Chapter Seven
Justice was in the shower when Jagger finally made his way back into the bedroom.
She knew that he was going to be pissed that she unlocked the bedroom door and peeked out to make sure he was okay, but it was so quiet she worried he was hurt, or worse.
So, she grabbed the lamp off the night table and made her way out of the room, ready to clobber anyone who crossed her path.
Justice made it to the kitchen before seeing Jagger and Dean deep in a discussion that she was sure involved her father, and she decided to take a shower and get dressed.
She honestly wasn’t sure what she was thinking of jumping into bed with Jagger.
Being with him, having him touch her and kiss her everywhere, made her half-crazy with lust. She wanted more with him, but she wasn’t sure if he felt the same.
Maybe he would change his mind after talking to Dean, and he wouldn’t want anything else to do with her.
Hell, he held all the cards and could easily take her truck keys back from her.
Jagger could change his mind and turn her over, and she would be right back where she started.
Justice turned on the hot water and stepped under the spray, letting the heat soothe her aching muscles.
Her head still hurt a little from where she had hit it on the road, and she had more bruises than she cared to count.
She couldn’t control the sob that escaped her chest as she thought about everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours.
Just yesterday, she was at work and playing with Sadie, talking about Sunny’s new baby boy.
God, if she missed the baby being born, she would never forgive herself.
She was feeling a little homesick and wished there was a way to get them all a message that she was safe—for now.
But she worried that sending any message to them would only put all her friends in danger.
“I take it you saw that Dean was here.” Jagger startled her.
“Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to frighten you.
I noticed that the door was unlocked, so I gather that you saw Dean.
” She nodded, trying to cover her body by wrapping her arms around herself.
Jagger growled in frustration, and she knew he was pissed off that she disobeyed his earlier command.
Jagger quickly stripped and stepped into the big glass-enclosed shower, pulling her through the spray into his body.
She didn’t want to face him—didn’t want to see the anger or disappointment in his handsome face.
He tried to turn her in his arms, and she couldn’t muster the strength to fight him, spinning around to face him.
“Look at me, Justice,” he ordered. She wanted to, really she did, but she was afraid of what she would see in his eyes.
She peeped one eye open, and Jagger laughed at her.
She chanced her other eye open and saw his gorgeous face smiling back at her.
Jagger just about took her breath away. “Good girl,” he praised, and oddly enough, she liked hearing those words from him.
Usually, she wasn’t one to follow anyone’s orders, but hearing his praise made her happy, and that confused her even more.
“Don’t hide from me, honey. I want to see you—all of you.
” Justice must have looked as confused as she felt, and Jagger was finding the whole scene funny.
“I don’t understand what you mean. I was just taking a shower.
I wasn’t hiding from you, and I wasn’t trying to spy on you.
It was too quiet, and I was worried something had happened to you.
” She whispered that last part, almost not wanting to admit that she felt anything for him.
It was silly that yesterday Jagger was a stranger and today she was worried about him. Jagger shook his head at her.
“I’m not mad that you came to look for me, although if it had been one of your father’s guys on the front porch and not Dean, I’d be pissed that you didn’t follow my orders.
I want to keep you safe, and I can’t do that if you disobey me at every turn, Justice.
” She nodded, knowing he was right. If it were one of her father’s guys outside their door, things would have ended very differently for them both.
“I’m sorry, Jag. I just worried that you needed my help.
” He laughed, and a part of her wanted to laugh at herself.
The idea of her being able to take out one of her father’s men was hilarious.
“Honey, I don’t think you understand just how capable I am.
The government made me into a machine for their purposes.
I’ve been trained to combat any situation, and I can fly almost anything.
I’m pretty sure I can handle myself if some of your father’s goons show up here.
What I can’t do is protect you if you refuse to do as I say.
” Jagger ran his hands through her wet hair and grabbed the shampoo to work it through.
They stood like that, him massaging her scalp and watching her as if he was trying to see into her soul—yet she couldn’t look away.
“I’ll do better,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself.
“See, that is why I’m pissed,” Jagger barked.
“You’re hiding from me again. If this is going to work, I need you to stop putting up your walls every time you don’t like what I’m saying.
Fuck, Justice. Disagree with me, fight with me, but don’t hide from me.
” Justice lowered her arms as if accepting his challenge.
She was never one to cower or hide from anyone or anything.
He was right—if they were going to survive whatever her father planned for them, they were going to have to be a team.
And from the conversation that he and Dean just had, Jagger hopefully knew exactly what was heading their way.
“Fine.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, allowing him to finish washing her hair. “No more hiding.” Jagger held her head in his big hands and bent to give her a quick kiss.
“Thank you, baby. Now, rinse.” He backed her into the hot spray of water and ran his hands through her hair, rinsing all the shampoo out.
“In the spirit of no more hiding from each other, how about you tell me why Dean was here?” Jagger sighed, and she knew he was stalling. She braced herself for the bad news.
“Your father has everyone out looking for us. Our little phone call this morning did nothing to appease him. He doesn’t trust me, and he’s put a bounty on both of our heads—a hefty one.
” Justice gasped. If her father was willing to throw around his money, there would be no stopping him from getting to them.
“Jagger!” Her shaky hand covered her mouth, trying to stop the sob that escaped.
“If he wants to get to us, he will. You have to turn me over to him—it’s the only way to keep you safe.
Maybe I can even convince him to let Jules go.
” Jagger pushed her body back against the cold marble wall.
“No fucking way, princess. I won’t let him have you, and I won’t ever let Wolf fucking touch you.
” He dipped his head to kiss her mouth, thrusting his tongue in to find hers.
Nothing about his kiss was gentle. It was so different from earlier, when Jagger treated her like a fragile China doll.
Now, he seemed consumed with passion, setting her on fire with his need.
He pulled away from her, leaving them both breathless.
“If I go now, it will be best for everyone involved. Wolf will still want me—I’m still a virgin, and you will have kept your end of the bargain with my father.
” Justice knew she sounded crazy, asking Jagger to turn her over to the two men who terrified her most. Just last night, she stood in front of him begging him to just let her go.
Now, she couldn’t imagine any other scenario that would keep him safe other than turning herself in.
“You see, honey, that’s going to be a problem,” Jagger whispered into her ear, kissing his way down her jaw.
He stooped to suck her taught, wet nipple into his mouth, and she moaned at the sensation of his teeth grazing over her sensitive skin.
He reached down, pulled her legs around his body, and cradled her hot, wet pussy against his heavy cock, her back against the shower wall.
“You’re not going to be a virgin. You are going to be mine, and I won’t let anyone else touch what’s mine.
” He thrust his hard cock into her body, filling her.
Justice cried out from the sharp pain that ran through her core.
Jagger rested his forehead against hers, panting for air.
He went completely still inside of her as if giving her time to adjust to having him in her body.
“Jagger,” she whispered. The way he looked at her with so much need and desire nearly did her in.
She never had any man look at her that way, and it was almost too much.
“Move, please,” she whispered. “Make me yours.” Jagger moaned into her mouth, pulling his shaft completely out of her and thrusting back into her wet core over and over.
Justice was pinned against the wall by his muscled body and was completely at his mercy.
She was his. He marked her with every thrust in and out of her body.
“Say that you are mine, Justice,” he panted. “Say that you belong to me.” Jagger pumped in and out of her, pushing her closer to her release. The way he talked to her—demanding not only her body but her words- turned her inside out with need.