Damaged and the Knight (Damaged #2)

“You only see the lies from years ago. I see who you really are.”


Judd slid my hard nipples between his fingers and squeezed, causing me to moan loudly. I reached for him, but he stopped me until he’d rolled a condom over his erection. Glancing at the nightstand, I thought we’d need more condoms soon. At least, if I had anything to say about it.

Hands cupping my breasts again and squeezing at my nipples with his rough fingers, Judd sighed when I lowered myself over his cock. I kissed him hard as a dozen thrusts brought me to an orgasm.

“You feel so good,” I moaned.

“You can’t know how great you feel when your pussy tightens around me like that. I’m surprised I last five seconds with you.”

Lifting my hips, I let them fall in a smooth rhythm as I caressed his face. The growth on his cheeks aroused me and I felt another orgasm building.

Judd let go of one breast and licked two of his fingers. Pressing the damp fingers between my legs, he must have known he found my clit by how loudly I cried out.

“Gorgeous,” he sighed, still studying me. “I love the look on your face when you come.”

Remembering that look, I started returning to the ugly time with the bikers until Judd kissed me hard. When he pulled his lips away, he stared into my eyes.

“Stay right here with me,” Judd said. “I’m the one who matters.”

“Yes,” I whispered, smiling as his hands caressed my butt and guided me to the speed he needed to climax. “I’m right here with my knight.”

Judd’s expression softening, he almost looked sad. In that moment, he was recalling all the dirty deeds in his past. So many reasons, he wasn’t good enough for me.

“Stay right here with me,” I said, holding his face gently even as my hips moved faster and harder at his direction. “I never wanted anyone before you, Judd. I know what I need now.”

“Do you, angel?” he asked softly as he gave into all the need.

As the last waves of pleasure still lingered, Judd licked those rough fingers and teased me just right again. It took so little before I was whimpering against him in mind numbing bliss.

“I think my first morning with a chick in my bed went well,” he said with his arms wrapped around me as I caught my breath.

Nuzzling his chest with my lips, I smiled up at him. “Best morning ever, Judd the Stud.”





Chapter Sixteen


There were days when I felt like I belonged in Ellsberg and the place was familiar and welcoming. Driving with Judd to breakfast, I imagined Farah and Cooper preparing for school. They’d be damp from their shared shower after a morning of making way too much noise to have people in the house. Breakfast in their pretty kitchen, they would half study, half flirt. Sometimes, they wouldn’t get out of the door without a quickie. There was something happy about them and I never thought I’d find it with anyone. Now, I had Judd.

Yet, he wouldn’t look at me the whole drive. Even when I stared at him or ran my fingers through his damp hair, Judd refused to acknowledge me except for a little smile. I suspected he worried about seeming soft in front of the guys.

Breakfast wasn’t at Denny’s or a place I expected, but Tequila Jodi. Judd swore the bar food was really good especially the biscuits. I was excited to see the way Judd lived. Later, we planned to shop for groceries. After I’d drop mine at my place, we’d head back to Judd’s for the night. The day sounded perfect, so I wasn’t letting breakfast at a biker bar ruined things.

The place was pretty full when we arrived, but Judd had a table reserved. Something about this fact gave me the giggles. Even though Judd frowned at me, he wasn’t selling his irritation well. His blue eyes were too warm and those walls were mostly down. So open to me, Judd was irresistible.

Judd ordered biscuits and gravy, coffee and orange juice, plus a Danish. Ordering the same, I wanted to eat what he ate, drink what he drank, and go wherever he went.

Waiting for our food, Judd gave a head gesture towards someone entering the bar and I turned to find a blond man with a hard handsome face. His angry face eased when he saw me then he gave us a tight smile.

“That’s Outlaw,” Judd said quietly, sipping his coffee. “He’s the one who did your mom.”

Returning my gaze to Outlaw, I imagined his face as the last one my mother saw before her life was snuffed out. She didn’t deserve that face. She deserved something ugly, but this guy was handsome. His shoulder length blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. He looked mean, but like with Judd, some of it was for show. A mask of hostility protected these men from anyone who might be dumb enough to challenge them.

“Why does everyone call him Outlaw?”