Free Judging June (Downtown) by T J West Page A

him say that to me.
    “Oh, yeah I do,” he replies, playfully. “It’s my favorite piece on this body.” We hook fingers over on my thigh.
    I take in a breath. “What made you change your ways? You hated tattoo’s,” I remind him.
    “You,” he quickly responds. “This art is who you are. How can I not appreciate that?” What? I can’t believe my ears. Wow! He has no idea how far I have now fallen.
    “So . . . ,” I slowly start to ask. “ . . . the tattoo’s. . . . .pierci -”
    Phillip lightly jerks my body in order to get my attention. He moves his body onto his side, so now we are facing each other. His hand touches the curve of my waist, braising the skin with his fingers—it tickles.
    His face becomes very serious. “Hear me again. . . . without any of this,” lightly touching my tattoos, “you wouldn’t be you. I love what I see, June. I love it,” he ends on a whisper. Our chests touch as we both move in for a kiss. Mmm, so nice. He kisses oh so good. Rough one minute, soft the next. He’s a man of many talents.
    “Does that mean you’ll want to get one yourself?”
    He throws his head back and laughs. Oh my, I love his laugh! “I wouldn’t go that far.”
    I bite my lip, grazing my finger across his chest. “Oh, I don’t know, I’d think you would look pretty sexy with one . . . right here,” my finger lands near the end of his torso. I look up into his eyes and smile.
    His dark green eyes are in deep thought. What is he thinking? He’s so serious sometimes. “Maybe,” he blurts out, humorously grinning at me again. A tattoo on Phillip . . . God I can just imagine it now. Hot.
    We are quiet for a minute until I decide to bring up the marriage talk. It’s time to get this out of the way. “Hey, we need to talk about this whole marriage thing.”
    I hear him sigh. “I only agreed with your father because—“
    “Because that’s who you are,” I cut in. “Stepping up the responsibility, I get that, but it’s not in my cards right now, Phillip. I want to be in love first.” I’m already there. “I want us to be in love, before we go down that route. Having a baby doesn’t mean having to get married. It wouldn’t be healthy for us, for our baby if we were in a marriage, unhappy. You get me?”
    I can tell he’s thinking, he’s tapping my thigh with his finger. I know he wants to get his way and be all alpha, controlling beast, but he has to understand it’s not going to happen. “I get you. So, no marriage . . . for now,” he promises.
    “Thank you.” I lift up, smile and kiss him. Those lips, I could eat them all day.
    Then out of no where he asks, “Junith, huh?”
    I gasp and smack his arm. “That is a low blow, mister.”
    His hand leads to my butt, squeezing it to bring us even closer to one another, I can feel his dick against me. Nice. “Tell me your full name, ”he chuckles.
    I scoff, “No.”
    “No?” He raises a brow. “Am I going to have to turn you over on my knee in order to get you to tell me?”
    Oh, my God! The devilish alpha is back! “What? Hell no!” I start laughing as I push him away, but he’s way too strong for me. Instead of smacking me on the ass he cages me in and starts to tickle me. I burst into screams and laughter, I cannot breathe. “Okay, okay, fine! Stop tickling me! I’ll tell you!” Still caged in and still trying to get my breath back I tell him my name. “It’s Junith Beatrice.” He stares at me for a second and tries his hardest not to laugh, yet he can’t help himself. He rolls off me and bursts into laughter. I could just kill him! “I knew I shouldn’t have told you, you big jerk!” I smack him again, pouting, yet he continues to laugh. Ugh, madness! Although he does look cute laughing.
    His laughter dies down. “I fucking love it,” he chuckles.
    Still laying on my back, I cross my arms. “It’s a ridiculous name.” It is! I have no idea what my parents were thinking! The only ones who were ever