Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
Justice takes the call, but this time he doesn’t walk away. He’s smiling into the phone, his hand stroking down my hair as he talks.
“Yeah, we’ll come,” he says, his gaze meeting mine. “She’s going to love it.”
My brows go up, but he shakes his head, mouthing, “surprise.”
A distant siren catches our attention and Justice tells his boss, “Sheriff, feds, and ambulance are coming. We’ll be at the airport in an hour.”
Airport? Now I’m really curious.
An hour later we’re in Spence’s truck, the stolen van left behind with the federal agents who were overjoyed to finally have the infamous Wraith in custody.
“He’s gonna feel that for a while,” Spence remarks as he pulls onto the secluded gravel road, taking us away from the cabin.
“Good,” grumbles Justice as his fingers stroke mine.
He refused to sit up front even though Spence gave him shit about not being a chauffeur.
“No sex in the back seat!” He gives Justice a glare in the rearview.
“Already done that,” I say, a grin curling my mouth.
“God almighty, I never imagined a woman who’s got as many one-liners as you, JT.”
“Neither did I,” Justice murmurs as he turns my face toward his.
His eyes are so warm and happy tonight, it tightens a knot around my heart. I’ve never seen him like this.
With a sigh, he lowers his mouth, taking mine in a slow pull, parting my lips with his tongue.
Gently, he slides his fingers into my hair, groaning into the kiss.
It’s over.
All the bad.
Now we get to have our good.
He pulls me tighter to his chest, tasting me, slipping his tongue along mine, a deep rumble moving through him.
The world outside blurs away until I push him back. “I need air, mister.”
He’s grinning as he drops his head back against the headrest. “I don’t need air if I’ve got you.”
This sits on my chest.
A heavy, delicious weight.
I’m in love.
With an incredible man.
“You never said where we’re going,” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder, placing my hand over his heart. “Not that it matters. I’ll go anywhere you go.”
His inhale is rocky. When he brushes his lips over the crown of my head, he whispers, “Thank you, universe.”
I fall asleep there. Warm. Safe. Happier than I ever remember being.
When I wake, we’ve stopped moving. It’s dark outside and disorienting. Justice eases me off his shoulder. “I’ll be back. Spence is keeping guard.”
“Where are you—”
He gives me a fast kiss. “You’ll see later.”
I doze more, curled on the seat under a thick wool blanket that Spence had in his truck. My body is lead. My brain a happy, but very foggy mess.
When the door opens, a rush of cold air startles me awake, but soon I’m bundled into Justice’s arms and we’re driving off into the night again.
The next time I wake up, Justice is carrying me up a set of metal stairs onto an airplane.
“Whoa. Is this a private plane?” I ask around a yawn.
“Agile owns a couple.”
Spence whistles. “Wow. This company’s got some serious chops.”
Justice settles me into a seat, buckling me in.
“That’s plenty tight,” I tease when he goes crazy with the seat belt.
When he sits down, I buckle him up. “There, just wanted to make your seat belt as secure as mine.”
His eyebrows rocket up when I accidentally brush his bulge.
“Oops.”
He gives me a molten look. “There’s a bedroom on this plane…”
“Which I’m calling dibs on,” Spence says, busting it down the aisle to the room at the rear of the plane.
Justice grumbles, but leans his seat back. “Jerk. But truthfully I get a little airsick when I lay down while flying. I’d endure and go kick his ass out if you want me to though.”
“Oh, no, this is just fine.”
Hm. I look around. No one else on the flight.
“So…” I ask, “Will the flight crew stay up front?”
“Once we’re in the air, why?”
The blush starts at my collar and swiftly moves up my neck.
“I was just thinking maybe I could… take care of you. With… you know, my mouth.”
I whisper the last word.
Mercy. I’m not sure who I am these days. The old Rosalie would have died before saying that. But everything about doing this with Justice feels good.
His eyes widen as those dark brown eyes become almost totally pupil. “Seriously?” he half-wheezes.
“Yeah,” I whisper, my smile refusing to stay hidden.
We take off quickly after a short visit from the pilot, also employed by Agile, and a beautiful woman at that. She gave me a wink and said, “You two have a good flight.”
Oh, that’s my plan. But Justice refuses to let me take my seat belt off—typical protector mode.
He shudders when I glide my fingertips over the gigantic rod that’s formed in his pants.
“It won’t take long when you put those beautiful lips on my cock,” his words are a raspy whisper.
“I have a confession to make.”
“You’ve never done this before?” He strokes my hair back, a soft grin reaching his eyes.
Lowering his zipper, I blink when his engorged erection jumps out. My breathing accelerates instantly. “How did you know?”
“I just had a feeling, the blush helped prove my hypothesis.”
Hypothesis… My heart thumps happily, even though I now feel a little self-conscious.
“Are you disappointed?”
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m thrilled. I love knowing that I’m the lucky guy.”
My entire body heats, pleasure expanding my heart.
“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” I whisper as I lean over to graze my lips over the crown. Dying to taste him.
“It’s going to be—,” his words catch, “amazing.”
I take him into my mouth, gliding my tongue over the smooth crown, tasting the salty tang, sliding my tongue down his shaft.
My thighs clench without my permission, wet heat gliding down my throbbing sex.
His hand finds my butt, gripping possessively, as I take him deeper. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” he groans.
Oh my. I didn’t know how hot this was. Or how aroused I would be.
I’m burning up, my pussy clenching, desperately empty.
Justice’s roving hand doesn’t help. Especially when he finds the snap on my pants.
Slipping inside the waist, he angles his hand until he finds my clit with a calloused finger.
“That better?” he rasps, and I nod, bobbing my head on his cock, working to take his enormous length into my mouth, my throat. Gagging a little.
I’m already seeing stars and he just started touching me.
Panting, I struggle to keep my pace as he rubs magical circles against my clit, his finger slipping around in my wetness.
A moan escapes me, and he twists below me, clenching his abs. “God. Just like that, moan again,” he orders.
Letting go of my hesitation, I moan louder. Feeling the vibration in my entire body.
The sensation drives me closer to the sharp edge of release.
He’s getting close too. Knuckles popping, he clenches the armrest with his free hand, his breath growing ragged as if he’s sprinting. “Yes. Yes.”
Thrilled pleasure makes me dizzy. I’m making him feel so good that he’s twisting and panting. It’s invigorating.
I love touching him like this.
“Come with me,” he commands.
My clit throbs in response to his hoarse words, making me grind against his hand as his column starts to pulse in my mouth.
He shudders, clenching the seat, the leather creaking under his hand.
Each stroke of my tongue and suck with my lips making his body tighten more and more.
His cock is turgid, hot. Veins throb against my hand, where I’m wrapped around the impossibly thick stalk of his cock.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
My vision blurs, the clawing weight in my core building and building. “Me too,” I whisper raggedly, before taking his head deep into my mouth again.
“I’m going to—” he jolts, his legs shooting forward, boot kicking the table leg, a thick groan catching in his chest.
It happens all at once, my orgasm rolling through me as he releases his burst of come.
Shaking, I swallow the salty release, his fingers gripping my pussy hard as I make a keening sound against him.
“God. God, baby,” he pants as I finish taking the full load of hot spurting semen down my throat.
Only letting myself surface up for air when he’s finished climaxing.
Collapsing onto his chest, my hand stays locked around his still pulsing base. I’m tingling from head to toe. My pussy the origin point of a million volts of zinging electricity.
“This is what one of those downed electrical wires feels like,” I rasp.
He chuckles. Or maybe I do. I’m not totally sure who laughs first, but we both do. Until we make so much noise a voice comes over the speakers in the ceiling.
“Is everything okay back there?”