Damaged and the Knight (Damaged #2)

My gaze admired his other tats then moved south to a part of him that brought me such pleasure the night before. Even relaxed, his cock looked thick and intimidating. Admiring it, I had an urge to wake him with a smile on his face. Yet, the clock read only seven and Judd said once he didn’t appreciate waking up before eight unless someone had died.

Slipping out of bed, I cleaned up in the bathroom then found a shirt and panties from my bag. Pearl followed me out onto the balcony overlooking a wooded ravine.

Since that first day when he saved me, I often found myself wondering about Judd’s life. Where he lived and what did with his time? Was he with a woman? I was curious about every little thing, so being in his home was exciting.

His condo wasn’t heavily furnished. Just a few pieces, but they were all high quality. A dark leather chair and couch, a large flat screen, and a black coffee table filled the decent-sized living room. The only other furniture was a cat tree and cubbies. Otherwise, the room was bare.

His bedroom was the same way with an expensive bed and a small dresser with matching nightstands. Judd paid good money for quality furnishings, but the place didn’t feel like a home. It felt comfortable though.

In the kitchen, I fiddled with the coffee maker. Stainless steel, it matched the microwave, stove, and fridge. In a cabinet, I found a can of coffee and filters. Glancing through the rest of the cabinets, I realized Judd must not eat in very often because most of the kitchen was bare.

As the coffee perked, I returned to the balcony and admired the view. I pictured Judd sitting on the black metal furniture, drinking a beer, and watching the sun set. Even afraid he might wake up disinterested, I allowed myself to imagine us sitting together in the evening with Pearl on my lap. We could be happy together. I knew in my heart that if he just gave us a real chance, we could fix the scars holding us both back.

Soon, I poured two cups of coffee. Knowing he took his black, I found a small container of sugar and wondered if Judd kept it around for his mom. Judd was still asleep when I returned to his room with the coffee. He rested on his back with the sheets down around his ankles.

The clock read eight, so I decided to wake him up the best way I knew how. Stripping off the shirt and panties, I crawled onto his bed and kissed his stomach. A light lick along each nipple changed his breathing, but his eyes remained closed. I slowly ran my nails down his chest, through the dark hair and along hard muscles until I reached his waist with the tattoo of the snake wrapped around a cross. Kissing the marked flesh, I let my hair stroke his skin as I settled over his cock.

Grinning, I thought about the commercial about how many licks it took to reach the center of a Tootsie Pop. Now, I wondered how many licks it would take to wake my sleeping knight.

The answer was six. Cupping his balls helped too.

Waking slowly, Judd frowned down at me as I stroked him with my tongue and hands.

“Tawny,” he muttered, seeming surprised.

“Good morning. I made coffee.” I said, licking him again.

Judd sighed then glanced at the coffees. When his gaze returned to me, he sighed again.

“Don’t do that,” he said, gesturing with two fingers for me to come closer.

Frowning, I crawled up to him where he kissed me softly.

“You brushed your teeth.”

“I used your toothpaste, not the toothbrush. I respect boundaries.” When Judd only frowned, I felt awkward. “Do you want me to leave?”

“You know I don’t.”

“I really don’t know that.”

“I’ve just never had a chick around in the morning and I’m not sure how this is supposed to work.”

“I hope you’re not asking me.”

Judd grinned. “Let me clean up.”

“I’ll wait here.”

“Don’t get dressed,” he said, grinning wider now as he disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water running then he returned as I sipped the coffee.

Staring at his erection, I sighed. “You look really good in the morning.”

Judd leaned down and kissed me softly. After sucking at my bottom lip, he looked at the coffees.

“You made coffee.”

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. I know how you like it.”

“You do know how I like it,” he said in a naughty tone.

Nodding, I kept my eyes glued to his hard cock. Judd finally lifted my chin, so I would look up.

“I’m up here, angel.”

Laughing, I looked back at the erection and shook my head. “You can’t wave that thing at me and not expect a reaction.”

“Oh, really,” Judd said, teasing my nipples.

“Huh?” I murmured, soaking in the affection.

As soon as Judd settled against the headboard, I straddled him.

“You’re so perfect,” I mumbled, caressing his flawless chest. “Everything on you is perfect.”

My gaze meeting Judd’s, I wondered why he was with me. I’d seen a lot of incredibly beautiful women in Ellsberg. Women that Judd could look at forever and never lose interest.

“You can’t know,” Judd whispered, cupping my breasts, “because you don’t look in the mirror.”

“I know what I look like.”