “That.”

“Say it. I wanna hear you saydick.”

I shake my head. He might be one of my two daddies, but I don’t follow orders unless I want to. That’s something I learned from my other daddy. I have agency. And I choose to use it not to say a word that makes me uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to,” I say. “I’m not ready, yet.” For some reason, the thought of saying certain things makes me feel too vulnerable.

“Hm.” Jud appears thoughtful. “You’ll take it out and suck it, but you’re not ready to call it what it is, yet, huh?” There’s no judgment coming from the Judge. He appears to be genuinely considering my boundaries. I’m pleasantly surprised, and also incredibly turned on by his words.

“I like whenyousay it, though,” I admit. It’s true. Hearing him talk dirty makes me hot and squirmy in the best possible way.

“Yeah? You like when Daddy tells you what he wants to do with his dick?” He drags me close and whispers in my ear. “Excuse me,yourdick?” He gives another thrust. “You like knowing how bad I wanna put it inside you? Make you come on it? Fill you with so much come it leaks out of you for days?”

Whoa!My head is spinning with the images he’s creating. And the sensations as he punctuates his filthy phrases with grinding movements that make me see stars.

My hands are on his belt. I’m eager to see the subject of our naughty conversation. Unfortunately, that’s the precise moment Shep blows the horn for dinner.

The construction sounds beyond Jud’s door give way to a stampede of hungry men.

“To be continued,” Jud promises, and the heat he ignited turns to ice.

Oh no!What if he expects me to choose him tonight? Will he be hurt when he sees me sit with Doc and Shep? This whole sharing thing was his idea, but I get the feeling he doesn’t exactly like it.

Jud sets me on my feet, and ushers me from his office. I’m trying to figure out how to explain to him that we can’t continue anything tonight, but his long legs take him across the common room. He has his head bent in conversation with Rev, and the others are all gathering around the passthrough. Grim, of course, is keeping his distance.

All I can do, as I fill my plate and seek out Doc and Shep, is hope Jud isn’t too disappointed in my choice of cabinmates.

Chapter 4

Jud

“Did our little onehave to go to the principal’s office?” A grin splits Rev’s goatee when I join him by the fireplace.

“Jealous you weren’t there this time?” We’re watching the others help themselves to dinner.

“A little,” he says. “Nothing wrong with a little jealousy between brothers. A lot, though? A lot will fuck with a man.”

I glare at him. That sounded too much like a warning for my liking. “You got something you wanna say to me?”

“Actually, yes.” Like the smooth motherfucker he is, he changes the subject and updates me on the day’s progress. While he talks, my gaze is locked on my pretty kitten.

She’s filling her plate at the window, and in her new clothes, she looks like a million bucks. A pair of jeans hug her ass to perfection, and a stylish shirt hangs off one creamy shoulder. The moment I picked her up in the kitchen earlier, I could tell she’s putting on much-needed weight. Her lips are no longer chapped. I’d be willing to bet the scrapes and bruises all over her are just about healed up. It would be my pleasure to slowly strip her down and inspect every inch of her skin to make sure.

Christ, do I want her tonight! Last night, watching that camper a-rockin’, knowing what she was getting up to with Grim, I damn near lost my mind. This sharing shit can kiss my ass. I hate feeling like a kid on the sidelines, waiting to get chosen to be on the best team.

Rev’s talking about BallistiCrete, but I’m not really listening. My attention is all for Cora, who has a warm smile for everyone as she makes her way to the tables with her plate. And…shit. She passes the table where I always sit with Shep, Rev and Scrap. Going to the second table, she sets her plate down beside Doc.

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