Chapter 23
Brody
Do I have fecking feelings for her? Stunned by Justice’s questions, my eyebrows raise, and I nod. “Aye, lots of them. Right here in my pants. C’mere, I’ll show ya.”
She places her hand on the doorframe molding, leaning away from it. The smile I suddenly became addicted to makes her face glow. “Brody, I’ve noticed you’re a lot funnier than you let on with everyone else.”
In a few steps, I’m next to her, hands resting on her hips. “I’ve never wanted a woman so bad in my fecking life. I’m admitting that.”
“I’m still a conquest, huh?” Justice licks her lips. “I should finally stop running then since you’re not marrying Erika?”
“Nae, ye should feck me because ye have never met a lad in yer life that ye wanted, not as much as me.”
My hands frame Justice’s cheeks, thumb invading her mouth. When she sucks, I grind my erection into her.
“Say ‘feck me, Brody,’ before I make ye.” The force of my growl has Justice sucking harder.
“Fuck me, Brody,” she groans.
“As ye wish.” I grab all of her arse in my hands, lifting her into my arms. Her shocked gasp brushes across my face. “I got ye, lass.”
I kiss her, slow and deliberate at first, letting the heat build until she’s trembling in my arms. I’ll not stop until her body calls out to me, begging and moaning. And then I think of all the torment I’ve gone through at the hands of Justice Flowers. Her love of poetry, of talkin. I have a possessive grip on her waist at the thought.
I steal kisses up the column of Justice’s throat. My tongue stops at the shell of her ear. Her back bows, body speaking to me. I nip her earlobe. “Since ya love talkin’ all night, ye will tell me wit ya want while I’m fecking ye.”
In a breathy voice, Justice moans, “I-I want you inside of me, Brody.”
I carry her to the bedroom, placing her on her feet while searching out the switch.
Justice flicks on a wee lamp. “What are you looking for?”
Nervousness blooms across her cheeks, but I’m too fixated on finding the light switch. “More light, lass, I need to see ya.” Who the feck built this house?
“We can see each other well enough.”
“Nae, I need to really see ya.”
“This isn’t a love story, Brody. I’ve got,” her voice dips nervously, “shape-wear to remove.”
I run a hand over my beard, not sure wit she’s talking about. “Wait.”
I exit the bedroom. Down the hall, my eyes zero in on the floor lamp in the living room. I search through my pockets like a drugged bampot for the condoms James and Knox gave me. Those feckers handed all they had over.
“Thank God,” I mutter. I’ve enough protection to go to war on Justice’s pussy.
I snatch the cord from the wall, gripping the lamp. When I enter, Justice’s out of the dress but wearing a stretchy black thing that clutches at her stomach. She’s quickly working at the hooks.
“Stop, lass! I told ya not to move.”
“You actually said, ‘wait.’ ” Justice’s retort ends on a stutter when she looks up at the frown on my face. I place down the lamp, head over to her, putting my hands over hers. My eyes travel the length of her, absorbing the sight of Justice’s nearly naked body. The body I’ve spent, which seems like decades, imagining.
“Don’t move.”
“Okay,” she stutters.
I plug the second lamp in and look at her.
“What?” She’s nervous, chewing her bottom lip.