Chapter 50
Brody
Imay have to reconsider my relationship with Chevelle. If not for her, Justice wouldn’t be by my side now. After locking up my bràthair’s home, I told the lass she was riding with me. These days without her had been brutal, and I’d not chance her following me home in her car tonight. On the drive, she chewed her lip, reminding me of how much she missed me.
“I know” had been my only response.
“Even when I was angry with you, I missed you.”
“Sure, ye did.” Now, we’re at my house. Silently, I stitch my fingers through Justice’s and lead her up the stairs to my bedroom. Her pulse jumps, pounding against my fingers as if she’s nervous like this were our first time. I can see in her gorgeous brown eyes she wants to talk more to ease her punishment.
I’m going to feck her mercilessly for all the pain she’s put me through. I sense that the lass is aware her stubbornness has caused trouble. When we walk past the threshold to my bedroom, Justice has the sweetest tone ever. “I’m so glad we are?”
“I’m gonna have ye now,” I tell her, stopping in the center of the room. My hands grip the bottom of her shirt. “Before ye go skedaddling off, we’re gonna have us a talk too. But fecking comes first.”
“Okay.”
I pull the shirt from over her, exposing a sexy bra that shows off her full tits. My lips find the tops of her breasts as I reach behind to unclasp the bra. I bite down onto the pillow-soft globes.
“Ou-ou-ouch, Brody,” she pants, trying to writhe away, but I loop my arms around her waist. Ain’t nae where to go.
“This is the part where ye say, yes, Brody.” Yes, she ain’t leaving.
Her hands drop. Struggling is futile. She groans, “Ow, yes, Brody. I won’t leave. I explained why—”
My hand locks around her throat and crushes her against my chest. Lips taut against her earlobe, I growl, “Make me believe ye, lass.”
Justice’s fingertips drag through my hair as her gaze connects with mine. “Brody, I’m not leaving. Please don’t be cruel.”
“But ye were cruel.” My tongue traces circles around her areola. Justice’s airflow stops beneath my fingers. I press my lips to the pert nipple. She stills beneath my touch, expecting more hurt. I kiss the little rock again and look up at her, drawing my hand tighter around her neck. “Ye wanted me deid.”
Her fingers claw into my forearm. I mentally countdown ten seconds. Ten days. Ten gruesome days without her in my fecking life. I let go, kissing her lips as she sucks in air.
“I was angry!” Justice snarls.
My deep voice is smooth, tauntingly so, as I say, “That’s okay, lass. I’m angry now. See how we have flipped fecking positions.”
“Brody, don’t forget you had a reason to apolog—”
My hand clamps around her neck once more as my lips trail down the trembling, mahogany skin of her chest. Justice groans while I blow air over her achy nipples. “Undress for me now.”
She shoves down her pants, and I continue to nibble on her breasts. We move to the bed. That tiny sticky-sweet taste of her pussy I got from licking her cheek earlier sends me kneeling between her legs. I need another taste before I fuck her. I snatch my thermal off, dip down, and kiss her belly. “This is the part where ye continue to make me believe you’ll not run from me, lass.”
“I have tried. Brody, I miss you like crazy,” Justice murmurs, running her palms along the side of my face. “I really, really missed you.”
Her fingers find my hair and guide me downward. I run my fingertips over the silky hair of her mound, spread her lips wide, and begin licking her delicious pussy.It’s not long before her hot juices gush against my mouth, peppering my beard as I feck her with my tongue. I grip her arse, scooping her up to feed more of her cunt to my face.
The heat of her hypnotic pussy satiates all the anger running through my veins. She knows the punishment she deserved has ended.
“Please, Brody. Make love to me. I’m so sorry,” she gasps.
I shower her pussy with tender kisses. Like a fecking dog, I lap her cunt, purring and petting each throbbing wet fold. She claws frantically at the sheets, calling my name, until a climax tears through her. I raise my head. Justice is panting, and her eyes are glazed over. Our eyes lock as she whispers, “I need you now, Brody.”
“Ye are mine now, lass, and I’ll not be letting ye go.” I mount her, stacking her ultra-curvy thighs over my hips.
“Yes,” Justice cries desperately, giving a full-body shutter while my cock slams into her like a piston. Raising her hips, Justice meets my vigorous thrusts. Her full breasts jiggle with each deep stroke.
My teeth sink into the soft flesh of her neck. “Look at me while I feck ye, Justice. Watch my dick slaughter yer pussy.”