Mended.”
She takes a few hesitant steps, then shrugs a shoulder. “What you got?”
Clearing my throat, I recite,
“ ‘O my Luve is like a red, red rose. That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melody, That’s sweetly played in tune . . .’ ”
Istop, clearing my throat.
Tenderness flickers in her eyes as she murmurs, “Wow, I honestly hadn’t expected anything at all. Lance never—I promise not to bring him up again. Brody, that’s beautiful.”
“Appreciated.” I draw her against me, touching my mouth to her forehead. “Robert Burns, Scottish lad—fecking deid already. Don’t tell anyone, even Twigs.”
Smiling warmly, Justice asks, “Where’s the rest?”
“That’s enough for now.” My eyes glaze over with lust. “Ye are half fecking naked, lass. Ye better be glad I got that far.”
Her head dips back in a laugh. “You offer good guy vibes in spades?”
“Aye.”
“Before you get all freaky, deaky on me,” she tries to push her legs closed, “what’s up with Ewan and your dad? That’s Kieran? Don’t leave me in suspense.”
“Ewan’s dying. The crisis made him desperate for Erika and me to have a laddie for Clan McFarland. I get it, but I don’t. Kieran is clearly his heir. If the last name is a problem, Kieran can change it. He’s MacFarland on his mam’s side, Ewan’s sister, who passed. Lots of men take their mam’s last names. Anyway, Kieran’s headed back to Boston, gonna take Blythe. That traitor, Bawbag Hank, is gonna be maimed and tortured by both clans—”
“Oh, my gawd,” she gasps. “That name precedes him.”
“Nae.” I clasp the meat of Justice’s thighs, my threat in the form of a squeeze. “Feck him. My title precedes me.”
“Forgive me with your jealous ass.” She pops my hand, though I continue to clutch her. “What’s your title?”
“They call me the Surgeon.”
“Can you give Ewan life-saving surgery?”
“Wit? Nae.” I mutter as she teeters out a small laugh. “I give people better smiles.”
“Why don’t they call you the dentist?”
“Lass,” my head cocks, “ye’re the one who reads all those books. Which sounds more intense?”
The sides of her bonny mouth lift into a bona fide grin. “The Dentist does. Most people rather not go to the dentist.”
“Justice, shut up.” I lift her thighs off the ledge, placing them around my hips. “I’m gonna have ye now.”
As if hypnotized, she whispers, “Okay.”
I cup her jaw, gazing intently at her face. I need to remember this. Justice promises not to run off, but I always need to remember why my anger’s not to get the better of me. So, in the moment, when filled with rage and carrying out a vendetta, I know the treasure safely tucked away at home.
While my eyes roam over Justice, her nipples harden beneath her lace bra.
With a naughty grin, I ask, “Those sweet tits for me, lass?”
“Yes.” She shivers as my mouth lowers. I suck straight through the fabric, my tongue flickering over the pert nub then I draw it into my mouth. My hand finds her mound, hot even through her pants. Justice extends her neck, head dropped back in ecstasy, as she pushes her breasts together.
“Unclasp yer bra,” I command.
My obedient woman hurries to do my bidding. I issue an audible sigh as her huge tits fall from their confines. I trace the shape of her breasts, memorizing every inch of them, running my tongue over her dark brown nipples. Moaning, Justice’s hands are in my hair, holding me to her. She drags my face up for a kiss. I nibble at her lower lip, draw my tongue over her full mouth, and push past her lips with the same vigor I would her pussy lips.