Chapter 28
Justice
Come out, or I’ll come get ye. Deep dread overtakes me at the sight of Brody’s message. I’d been watching cartoons with Mia and missed his initial call. A half-hour later, I started packing luggage. Chevelle and Leith said to be ready for LAX at the crack of dawn.
I’m wearing house shoes, a light pink cotton long sleeve pajama set, and I haven’t thought about doing my face. When I open the bedroom door, the house is quiet. It’s not too late to call Brody’s appearance as a late-night booty call. We all decided to turn in early, but I need to hold something against him. Better that, then hold me against him and lose another bit of my mind.
I stroll to the kitchen door, since it’s farthest away from my girl’s bedroom and begin to open it. I suck in air.
“Shit,” I mutter, “what are you doing in the dark?”
“Letting myself in,” Brody whispers back.
Before my eyes adjust, I swallow the perfect silhouette. A leather jacket molds against the raw power of Brody’s muscles. My eyes devour his jeans and trail back up. I hide a groan. I’m a goner. Lawd, lay me to rest now. I’m ready for an eternity of peace. His face is my torment. The perfect catalyst for sin.
The bad in me reacts. I have Brody outside against the wall, my mouth all over his. My hands clasp his beard.
“Feck,” he groans. I love his voice. He could say any words in that Scottish accent, but this time he’s executed my favorite word. A four-letter word that explodes emotion and feeling.
Brody’s hands slide over all the ample curves I have to offer. He palms my ass with one hand, pressing me into him. His other forearm moves around my stomach, his fingers seeking my sex.
“Shite, ya know wit ya do to me.” Brody’s teeth sink into my lip. His tone grows thick and lustful while his fingers pump into me. “I know wit I do to ye.”
You’ve made me psychotic—sitting in the corner of a room, sucking my thumb in the dark while rocking back and forth crazy!
I let his mouth go. Brody’s breath brushes across my neck as he continues his quest to make me cum.
I push him back against the wall again.
“Wit the feck, Justice?” He snarls.
“It’s late.” This is bad.
“Nae. It’s not even seven.” He starts for the door. I take his hand. “Everyone out or asleep?”
“Asleep.”
“Och, it’s nae matter.” His hand seeks my face, and I inhale myself on his fingers. “Are we telling yer friend about this?”
Though I lack the nerve to inquire about this, my shoulders jerk halfheartedly.
“Yer call. While ye figure that out, come.” He gestures down the porch.
I watch the dim headlights of a lone car passing by. That was my life before Brody crashed into it. A lonely road with a bleak outlook.
“Where?” I ask.
“Dinner.”
Damn, I can’t hold this against him. This isn’t a midnight rendezvous, and if it were, most men aren’t thoughtful enough to feed you.
I glance down at my slippers. “My shoes.”
“Not Denny’s.”
My head drops back, I mutter, “God, you’re the bane of my existence.”
“But can ya live without me?”