Damaged and the Knight (Damaged #2)

“You won’t though because you wish you were inside me.”


Judd exhaled hard like a pissed bull and adjusted in the booth again. I just laughed and rested my head against his shoulder.

“I so own you.”

Vaughn nodded. “He’s a keeper. I remember how poetic he was when I asked him if he could imagine himself as an old man. He turned to me and grunted. Real profound grunt too. Oh, and once I asked if he ever imagined himself as a father. I kid you not, he burped. The man is fucking Shakespeare.”

Vaughn and I laughed, but Judd only rolled his eyes. “Why are you two hassling me?”

“For me, it’s a distraction,” I murmured as he adjusted in the booth again.

“These jeans aren’t made for so much temptation.”

“I feel the same way about my bra. They can barely hold me in.”

The men laughed and I was glad to see Judd relax. Well, his face relaxed while the rest of him was still agitated and needing relief. I caressed the part in the most need and he nearly jumped out of the booth.

“Tawny.”

“Yes, Judd?” I asked softly and he just grinned. “I’m sorry, but you were pretty damn hot going psycho on Cooper. My man turned caveman and it was some sexy shit.”

“You two are grossing me out,” Vaughn said, seeming a little grumpy now. “Luckily, I have a strong stomach.”

“What are you up to today?” I asked, giving Judd a little space to ease his tight pants problem.

“Same shit,” Vaughn said and I notice a bigger chink in his affable armor. “When I was younger, I would bowl every weekend. Me and my cousin would hit the alley, drink beer, play for a few hours. I’d enjoy a chick then hit the hay. Those were the days.”

“Why can’t you do that anymore?”

“You saw Caleb,” Vaughn muttered. “You think he wants to bowl?”

Skipping over the cousin thing, I tried to lift his mood because I sensed he was growing angry. I also sensed an angry Outlaw was a bad thing.

“Why can you bowl with Judd? You two are best girlfriends and all that, right?”

Vaughn gave me a little grin, but the humor was gone from his blue eyes. “He doesn’t bowl. Says the noise bothers him. I just think he doesn’t like to fucking lose.”

Judd stared at Vaughn and something passed between them. If I had to guess, Judd was telling Vaughn to settle down because I was there. As curious as I was about the story behind Outlaw, this wasn’t the time to ask questions. Not with Vaughn on the verge of violence and Judd appearing ready to beat the shit out of his friend for getting pissy anywhere near me.

“I know we haven’t eaten, but I’m horny,” I said, shifting closer to Judd. “Can we leave?”

Judd glanced down at me and nodded. “Later, Vaughn.”

Vaughn barely acknowledged our departure. The dark look in his eyes hid none of his rage. In fact, his mood shifted so quickly that I would have feared him, if I didn’t have Judd to protect me.

Once on our way to the condo, I asked Judd, “Why did he get so upset?”

“Everyone has regrets.”

“And?” I pushed when he didn’t continue.

“Vaughn gave up his life on a whim. I suspect some days he wishes he hadn’t.”

“You’re not going to tell me, even after I helped smoke out the mole?”

Judd smirked. “Not after you got me riled up like that.”

“Was that why he got pissed?”

“Who the fuck knows? He’s moody and alone. I was alone too. Maybe he doesn’t like that I’m not like him now? I don’t really care.”

“Why are you so cranky?”

Judd glared at me then turned the SUV sharply down a street before parking in the lot behind the closed garage. The minute I saw where we were headed, I grinned.

“You really can’t wait the ten minute drive?”

Judd shut off the car and frowned at me. “My cock is so hard right now that I can’t think straight. Get in the backseat.”

“Say please,” I murmured then laughed while climbing between the seats. “See you in the back, stud.”

Judd slammed the door then came around to the backseat. “I’ve never been so fucking hard so often. It’s unhealthy.”

“Shut up and make me come,” I said, wiggling my jeans and panties below my knees. “This is going to be awkward.”

Judd took my legs and tilted me sideways. After somehow managing to remove his cock from his tight jeans without injuring himself, he shoved himself inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned, moving slower now. “I love how wet I make you without even trying.”

“You’re so lazy,” I murmured, stroking my clit until I came and made noises inappropriate for car sex. “I wish I could kiss you. This isn’t a very romantic position.”

“I’m going to come hard in like five seconds. Shut up and I’ll kiss you afterwards.”

Laughing, I glanced at him. “Vaughn’s right. You’re a poet.”

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m fucking you.”