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  His fingertips pressed over my lips shushing me. There was something about his touch that electrified every inch of my body. His fingertips brought me to life.

  “Lucy. You are very persuasive. I’d prefer that you go ahead and get on your knees for a bit then,” he whispered, gently pushing my shoulders down. My eyes widened as he unbuttoned his jeans allowing them to fall.

  Immediately, I knelt gazing up at him, watching as he inched his boxer briefs down exposing himself to me. Instinctively, my mouth fell open like a baby bird waiting for its treat. I wasn’t sure what to do but I’d seen it done in movies. It couldn’t be that complicated.

  With his thumb, Jenner directed it toward my mouth and I took it. Proudly, I took all of it, my gag reflex engaged making my eyes water. As if he knew, he pulled back just a bit. But when his fingertips traced along my jaw line that comforted me. There was something beyond lust in his eyes. With one hand, I reached around and held his butt cheek, setting a rhythm. The next time I peeked up at him, his neck was angled back—his breathing more sporadic. I smiled, which was actually quite hard. This really wasn’t just about me, I decided in that moment.

  Keeping pace, my own body responded as I thought about what I was doing to him and about what he had done to me last night with only a couple of fingers. My pace quickened as thoughts consumed me.

  “Stop, Lucy,” he said firmly, pulling out of my mouth. His thumb traced over my bottom lip. “I’d prefer not to come yet.” He winked, pulling me to my feet. The tenderness in his fingers as he touched my nipples sent a ripple of pleasure through me.

  “However, you coming is completely preferable.”

  I smiled as his fingertips pushed my panties to the side and then worked their way through my wetness.

  A low moan scraped up my throat as he buried a finger inside of me. Immediately, his thumb found the most sensitive part of my body, and he began to set a pace of his own.

  I didn’t want to be standing. I wanted to lie down and enjoy every second of this… Every. Single. Second. The fuse was lit. Burning. Detonation loomed. His teeth bit down on my ear lobe.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled near my ear. “Especially when you’re about to come.”

  My knees nearly buckled as the pleasurable feeling in my abdomen grew. Suddenly, his finger was gone. My eyes shot open.

  “I’d prefer you not stop,” I said, panting.

  There was that grin. “Look, little miss…” he said softly. Hearing him say that familiar name brought a grin to my flushed face. Even though it typically came from Hank or Pops, the sentiment wasn’t lost on me. “You said you’d prefer that I tell you what to do and when to do it.” He slid my panties over my hips until they fell to the ground. “I’ll let you know when to come.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “That is not at all what I meant.”

  A soft chuckle came from his chest. “Lie down.”

  I did as he said but was lost in a fog of lust. I’d do anything he asked.

  He lifted his jeans off the floor and retrieved a condom from the pocket. I watched him as I lay there full of need, full of want, full of desire. All I wanted was to be full of him.

  The look on his face matched what I felt on mine. His eyes flashed back and forth between my face and my body. He brushed a kiss over my hipbone, then the tip of my nose as he positioned himself over me. The weight of him rested between my legs, and I spread my thighs a little more to allow him full access.

  My heart found a steady rhythm when I released my held breath. I knew this was probably going to hurt, but dear Lord did I want him to take me. When he arched his hips—BINGO…his head began to enter me. Slowly. Deliberately. Jenner slid smoothly, perfectly, effortlessly and painfully inside of me. By the look on his face it seemed painful for him too.

  “My God…” I whimpered, bracing myself for the full invasion.

  I fought looking into his eyes—secretly, I knew I’d fall for even the smallest amount of confirmation. Our chemistry, to me, was undeniable. Yet, for whatever reason he couldn’t or wouldn’t give more.

  “You ok?” he spoke softly, and instantly my eyes were drawn to his.

  I nodded.

  “Welcome back,” he whispered, brushing a kiss over my forehead; he never kissed my lips.

  “Why would one go without this?” I groaned as he pulled out and then slid as agonizingly slow back in. I wondered what he might have thought of a 24-year-old virgin as the stretched skin burned.

  He grinned. “Poor decision on your part. Though had you not gone without, this may have never happened.”

  My hips arched up once again to meet his gentle thrust.

  “Yep, we were meant to be.” After the words seeped out, regret consumed me. But his eyes held mine as if he agreed with the admission. As if…

  His eyes closed, shutting me off from the emotion mirrored there. I closed mine too. If this was the first and only time with Jenner—fate was playing a cruel joke.

  The weight of his body was gone, and my lids flew open. While still inside of me, he’d risen to his knees. This angle was painful in the beginning. My half-mast eyes watched as he slid his thumb into my wetness, and then began to massage my clit once again. The feeling from before immediately revived to life. Damn, the pleasure. The building of what was one of the most pleasurably satisfying feelings in the world. A feeling that I never wanted to live without again. Not even for a day. I wanted Jenner to provide that feeling. Over the past couple of years, I had never given anyone the opportunity, nor did I trust anyone enough to cave to the feeling. But now, I didn’t want to let it go. It was in that moment between knowing I was going to come and feeling him thrust inside that I decided I would do whatever it took to change his mind. I had to change his mind to see me again.

  “Jenner…” I cried out just as I exploded. Last night it had been around his finger, tonight it was around his dick. Multiple waves of pleasure spilled across my abdomen.

  “Jesus, Lucy. I can feel you coming around me.”

  As the orgasm waned, my hips bucked up wanting to help him find his. The pleasure of pleasing him was satiating in and of itself.

  “You trying to make me come?”

  I bit down on my lip as my hips continued.

  “Yes, beautiful girl. I’m gonna come.”

  Immediately, I stopped moving my hips…I mean like a complete standstill, and his lustful look of pleasure turned to a look of shock. His wide-eyed stare found only a shitty grin when he looked down at me.

  “Doesn’t feel so good when you just stop, huh?” I teased, desire coloring my tone.

  The right side of his mouth pulled up just a bit into a slight smile.

  “You want to play games?” he asked trying to slide into me, but I squeezed my thighs together preventing full entry. The torn skin around my opening burned.

  Suddenly, he pulled completely out, flipped me over to my belly, smacked my ass and buried himself in me from behind.

  “Jenner!” I shouted as he robbed me of breath. There was no possible way he could have known how much that would have hurt someone who’d never had sex. John Mellencamp’s Hurt so Good screamed in my head.

  Jenner’s voice was right next to my ear. “Yes, Lucy?” he asked in a rough whisper, once again finding a very satisfying pace.

  I simply shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts. This man was perfect. I had no words.

  “I’m going to come, Lucy. I’m going to use this beautiful, fucking body to do it. Do you understand?”

  I nodded. Barely. But it was a nod, nonetheless. This wasn’t just losing my virginity. More like a homerun into womanhood. A blessing and a curse.

  “Tell me you want that, Lucy.”

  His thrusts, more powerful than before, were coming quicker. I welcomed every inch of him but knew soreness would be evident tomorrow. I worried about blood tonight. My opening burned where the tender, mistreated skin had torn.

  “I don’t hear you telling me…”r />
  I smiled into the mattress. All I could think was: that’s because you’re drilling me!

  “Yes,” I finally said not even sure what I was saying yes to.

  “Yes, what?”

  Excellent question.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. I could barely remember my name.

  He chuckled, slowing his pace.

  “Lucy, my sweet.”

  I smiled at his condescending tone.

  “Tell me that you want me to come.”

  “Oh, God, yes. Please. Please.”

  The places he touched inside of me…not just physically but emotionally…mentally. He kept me on my toes—the same toes that curled in anticipation of his thrusts.

  Our bodies made the sweetest sounds as they slapped together.

  “Christ, Lucy,” he gritted as his hands tightened on my hips before he buried himself deep inside of me. I yelped. Literally yelped like a wounded dog. My body was stretched beyond capacity as I felt him pulse inside of me. Soft, baritone groans sang out into the room as his body collapsed onto mine. Feeling the weight of his body on me was heavy but heavenly.

  The sliver of sunlight seeping through the curtain was a sign that our time was running out. Our life-line waning. For a second, I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Her perfect life existed inside that hotel room with Richard Gere. The outside world wasn’t in the cards for us. Reality sometimes sucked.

  Following a long stretch of silence, a few soft kisses, and getting dressed, we met at the door. My body and mind spent, the sadness held tight to me.

  “Well,” he started.

  “Jenner,” I giggled, but it was a nervous giggle. “I promise I won’t make this more difficult than what it should be. Thank you. Thank you for being that guy.”

  “The pleasure was mine.”

  “I’m serious. So many things I did shouted ‘psycho’. Asking if you were gay. The Welcome to the Jungle comment. Asking you to have sex with me.”

  “That last one was my favorite.” His eyes twinkled. “I never thought you were a psycho. Adorable. Drunk. Sexy. But not psycho.”

  I leaned up on my toes and softly pecked his lips. “Thank you.”

  When I turned to leave, he wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and yanked me back. There’s that moment before a kiss happens where the anticipation hangs between you. His glance moved from my eyes to my lips, and then suddenly, his mouth covered mine in a kiss. Our first kiss really. A soft, memorable kiss. And just when I thought he was done, his tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine. I wondered if he knew this was only making it harder to say goodbye. I wished it were the beginning, not the end.

  No girl wanted to hear ‘thanks for the fuck, now goodbye.’ But damn, a goodbye like this should end up with at the very least an ‘I’ll call you later.’ Yet when the kiss drew to an end, our words fell short. Silence once again.

  “Goodbye, Richard.”

  “So long, Monica.”

  When I turned away, he wore that shitty little grin that I’d fallen in love with in the matter of 24 hours.

  I waited, breath held, to see if he stopped the elevator. Stopped me from leaving. But, the doors closed and the elevator chimed with each floor that passed. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it from my purse.

  I hadn’t put Jenner’s name in my phone, but I recognized the number immediately. I couldn’t open it fast enough. I wondered if this was the text I asked for.

  Remember out in the middle of the ocean when Wilson got away from Tom Hanks in Castaway and Tom cried out as the ball floated farther and farther away?

  I smiled and typed back.

  Yes…

  Yep. Me too.

  I stared at the words on the screen unsure how to take them.

  Am I the volleyball in this scenario?

  The elevator dinged, and I stepped out, still staring at my phone. I’m sure everyone in the lobby saw that I had that freshly fucked look about me, but I couldn’t have cared less. Finally, my phone vibrated.

  Yes ma’am.

  I squealed. Literally squealed. Yelping and squealing all within the same hour. What was happening to me? I inhaled, trying to gather my thoughts, then finally sent back:

  Tom was never the same without Wilson. Maybe you shouldn’t let the volleyball get away…

  Four hours later, I still clutched my phone as I got my clothes out for the workday tomorrow, still waiting for a response. Nothing came.

  Chapter 3

  PRO SE

  LUCY

  My nerves sent my stomach into my throat as I stepped foot in the courtroom. This was my third day of work and my fourth day of not hearing from Jenner. Every night I’d laid in bed thinking about our time together. How good being with him felt. And, it wasn’t just the sex. Our conversations…our laughter…our teasing—all of it.

  Even though the past four days my body had spent healing from being torn apart by Jenner, my body needed him or maybe it just craved sex in general. But I didn’t think so. I couldn’t imagine sex with anyone but him. But, I couldn’t think about that right now. Right now, I had to focus. Today was my debut—my solo flight. I’d been in a courtroom a hundred times as an intern but this time, I was officially acting as prosecutor. The navigator of the case. Inhaling the deepest of breaths, I sat at the State’s table and organized the folders and papers in the way that I would need them. Child in need of care wasn’t where any attorney really wanted to work, but I did. I’d become an attorney for exactly this. Working for the New York County DA was a great start.

  The file was small for the temporary custody hearing and was literally thrown at me after lunch. I’d done one of my internships in child in need of care court in a different county, therefore I felt pretty confident. The guardian ad litem came in and sat next to me.

  “Hey, Deb.”

  “Hey. How’s it going, Lucy?’

  “Flying solo on day three. I’m a bit nervous.”

  “First appearance in front of Judge Weber?”

  I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “You ever met him?”

  “Nope. This is my first appearance.”

  “Well, get ready to have your breath taken away. He sexy as fuck but don’t hold your breath. He doesn’t consort or fraternize with us common folk. His father is a supreme. He’s better than us and lets you know it.”

  “A supreme? Like state supreme?”

  “All rise.”

  The moment the words were spoken, my heart began to beat out of my chest, but it wasn’t until Jenner strolled through the chamber door in a pressed black robe that I felt faint. Literally faint; my head swam.

  No. No. No. No. This wasn’t happening. Jenner Weber? Judge Jenner Weber? The Honorable Jenner Weber? Dear God. Indiana Jones—virginity nabber.

  “Thank you. You may be seated,” he announced and I sat or collapsed.

  He hadn’t seen me yet. I watched waiting for his eyes to land on me. My heart beat like the rattle of a snake. The folder he reviewed had to be the case we were here for.

  “The court calls the case 17JC2091. May I have the appearances please?”

  There it was. His eyes lifted to meet mine. A brief moment of hesitation. The last time his eyes were on me, his dick was inside of me. Ok…not quite, but close.

  I stood, my knees trembling. “May it please the court, Lucy Edwards appearing for the State.” I had no idea how those words came out.

  His serious eyes shifted from me to the guardian ad litem with almost no appearance of recognition. It required effort to listen to her words. Then it was my turn again.

  Jenner roughly cleared his throat. “Ms. Edwards, State’s position?”

  Wobbly knees and all, I got to my feet again. “Yes, Your Honor. Um. Based off the state’s petition, we are requesting the newborn respondent be placed in the custody of the Department of Children and Families. Yesterday, the newborn tested positive for opiates and heroin, after delivery. The baby remains in the neonatal
unit suffering from withdrawals. The mother, Heather Cook, admitted to using prior to going to the hospital to give birth. Clearly, Your Honor, the health, safety and welfare of this child are at risk. The State is requesting the child remain at the hospital in the temporary custody of the agency. Thank you.”

  “Ms. Scheels?”

  “Thank you, Judge. I concur with the state and would ask for a no-contact order with parents unless DCF can secure supervised visits at the hospital.”

  Damn it. I should have thought of that. Jenner wrote something down and then his eyes moved to the parent’s attorney.

  “Mr. Gibson?”

  “Your Honor. Parents are not objecting to custody. However, they are opposed to supervised visits. They have not shown any indication of fleeing with the baby or any indication of putting the child at risk.”

  I shot up out of my chair. “We object, Your Honor. They haven’t put the baby at risk? The mother used heroin prior to birth, drugging herself and her baby with a highly addictive drug. The baby is in the neonatal intensive care unit, Judge. The State would be opposed. If the parents can provide a negative urinalysis prior to the visit, then we would not be opposed.”

  Jenner’s eyes bore into me, then quickly flitted back to the bench at the papers before him. As much as I should have been thinking about that baby, the only thing on my mind was the shock in my heart and the heat between my legs. So many things flashed through my mind. He knew my name. I knew his.

  “Based on probable cause, the court is ruling in favor of the State. The child will immediately go into police-protective custody until DCF can get workers assigned. I’m ordering UA’s on the parents to begin prior to any supervised visit. This matter will be set for pre-trial on the next docket September 17. All parties are ordered to reappear. Is there anything further to come before the court at this time?”