Figuring it was the most obvious choice, I opened the mirrored door to the medicine cabinet first. A little, round, blue container caught my attention first, and I took it from the shelf. I opened it to find a packet of white pills and grunted in approval when I didn’t find any of them missing. It wasn’t like I would have had her stomach pumped or anything, but I was still happy not to have to worry about even one pill.
I started popping them out into my palm, one by one. “Justice! What are you doing?” Blair gasped as she rushed into the bathroom and tried to make a grab for the container. I held it above her head, which was easily done considering our height difference, and finished emptying the packet.
I tossed the container into the trash can and stalked over to the small room that contained the toilet. Glancing in Blair’s direction, I made sure she was watching when I lifted the lid and tossed the offending pills in and flushed.
She stood in silent shock and just stared at me as I prowled over to her. When I got into her space, she backed up. But I followed, and soon I had her trapped between me and the wall.
“Why did you do that?” she asked in a raspy tone. Her eyes looked suspiciously watery as they locked with mine, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her and make it better.
“You don’t need them,” I stated.
“How would you know?” she snipped. Her attempt to be confident was ruined by the pretty shade of pink suddenly dusting over her cheeks and nose.
I leaned down until our lips were only a whisper apart. “Because I can smell that innocent little cherry from here, bunny.”
Her mouth formed a little O, and she sucked in a breath. “Um…well, I was hoping to—um—you know—” she stammered, her blush intensifying as she broke eye contact. “Maybe I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she uttered suddenly, then slapped a hand over her mouth.
Blair’s eyelids dropped, and she looked shyly up at me through her lashes. “I guess I was hoping the guy I want would want me too.” Her voice was soft as a whisper, and her warm breath bathed my lips, making me crave their touch.
“They don’t want you,” I growled thinking about those pricks who only wanted in her panties and weren’t interested in the real her, in treating her like she deserved.
Her expression crumbled, and she shrunk into the wall. “Okay. I guess you’re right then. I don’t need the birth control. Clearly, I won’t be having sex if nobody wants me.”
My head reared back in disbelief. What the fuck? Then it hit me, how what I said could be misconstrued. “I meant those boys only want one thing from you, bunny,” I explained. “They don’t want the real you, all of you.” I didn’t bother to disguise the longing in my voice. “Besides, those little shits wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a woman.”
“Do you?” Blair asked softly.
My head dipped, and I closed the distance between our faces again. “Do I what?”
“Know what to do in—um—bed?”
A wicked smile curved my lips, and I traced my lips along her cheek, so light they were barely touching, until I reached her ear. “I know how to please my woman.”
Blair’s breathing picked up, and we were so close that her big tits rubbed against my chest. When I felt her hard nipples, I groaned and dropped my face into the crook of her neck. “Thirty days,” I rumbled.
“What?” Blair panted.
I slid my hands to her ass and yanked her forward so she could feel every inch of my hard cock pressing into the heat of her pussy. “Thirty fucking days, bunny.”
Her hands grasped my biceps, and she gripped them tightly, her nails digging into my skin through my dress shirt. “What’s in thirty days?”
One of the threads holding me together snapped, and I gave in to a desperate urge. I brought my head back in position and pressed my mouth to hers. Electricity zinged straight to my dick and sparks flew. One second before I lost it, I forced myself to pull away rather than following my instincts and deepening the kiss.
“In thirty days. You’re mine.”
Chapter 6
Justice
May thirty-first was officially my favorite day of the year. It was the day Blair graced this world with her glowing presence. It was the day my bunny turned eighteen. And, it was the day she would officially be mine. Fina-fucking-ly.
“You’re quite the contradiction today,” Patti chirped as she traipsed into my office.
I raised a brow and leaned back in my chair, the fingers of my left hand playing aimlessly with my silver pen. “Contradiction?”
She nodded and set a stack of folders in front of me. “Sign and return to me,” she instructed. Then she took a seat in one of the deep, leather chairs in front of me. “If you didn’t have that permanent smile plastered on your face, I’d say you were downright grouchy.”