Chapter 29
Brody
Inever ran after a woman that would deny me any portion of her body, not till Justice Flowers. All this time, I’d my doubts that the intriguing lass would let me invade her mouth. She has an opinion ‘bout everything.
She’s starting to rise, but I pull her up more swiftly, my mouth hungering for hers. She’d blessed me with that mouth. It’s my God-given right to return the favor. I press my lips to her warm, soft ones. My tongue slides over her mouth, taking complete control. Fingers grab at the two braids on either side of her head, wrapping them around my fists. I explore her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I gaze into her eyes, devouring her. Justice struggles to center herself and stop those flyaway thoughts.
I take her wrists, holding them at her sides, and whisper, “I underestimated that mouth of yers. Had I known all that talking would pay off, I’d have listened to ye more.”
She takes a flustered breath. Still clutching one of her wrists, I move behind her, holding her stomach. “Ye still ponderin’ the taste of my cum sliding down yer throat, aye?”
Her fingers latch through mine. “Sheesh, I almost said something idiotic.”
I cock a brow. “Like wit?”
“Like I’ve never done this before.” Her head falls back against the side of my chest. I dip down, kissing her forehead as she chuckles. “I doubt you give a damn about that anyway.”
“But now that ye mention it, I expect to be the only lad who’s ever been here.” I clutch at her soft stomach.
She mutters something under her breath about only the lord.
“Let’s eat.” I cut into her convictions. I don’t need God getting in the middle of wit we have goin’ on. I do, though, need Him tomorrow when I reach out to Ewan. That’s another thing. I meant to tell her about my early morning flight tomorrow.
“I’m hungry,” she replies.
That settles it. I’ll tell her how I’ll be away—for a week tops—after dinner. I should take her before she gets any bright ideas. She’ll mind that list of hers. All lasses have a fecking list. A list of guys they feck and a list of guys that they marry.
I’m always at the top of one, never made the drawing board for the other, and still don’t give a feck to.
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Justice drank half a bottle of wine while I had a couple of bevvies during dinner. Out of the blue, she says, “I should, uh, go.”
Nae, don’t grow a conscience yet. I place on a confident smile and capture Justice’s mouth in a kiss. “I need to have ya now, Justice. I’ve not fecked on my bed, lass. Ye won’t be denying me that, aye?”
With her breath caught in her throat, she’s silent. I’ve caught her in my trap. If she’s speechless, she’s not scheming about how to get out of my grasp. Caressing the small of her back, I lead her into the master suite. As is the rest of the home, the grand area is sparse. The moonlight casts a glow through the balcony doors onto a gray textured Cal-King bed, the only furniture.
Though she hasn’t said a word, the fire’s back in her eyes. I settle her at the edge of the bed. “Show me how much ye loved stuffing yer mouth with my dick, lass.”
I stand back, waiting for her. While Justice undresses for me, I stroll to the corner of the room, and I grab a folding chair.
“Ye still wet?”
“Yes, very,” she finally responds, inching out of her cotton pants.
I settle down on the uncomfortable, cold chair away from her.
When naked, Justice closes her eyes as a lone fingertip slides along her slit. She licks her lips.
“All the way in, lass. I need to see how wet ye truly are.”
That mouth of hers that took me straight to heaven forms an ‘oh’ as her fingers sink inside. My cock’s heavy in my pants as she pulls her slick, glossed finger from her pussy.
“Beg me, Justice. Use those lovely words ye’re so proud of.”
She’s muttering something underneath her breath.
“Wit’s that? Come again, lass?”