Chapter Nine
Justice knew what Jagger looked like naked, but every time he took his clothes off, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl.
The tattoos that covered the top half of his body and spilled down his left arm made her want to trace every line with her tongue.
His hard cock called to her, begging her to take him into her mouth, and she couldn’t resist. She sat up, straddling his body with her own, and grabbed onto his shaft, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.
Justice wasn’t sure about anything anymore except how much she wanted Jagger, and she worried that would never change for her.
Living in the present was hard when her future was so muddled, but she wanted everything he was offering her right now. The rest would work itself out.
She leaned down and sucked him into her mouth, and Jagger moaned and thrust himself a little deeper in as if he couldn’t stop his cock from taking over. She liked the way he lost control with her—it was a heady power trip.
“Yes, just like that, honey. Take more of me,” he ordered.
She tried to take him deeper into her throat as he ran his fingers through her hair, tugging lightly.
He took control of her mouth, and she relaxed, letting him use her.
“I’m going to come, honey—you need to stop now.
” There was no way she wanted to stop. She reached around him, firmly planting her hands on his glorious ass, hauling him closer.
She didn’t want to let go, knowing that Jagger was so close; she wanted to give him everything, take everything he was going to give.
He came in hot spurts down her throat, and she swallowed around him, milking his cock.
“Fuck, baby, that was incredible,” he hoarsely praised. She liked hearing the effect that she had on him. He collapsed onto the bed next to her, his chest heaving, trying to get air into his lungs. She snuggled into his body, loving the way they seemed to fit together.
“Was that okay?” she shyly asked.
“Baby, if that was any more okay, I’d be dead right now.” He kissed her forehead, still catching his breath. Justice climbed on top of Jagger’s body and straddled his waist.
“I liked it too,” she said, suddenly feeling shy. He reached up and palmed her breasts, pulling her body down on top of his. He made her feel beautiful and wanted; she would never grow tired of it. Jagger kissed Justice’s mouth as she rubbed her wet folds over his cock.
“You feel so good, Jag,” she whispered against his lips. Jagger’s sexy smile told her that he was going to do something naughty. He sat up and pulled her hot core over his already growing erection, sliding her down to straddle his lap.
“Yes,” she hissed as she rode him, finding a rhythm that had her screaming out her release in just minutes. Jagger rolled her underneath his body, pinning her to the mattress.
“I’m so fucking happy you said yes, Justice.
Thank you for marrying me,” he groaned, thrusting deep into her body once more.
Justice didn’t trust her unruly emotions to answer him.
A part of her wanted to tell him she felt the same way, but she knew that might be a mistake.
Jagger rolled them so that Justice was once again on top of him.
“Look at me, Justice,” he growled. She couldn’t seem to bring herself to do as he asked.
She was trying to hide, and he wasn’t having it.
“Baby, please look at me,” he begged. The way he watched her, begging her for something so simple, she couldn’t refuse him.
She met his eyes with her own, and he smiled up at her, reaching up to frame her face with his hands.
Justice leaned into his touch, taking the comfort he was offering her.
“I’m falling for you, Justice. I don’t expect you to say anything, but don’t hide from me.
I know this is crazy and must scare the hell out of you, but I won’t lie about how I’m feeling.
This is just as unexpected for me, but it’s how I feel.
” Justice nodded. This was all so new for her.
Jagger was her first, so she didn’t know what to expect.
She knew that he asked her to marry him to keep her safe, but she had feelings for him, too.
She just lacked the courage to open up to him the way he had to her. Justice knew she owed him that much.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure he even heard her until she noticed the way his eyes flared. He smiled up at her and wrapped his arms around her tighter, pulling her against his body, reminding her that they were still connected.
“Say that again, honey,” he rasped. He moved inside of her, sliding through her wet folds. “I need to hear you say that again,” he ordered.
“I have feelings for you, too, Jag.” She smiled down at him, loving the way he took control of her body again, finding his climax minutes later. Justice collapsed down onto his chest and snuggled against him. If this was what marriage was like with Jagger, she had to admit she was a fan.
“Thank you, baby. I know that was hard for you to admit.”
“You were right, Jag—I was hiding. But I’ll try to do better at telling you how I feel.” He kissed the top of her head, and she leaned up on her elbows, smiling down at him. “Like right now, I’m starving,” she giggled as he playfully swatted her ass.
“Well, I can’t have my wife hungry,” he laughed. “I’ll get us some food, and you unpack and get comfortable.”
“Deal,” she squealed as Jagger bit her bare ass on his way out of the room. Justice was sure she was going to like being his wife, and she certainly liked being in Jagger James’ bed.
Two Weeks Later
Being with Justice made Jagger feel contentment that he was sure would be short-lived.
He knew good things rarely happened to him, and when they did, he usually watched helplessly as they slipped away.
It had been two weeks of secluded honeymoon bliss for him and Justice, and he had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t last.
They spent most of the past two weeks in bed, and that was just fine with him.
When they weren’t making love, they talked about their pasts and got to know each other.
They even started talking about a future—together.
That had him both excited and scared shitless; he just wasn’t sure which suited him better.
Justice seemed to open up to him a little more each day, and he felt like he was starting to know the real her, the woman he was falling in love with, and God, that thought terrified him.
She said that she cared for him, was falling for him too—whatever that meant but she never mentioned love.
Jagger decided they needed a little trip out of the cabin, although Dean would probably argue otherwise.
They started to run out of the provisions that Dean stocked for them.
He wanted to take Justice out for some fun and then do a little shopping.
She was such a good sport about not having much to wear around the cabin, and hell, he liked keeping her naked and in his bed.
But he promised her they would venture out and pick her up some necessities when he got the all-clear that it was safe.
He knew Dean would never give him the green light—Hobbs’ men were searching day and night for him and Justice.
He felt a pang of guilt for not sharing that information with her, but honestly, it would do them no good to have them both worrying and looking over their shoulder.
He wanted Justice to relax and let her hair down.
He was selfishly hoping that if she let her guard down around him, she would let him into her world, her life, and eventually, her heart.
Jagger found Justice standing in the small kitchen, wearing just his t-shirt and sipping the coffee he had made for her. He gently wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her into his body. “Hey,” he whispered into her hair as she lay her head back onto his chest.
“Hey, back at you,” she sighed.
“You okay?” He already knew the answer to his question—she wasn’t.
She worried constantly about his sister, although the two had never met.
He found it endearing that she would even consider his sister’s well-being after all the trouble he and Jules caused her.
Justice assured him she was happy to be there with him, but he had his doubts.
Jagger couldn’t help but feel that she would have been better off without him butting into her life.
The selfish part of him was thrilled with the way things turned out, but he worried that Justice would come to resent him, and when the whole ordeal was over, she would run as fast and far away as possible.
“I guess I just have cabin fever,” she giggled and turned in his arms, setting her coffee onto the counter.
“Pun intended?” he asked, pulling her snugly against his body. Justice laughed, and he nearly forgot to breathe; she was so beautiful.
“Sure,” she agreed.
“Well, I have something that might help with that,” he said.
She eyed him suspiciously, and he chuckled.
“How about we get out of here and do a little shopping?” Jagger loved the way her eyes lit up at the mention of shopping.
Justice bounced up and down in his arms, and his cock started to protest the idea of letting her put clothes on and then going out.
“I’d love a day away,” she squealed.
“Well, I was thinking more like a few nights away. There is a little ski resort about an hour from here, and I thought we could go there and do some skiing and shopping.” Justice started peppering his face with butterfly kisses, and he was guessing that meant yes.
She pulled away from his hold and spun around.