Jensen:: A Military Bad Boy Romance (The Bradford Brothers Book 1) (17 page)

“I really am sorry I misjudged you completely,” he whispers into my ear.

“To be fair, you judged me correctly for part of it. You just also… inspired me to change.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It must be. It must mean I want to date you.”

He pauses, his breath panting faintly near my ear.

“Don’t you want to date me?”

I feel rather pathetic, having put it all out there like that and not having gotten anything back in return.

“No. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“I thought you didn’t have girlfriends.”

“You’re right. I
didn’t
have girlfriends. But there’s a first time for everything, Miss Full- Time Veterans’ Legal Alliance lawyer.”

I laugh as he kisses my neck and squeezes my ass harder.

“Which way to the bedroom?”

“It’s upstairs,” I say with a frown.

He begins walking to the stairs, carrying me and still kissing me along the way.

I’m really heavy
, I want to say, but as he easily takes the first stair and then the second, I change my mind and say “You’re really strong,” instead.

“So say the men I carried out of caves and rescued off of mountains,” he says.

I laugh and he adds, “Not to brag or anything….”

He’s not even winded when we get to the top. He turns me around and lays me down on my bed, with my legs still wrapped around him.

“What a sexy outfit you wore to greet me at your front door in,” he says, as he peels off my hoodie.

“I had no idea you were coming,” I protest.

“But you’re sure glad I did.”

“Ha,” I say, as he pulls my tank top over my head and then expertly unsnaps my bra. “That’s true.” I reach my head up to kiss his amazing lips.

“Wait, what is this?” he asks, playfully pulling away. “No backing away anymore? What happened to sexual relationships with your clients being prohibited?”

“Loophole,” I say, pulling him closer to me once again. “I’m not your lawyer. You fired me, remember?”

“But I need you to be my lawyer again.”

He looks down at me, genuinely upset. It’s touching that he wants me to represent him, but I still can’t help but laugh.

“You’re in luck. A lawyer is allowed to represent a client if there’s a pre- existing sexual relationship, but she’s not allowed to become sexually involved with a client during the course of her representation if no such relationship existed before.”

“Huh?” he says, as he lightly kisses my neck. “Break that down into layman’s terms for your non- lawyer boyfriend, while he kisses your sexy neck.”

“If you’re already my boyfriend and you need my legal services, there’s nothing preventing me from representing you. But if you just walk in off the street— or walk up to me in jail— and hire me as your lawyer and then we begin a relationship, that’s bad.”

“I get it. So we have to have sex before I re- hire you.”

His tongue traces a bee line down my neck and I arch my back, craving more. I want to keep feeling him all over me, and inside me.

“Uh huh.”

“And I have to ask you to be my girlfriend before I re-hire you.”

“I think you already did that.” I laugh.

“Not genuinely enough,” he says, as he stops kissing me and looks into my eyes. “Riley Morrell, I love you and would love nothing better than for you to be my girlfriend. Will you please allow me the privilege of being your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” I say, as his tongue plunges into my mouth. And I have never meant anything so sincerely.

“Good, so we’ve squared everything away to the point where it’s okay for me to do this,” he says, as he gently caresses my nipples with both hands while kissing me.

“Definitely,” I say, my tongue becoming willingly trapped up with his.

“And this.”

He rubs my nipples in between his fingers, causing them to stand up straight and erect. I can tell that the same thing is happening to him in between his legs, as he grinds on me excitedly.

Then he lowers his mouth and sucks on one of my nipples while continuing to rub the other one. I moan and bring my pelvis up to meet his. I hold onto his hair while he rides me.

“Oh Jensen, that feels so good.”

He lifts himself slightly off of me and then removes my pants and panties. He takes in my entire body, up and down, with his eyes, and smiles at me in a dazed state. With one hand he grabs my breast and with the other he traces a finger up and down the outer lip of my most intimate area.

“Riley, I’ve thought you were so beautiful from the moment I first saw you.”

He reaches inside me and teases me by inserting a finger gently yet firmly.

“I want you so bad,” I tell him.

Take me now. Please.

He removes his pants as I reach into the dresser drawer for a condom, in a stack that had been intended for Brian and me but that rarely got used. Before he slips it on I get my first glimpse of his large penis.

“It’s perfect,” I say, reaching out to stroke it.

“It needs to be inside you,” he says, and wastes no time placing it at the entrance of my womanhood after putting on the condom.

Bending over again, he kisses me passionately while entering me. It feels like nothing has ever felt before. I had no idea sex could feel so good. He holds my legs up around his waist while he thrusts himself in and out of me.

Sometimes his hands travel over my hips and thighs, pausing to grasp my ass while he pumps deeper and deeper. When he reaches down to play with my wet, aroused nub, I just can’t help it anymore.

“You’re going to make me come,” I whisper, as he glides in and out of me with perfect rhythm.

“I want to make you feel so good, now and forever,” he says, as my moans get louder. I’m embarrassed, but he stops kissing me and says, “I love the way you sound.”

“Jensen. Jensen. Jensen.”

I say his name over and over as the cascade of heat and electricity rushes through me.

I can feel him throbbing and pulsing and then he grunts and pants. “Riley. I’m coming. You feel so amazing.”

He collapses next to me on the bed, with his arm around me, both of us a heaving mess.

“That was everything I imagine it would be, and more,” he says, looking deep into my eyes and then kissing me.

“I love you.”

I realize I hadn’t said it when he had said it to me, and right now it feels like a pressing need inside me: to return the three words that are so short yet so powerful.

“So will you let me hire you as my lawyer, Girlfriend Riley?” he asks, reaching out to playfully squeeze my ass.

“Of course. It will be my pleasure to defeat the bogus charges against you.”

“Then you’re officially retained,” he says with a wink.

This is going to be my favorite trial ever.

Chapter 22

The day of my trial, I’m nervous. I know I have a good attorney— the best I could ask for, and it also helps that I have her in bed as well as in the courtroom— but, as she’s reminded me too many times in the past, everything at trial is unpredictable.

Both attorneys introduce themselves and the judge nods a greeting to them. Riley told me that at a pre-trial conference in chambers before the trial started, the judge had noted his surprise that she was back on my case. But she said he said it in a way that showed he was happy that she was still representing me.

I try to sit up straight and respectable, knowing that the jury is watching my every move. I listen to the prosecutor’s ridiculous opening statement: “This man may be a veteran but that shouldn’t stop justice from prevailing. He must be punished for the crime that he committed.”

And then I listen to Riley’s amazing opening statement— “Jensen Bradford is a decorated war hero who was merely defending and protecting his mother at the time this incident occurred.”

The scumbag boyfriend of my mother’s gets up on the stand and gives a sad sob story about how I repeatedly beat him to a pulp.
You’re lucky you’re still alive, you douchebag
, I think, as I try to look at him neutrally for the jury instead of with all the hate I actually feel towards him.

And then the State rests its case and Riley says, “I would like to call to the stand the defense’s first witness, Bobbie Jean Bradford.”

I whirl around in my seat, watching in shock as my mother enters the courtroom. I exchange glances with my equally bewildered brothers who are in the gallery, and then look up at Riley in confusion.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she would be testifying,” she whispers. “But she wasn’t exactly… committed… and I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it turned out that she couldn’t make it.”

I can’t believe my mother is here, taking my side over one of her many no- good- loser boyfriends. And I can’t believe Riley was able to make it happen. I smile up at her in appreciation.

But at the same time, I’m also nervous about what my mother is going to say. She’s not exactly the most reliable witness, and I don’t know if Riley knows what she’s in for.

“Ms. Bradford, how do you know the defendant, Jensen Bradford?” Riley begins.

“He’s my son. My middle son, out of three boys.”

“And what happened on the day in question?”

“Bill Warner was over at my house and he was drinking and got mad at me for no reason. He began hitting me and pounding my head into the wall. I felt as if I was going to die. I could feel my life closing in on me and I even began to feel myself ascend into Heaven…”

Oh, Mom, you always did have a flair for the dramatic
, I think, as Riley reigns her in with the next question.

“And just to be clear, Mr. Bill Warner is the alleged victim in this case?”

“He is,” says my mom. “Although he most definitely is not any victim.
I’m
the victim here. And my son Jensen, for being forced to defend these trumped- up charges just for defending me…”

“And then what happened, Ms. Bradford?” Riley expertly cuts her short again.

“My son Jensen saved my life. He pushed Bill off of me. But Bill just kept swinging. He was too drunk and belligerent to have any sense left in his noggin. He was still hitting me and also hitting my poor boy who was doing nothing but trying to help me. So Jensen had to hit him back.”

“Thank you, Ms. Bradford.”

“My son hit Bill so hard that he was knocked out. Because my son never misses a punch. He’s defended our country and now he defended me.”

Gee, thanks Mom, for that unnecessary and likely harmful information
.

“I have no more questions for this witness,” Riley hurriedly tells the judge.

“I do,” says the prosecutor.

Great
.

“Go ahead, ADA Stemple,” the judge motions his forward.

“Ms. Bradford, how would you characterize your son’s personality?”

“Objection!” Riley leaps up. “Outside the scope of my original questioning.”

“Goes to character,” says ADA Stemple, but rather weakly, as if he knows he’s lost the fight but has to say something.

“Sustained,” says the judge.

“Would you say he has a temper? That he’s quick to anger? Easily triggered?”

“Objection!” Riley shouts. “Badgering the witness. And Your Honor has already prohibited this line of questioning.”

“Sustained,” says the judge, and glares at the prosecutor. “ADA Stemple, please limit your questions to those that Ms. Riley asked this witness about previously. I will not give you any more leeway.”

I can see the beginnings of a victorious smile start to spread across Riley’s face, but she quickly suppresses it.
Damn, she’s good
. I just want to victory- fuck her, right here and now.

“My son has a great personality,” my mom says, with a smile.

Although my mom and I have never had a great relationship, to put it mildly, I can’t help but feel touched that she’s jumping to my rescue like this. Even if, in typical Mom- style, she’s not exactly cooperating with the way that things are supposed to go, she showed up for me, and she’s speaking up for me. That’s more than she used to do.