Chapter 40
FORTY
I didn’t want to wake Justice, but I HAD to go to the bathroom.
And since the cabin is small, there are two options. The hallway bathroom downstairs, or possibly one in Walton’s bedroom.
Pulling on my borrowed clothes, I had tiptoed out, hoping Justice would know I was safe.
But apparently I was wrong.
“Jesus! Cover that shit up.” Walton screws up his face, covering his eyes when Justice bursts into the kitchen.
I double over, holding my stomach, a fit of laughter hitting me. No! My ribs can’t take it.
“I’m glad you think this is funny,” Justice stands there, not even the least bit self-conscious that he’s completely naked.
But why would he be embarrassed?
He’s ripped and well above average in the…um…tool department.
I stand up, letting myself take a look, even though Walton is still grumbling, covering his eyes.
“Hey,” I say, my throat a little rough from all the screaming.
Justice crooks a finger at me. “Next time. You wake me.”
I nod. Pretty sure I’ll do anything he asks.
When I reach his side of the kitchen, I stop just short of touching him. “Did you sleep well?” I ask, quiet and teasing.
“How about you?” He turns the question back on me.
I nod. “I’ve got a little kink in my back.”
Walton groans. “For the love of god. You two. No wonder she’s got a fucking kink in her back. You’d think you were trying to break the house down.”
Justice notches a finger under my chin, lifting until we’re eye-to-eye, close enough for me to see the gold laced through his brown irises.
My heart quakes. The breath catching somewhere around my ovaries.
“Head back upstairs.”
My tongue slips out, coasting over my bruised bottom lip. “Yes, sir.”
He swallows roughly enough for me to hear, and I duck around him, taking the stairs two at a time.
I don’t know what happens downstairs, their voices are too low, but Justice’s footfalls are heavy as he ascends the stairs fast. Maybe three at a time.
He steps into the doorway—naked with his face taut with hunger.
When I lift the T-shirt over my head, his breathing speeds, loud enough for me to note the rate.
Grazing that dark brown, very hungry gaze over me, he says, “We have an hour, tops.”
“Darn. I’m not sure if you can—”
He kicks the door shut, and grabs me before I can finish teasing him. This time he tosses me on the mattress on my back.
“You doubt me?”
It’s a growly tease that sends wild shivers all over me.
I’m grinning at the ceiling, imagining what delicious things he’s going to do to me.
He jerks my pants open, rips them down my legs—panties too—and exhales hard.
“Fuck, angel. You’ve got handprints on you from last night.”
“I know. I like them. They’re yours.”
That freezes him for a beat. Then he seems to break. With rough motions, he shoves my knees apart, moaning hotly. “Is your pussy sore?”
As he traces a finger along my labia, and I stammer, “Do you want me to say yes?”
“I do.” That finger trails lower, and circles its way back up.
My mind is splintering. Already taking me to a new level of pleasure.
“Good, because I am sore,” I whisper, “Deep. All over.”
When I tip my face toward him, he’s fisting that bare cock, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I can’t be taking you like that all the time, sweetheart. I’ll hurt you.”
I’m surprised at the moan that catches in my throat and the way my nipples become absolute rocks.
“I loved it.”
He buries his thumb in my slit. “There aren’t words for how I felt about taking you hard.”
“Can you do it again?”
He strokes his cock again, the head going dark burgundy from the massive amount of blood that’s stretching the crown.
“I will do it again.” He leans over, drawing the edge of his teeth against my nipple.
After laving it with his tongue, he works his way down my body. Licking. Kissing.
“First though, I need a hit of this drug.” He removes his fingers from my core and licks them wickedly, moaning.
I almost come.
When my knees try to draw together from the tension in my core, he pushes them open again. “When we get home to my bed, I’ll tie these up. You won’t be able to close them until I say so.”
What?
I’ve never felt the kind of flame that’s raging in my tummy. “You’ll tie me up?”
“We learn how to use ropes in all kinds of ways in the Teams.”
His eyes smolder when I curl my lips into a smile. “Okay.”
“You like that idea, huh?”
“Mmmm. Hmmm.”
He snags my wrist, causing me to gasp. When his lips find my pulse-point, I let out a lusty whimper.
Then he grabs the other wrist, and I have to shift my hips to deal with the corkscrew of pleasure.
I’m pulsing. Deep in my core.
“This gets you hot, doesn’t it, my bad girl?”
“M-maybe?”
His laugh is dark.
There’s a jangle of metal, his belt buckle. Watching my face the entire time, he binds my wrist above my head.
“You need a safe word,” he says with finality.
Wow.
I seriously blank. My mouth curled on its own in some kind of devilish grin.
“Goddamn, Rosalie. You look at me like that, you’re going to be pregnant for the next ten years.”
Is that what I really want?
Suddenly the vision of a house full of our children is living rent free inside my head.
“Is that a promise?”
He leans over me, dropping the weight of that gigantic erection onto my stomach. “Everything with you is a promise.”
For a long moment we stare at each other. Something is happening here. And it’s very big.
It’s possession. It’s obsession. It’s ancient.
There are flutters in places I’ve never felt before in my chest. My stomach. Deep in my womb.
He’s the first to speak. “I love you. Now pick a word.”
“Love you too,” I rasp, my heart taking over my throat. “Do I really need a safe word?”
“Yeah, you do.”
He licks his lips, the feral energy in his expression intense. “I could get out of hand with a sweet little playground like this.”
Think. Think!
How am I supposed to remember a safe word if I can’t even come up with one?
“Pink!” I blurt because that’s how my face feels.
He chuckles, his eyes locked on my pussy now. “I love that color. Best color in the world.”
If a full body blush is possible, that’s what happens.
Lord, he’s dirty and I’m here for it.
Just days ago, I was slipping on a lab coat, thinking about ordering supplies. Now I’m thinking about keeping this man naked and trying to remember safe words. Heavens, I’m a changed woman.
“You with me?”
He asks, as his cock pulses against my stomach, making my toes curl in anticipation.
“One hundred percent.”
Justice loops the belt around his fist, stretching my arms above my head, making my body arch below his.
Using his other hand, he guides his cock to just the right place—but not until he rubs it up and down over my clit.
“Eyes on me. No talking,” he says, words raw, as he notches the pulsing head of his cock inside me.
I shudder, my mouth hinging open as he fills me with a slow, steady push that stretches me to the limit.
Hooking his arm under one knee, he locks me open wide.
Then he thrusts, his breath catching.
All the veins in his neck stand out as his torso flexes, roughly saying, “Use your safe word, if you need it.”