“I apologize for assuming. See—there’s some model behavior for you too.” Again, that dimple appears, and I can feel my eyes saying something my voice would never submit to. I’m the unlucky bampot who looks away this time.
* * *
Once her belongings were secured in my room, Justice sifted through her things and went into my en suite bathroom to take a shower. I’m wide legged on the chair near the door. It’s time to ring Ewan MacFarland. My hands clutch into fists at my sides. I never had an ounce of respect for the lad because he could take a backhand to his daughter’s face. Erika is a good friend of mine and the only non-MacKenzie I’d fight to the death for, though, she can fight her own battles.
I wriggle my jaw. “Show respect,” I tell myself.
“Respect?” Justice murmurs.
I’d not noticed her enter the room. Something is very different about her hair. The black body suit she’s wearing tonight sends lust raging through my veins all to one spot—my cock. All the challenges I’ve had with this one and my own dick is my worst enemy tonight.
“You encouraging yourself to act cordial?” She folds her arms, unintentionally pushing her breasts up.
“Aye,” I grit out, not at all angry at her retort. Nae, my dick’s so heavy, the motherfecker’s molded against my thigh. I eye Justice’s mouth. Part of me is attentive to her chatter. The other’s licking the folds of her sex. Eating pussy is rare for me. It’s an exotic fruit I’ll only savor while on holiday. While she blabs, I’m giving her the look. Ye should thank me. Ye are worthy of me feasting between yer thighs. I cut her off. “Wit were ye expecting of me?”
“I dunno.” She hesitates before settling on the edge of the bed. “The saying, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree is usually a good bit of wisdom. But your mom was very pleasant. Did she have to give herself a pep talk to greet me, huh?”
“Mam and Da taught me to regard a man same as he regards me. Ewan,” I tap my phone in my lap, “he’d turn all those feelings ya have for me to him.”
Her eyebrow kicks. “Ewan? The guy you said you needed to call a little while ago? And what feelings?”
“Aye, Ewan McFarland.” I begin, knowing full well her latter question ignited the fire in her eyes. “I’m referring to yer attitude, Justice. Ye eye me like I expect ye to fall to yer knees.”
Justice gapes at the floor in front of me. Looking back up, she glares at me. I pin her. The scent of arousal from her affection-starved body magnifies. The last bawbag to touch Justice was the weak idiot who couldn’t take the fame, or was it the failure? I don’t care about the Lance lad, only that his mistake had affected her. Five years she’d said.
This is gonna be easy, and dammit, I am a hound at the thought of the challenge, the first challenge of my entire life. Feck it, easy or nae, I’ll have Justice Flowers all to myself. She’ll lay in the safety of my arms as I help her forget the world. She’ll grow so dizzy, forgetting that I will never promise her forever. The only thing I could ever love about a woman is . . . is flipping them around in bed, stretching them wide, pulling their hair while they work their brilliant mouths, listening to their cries of ecstasy. It ain’t using them if we’re both left satisfied, right?