“What are you doing?”
“I said why?” I shove the door open to the balcony. They’d expected rain tonight, so the tables are covered. Only a few lamps across the bridge give off a bit of light. The sound of her heels clicking on repeat as she walks has my stiff cock twitching.
I press Justice against the top of a wooden table that isn’t covered. With a slight smirk, Justice squirms beneath me. My hands come down on her thighs, fingers clutching into the plump flesh, killing her mission to run.
“Now,” I growl, “answer me before I get angry.”
“You are ang—ouch! Damn, Brody.”
“Why?”
“Because you want to hit it and quit it! I’m a different breed. Has that not gotten into your head!”
“Nae. As a matter of fact, ye’re in myfecking heid.” My hands loop around the back of Justice’s neck, thumbs straddling her throat. Justice lifts her face, opens her mouth to defy me, and places a whole heap load of unnecessary arse words between us. My tongue lodges down her throat.
“Shut the feck up.” I dominate her mouth. My hands sail across her body. Palms stopping at her hardened nipple, I crush the wee pebble between my fingers. She’s tortured me lots. My turn now.