Don't Judge (Nothing Special, #4)

by A.E. Via

“Hey!” Day snapped. “Now I draw the fuckin’ line when you start talking about Oprah!”

his eyes heavy, still glued to his laptop as he watched his favorite bear fuck a huge leather daddy.

“You are the most impatient fucker.” “Yeah. So is your wife.”

He’d be damned if he’d let this big leather bear intimidate him;

He smelled like something he wanted to rut against and come hard on.

He chanced a look at Michaels and was shocked to see him slouched and confident riding with him. He had a dark pair of aviator shades on, staring out the window with one hand propped on the door. It was almost as if he didn’t know he was hot. And damnit if that wasn’t sexy in itself.

I can’t wait to fuck you until that sarcasm turns into begging.

Detective Michaels would be sent back to his office with his suspect but also thoroughly fucked.

“Judge. Make me come,”

Michaels’ handsome face as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. He’d put that look there. Why did he want to climb into bed next to him? Lay with him… hold him. Judge didn’t do romance.

“Until tomorrow, wild one,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.

Judge watched Michaels hold his dad’s hand like he was special. Saw him look him in his eyes and wish him well. It was probably safe to say that Michaels wouldn’t see his father alive again. Judge had a feeling Michaels knew it too, the way he quietly spoke his father’s disease into the air. Somehow Michaels had said goodbye to his father without making it sound hurtful or morbid and he appreciated it more than he could voice.

The dark, neatly trimmed mustache that framed those plump light-colored lips called to him.

If Judge thought he was giving him that much damn power, he was grossly mistaken. Yeah, he was bottoming for him, but he was one bossy-ass bottom.

He’d do anything to breed that stubborn ass right now. Fill it with his seed; make him wear it all night.

“What the hell is obvious about a happy gay couple walking their big-ass dog in the evening?” Judge’s head jerked back in surprise. “We’re not a couple.” “And I damn sure ain’t happy, but I can act like it. So can you.”

“You taste so good,” he moaned,

“Suck it, Judge. It’ll taste good. I promise you.”

Could he kiss those stunningly soft-looking lips and not lose his mind… or worse… his heart?

“I find gray extremely sexy on a man.”

Michaels and Judge… hmmmm… Austin and Judge… Judge and Austin. Well damn. Next thing Michaels knew he’d be doodling on the jacket of his romance novel,

“You wanna be my lover, Austin?”

“I can’t help it. You taste so good.” Judge cupped his hands under Michaels’ ass and used it to push his dick deep down his throat.

“Tonight, I’ll watch you while you come undone. Tonight, you’ll see exactly what you do to me.”

“You do feel good, Austin. So much fuckin’ better than good.”

“Just like that.” Judge panted against his throat. “Need to be as deep inside you as I can.

He looked back into Judge’s eyes, trying to show Judge without telling him that he wanted him for more than just one more night. He wanted to get to know him, he wanted to make him smile and laugh again, wanted to go see action movies and shoot pool and eat unlimited wings like God and Day did every Saturday night. Fuck. He wanted to cook dinner for him, and go for long walks with Bookem. He wanted to curl up on the couch and read to him, laughing as he tortured him with his tawdry romance novels. Wanted to take long weekends at his family’s summer cabin and fish, and fuck until they were exhausted. Could Judge see all that clearly playing out in his eyes?

Roared and came deep inside him, that goddamn latex stingily stealing what Michaels considered his.

“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Day asked quietly, moving closer.

Since I fell in love and was too stupid to notice before I threw it away.

“I oughta kick you in your ass and give you brain damage,” Day said, by way of greeting.

“Like… did you just say like? Judge you are way beyond me not liking you. You’re not even standing close to the word like. You’re standing two blocks from the corner of despise and hate.”

“Honey. I’ve never apologized to anyone. I’ve never begged for anything a day in my life.”

“But I’m here begging you for your forgiveness. Wanting another chance. Even if you say no right now, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll ask tomorrow and the next day and the next, until you tell me you want me, too.” Judge put one large hand on Michaels’ waist and applied just the right amount of pressure to make Michaels fall back into his embrace. “I love you Austin, and I’m not gonna stop begging until you tell me you love me too.”

“God, you’re beautiful. What the fuck was I thinking?”

“Fuckin’ love it when you cry for me like that.”