Chapter Six
J ustice was still feeling the after-effects of the job a few days later.
Fisher, on the other hand, didn’t seem phased by it, but then again, Fisher hadn’t been in his shoes. When the man of his thoughts came into the bedroom, Justice pulled himself up to rest against the headboard.
The cleaners hadn’t been able to get there before the cops, so that meant Chicago law enforcement was searching for vigilantes. Good damned thing they lived out West and Real, the Genesis commander, would take care of anything that turned the law in their direction. If Genesis couldn’t make that happen, then there was always their boss, the former Secretary of Defense.
Fisher flipped the laptop in his hands around and scrolled through the Erebus job boards.
“Oh, this one looks good.”
“No rest?”
“Old man.”
“I’m thirty-six. You’re not that much younger than I am.” He smacked Fisher on the ass and then wrapped his hand in the man’s thick dark hair. It was so long, it came to Fisher’s ass and Justice fucking loved the way it felt stroking his skin.
“A year is the difference between middle school and high school.” Fisher grinned at him.
“Brat. Where’d you go to school?” Leaning closer, Justice popped a kiss on the man’s smooth cheek.
Fisher spaced out and Justice watched it happen. After a full minute, he caressed the back of Fisher’s neck.
“Hey…”
Fisher blinked and shot him a brief glance. “I forget. Check out this job.” Fisher pointed at the screen.
Justice let it go. No way in hell did he want to stress Fisher out.
It was enough that they were finally together this much.
You’re weak. You always have been.
As a child, Fisher had been told those words on repeat and he still believed them to be true. He had kept up the same mantra in his head growing up.
Don’t move or it will be worse.
The man’s words came like a slithering snake of doom through the darkness and Fisher did what he was told not to do.
He fucking moved.
He never stayed still.
He never just accepted, even when he’d been sold to Solomon, he’d fought with everything he had inside.
Right at that moment, though, he couldn’t figure out how to stop the nightmare from sucking his soul into the dredges of hell or how to stop the thick red oozing from his open mouth.
And the fucked-up part was he knew the blood he was currently choking on was not real.
It wasn’t real!
Knowing that didn’t make a bit of fucking difference because he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs.
“Breathe, Fisher!”
And that voice was definitely not real. How the fuck had Justice climbed into his dreams?
“Fish! Wake up!”
Hard hands shook him and it was the force of that grip that yanked him upright on the bed. Gasping like a dead fish, he tried filling his lungs. It took several terrifying seconds before he wheezed in one agonizing breath.
That gulp of air was immediately followed up by another and he doubled over, sucking and gagging, filling his lungs.
His total focus was on the rich thick carpet beneath his bare feet and he blinked until the blood, pain, and smell of death dissipated.
Justice had already yanked him over to sit on the edge of the bed and Fisher bent over his thighs, gazing at the floor while Justice rubbed one big hand up and down his back.
He was so fucked up.
“Sorry,” he croaked, hoping Justice would let it go.
“Have you talked to anyone about your nightmares?”
Of course, the man had to go there. Justice thought it was his mission in life to dig up shit.
It was pissing him off that Justice felt obligated to interfere in his fucking business.
He shrugged off the man’s touch, but that didn’t stop Justice from moving off the bed and crouching down naked next to him. Warm hands rested on his thighs and Fisher just knew those all-too-seeing blue eyes were on him.
He didn’t look for long though. He was not going to fall into that piercing gaze. If he did, then he’d start feeling all kinds of shit he wasn’t ready for.
The sex was good, but the probing that came with the connection sucked ass.
He’d decided over the past week that he was going to keep things casual between them. Now he just needed to convince Justice.
The fucked-up part was that they were really good when on the road doing jobs. Things stayed light and easy.
Now, Justice had started asking questions about his past. All of them innocent, but the more Justice asked, the more Fisher didn’t want to answer.
Things were quickly going to hell.
He wanted to run, but the hand smoothing down his back kept him still.
Justice used tactics on him that even now sent shivers down his spine.
The bed lay in shambles in the immaculate master bedroom.
Justice’s home was nicer than anything Fisher had ever been inside in his life except for a few. And he’d certainly never before fucked on every surface inside of one like he had.
“It’s nothing.” He wiped at his mouth and kept his eyes averted.
“Hey,” Justice murmured.
Fuck. That voice warmed over him like honey pouring over rocks and his cock twitched. When those rough palms slipped further up his bare thighs, Fisher parted his legs for his surging dick.
They had this at least. If he could get Justice off of the questions and back to business, they’d be golden.
Justice eased open his legs and moved between them and Fisher made a sound in his throat that he wasn’t proud of.
How the hell had he gotten here?
And why this man of all people?
What was so special about the former Special Forces medic that had him breaking all his hard-won rules? Especially the one that kept saying don’t fucking get involved.
He had to draw the line.
But wasn’t Justice different?
A shudder moved up his spine when Justice placed a hand beneath one of his thighs and an arm around his back. In one smooth, powerful motion, he was lifted and settled onto the expensive bedding and Justice was hovering above him.
When Justice aimed his already hard cock at his well-used ass, Fisher moaned and wrapped his arms around the man’s thick neck. Their size difference was great. Justice was built like a tank. It made the sex all the hotter.
For him, the pain and possession kept him from thinking.
That was a big plus.
Justice groaned and shoved farther inside, not bothering to lube up because he was already greased.
“Fuuuuck.” Fisher pressed his head into the bed, his neck arching, hands grasping over rippling shoulders and bulging biceps. With a hitching breath, Fisher took every inch of the man’s long, thick cock.
Impaled was a word he was quickly becoming fond of and when Justice lifted one of his thighs and moved, Fisher held on tight. Pistoned into over and over, his cock stayed leaking between them. When he reached a hand down, Justice grabbed his wrist and pulled it up along with the other and caged them above his head.
Panting, he glared into hunger-filled eyes and when Justice snapped his hips with smooth, controlled thrusts, Fisher gasped, baring his teeth.
Justice caught his mouth in a fiery kiss and Fisher fought the grip at his hands and bit at the man’s lips, needing to touch his engorged cock before he lost his mind.
Justice withdrew almost all the way from his ass and then shoved in with a low, dark chuckle. Fisher bit the man’s lips, drawing blood. Justice pulled his head back and licked the crimson from his bottom lip. With a sexy as all fuck smile, the man released his grip and slipped from him before sitting back on his heels.
“No!” That wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Damn it!
A sound ripped from his throat when he was lifted and brought upright to straddle Justice’s lap, facing the man. Lifted upward, he was lowered and gravity sent that thick, long cock back inside his ass.
Oh, fuck yeah!
His legs were wrapped around Justice’s hips with those wide hands cupping each ass cheek. When his dick rubbed against the man’s eight-pack abs, Fisher moaned. Needing more, he reached down and yanked at his swollen cock.
Justice seemed to realize he was done waiting and with a power that Fisher admitted he craved, he was fucked until he forgot to breathe.
Only this time, he didn’t mind the lack of oxygen at all.
And when Justice emptied his balls into his ass, Fisher let himself go and spurted all over the man’s abs.
Justice felt the bed dip and swiveled his head to watch Fisher slip out of the bed and head to the restroom.
When the shower went on, Justice followed and eased the door open. Fisher stood waiting for the water to warm.
“Need some company?”
With a quick suck of air, Fisher snatched a towel from the wrack and held it up in front of him like a shield.
The whole shielding of his body was surreal.
He’d just gotten done exploring every inch of Fisher’s form in bed, so the shy act took him by surprise.
“No. I don’t want company.”
“Are you sure?” He kept his voice low and soothing. Fisher’s fingers tightened on the towel.
The man had that panther look again, not sure whether to let the human pet him or bite his fucking hand off.
Justice swept his eyes down the towel. He knew what lay beneath. He’d explored all of the scars that littered the slender man’s frame.
Blinking at him with wide eyes, Justice felt his cock go from zero to rock hard in seconds and being naked, he couldn’t hide that fact from Fisher. He took a step closer and Fisher stepped back.
The last thing he wanted was to crowd Fisher, so he smiled and ran one knuckle over the man’s cheek.
Fuck.
With all that long, black hair, creamy skin, and blue eyes, Fisher was a fucking vision.
It took every ounce of willpower Justice had to get the hell out of there.
Sometime after Fisher took a shower and dressed, the man quietly slipped out of his house without a word.
And Justice was left gazing at the closed front door wondering what the hell had happened.
Had it been the nightmare?