Chapter 38
Justice
Where the hell is Chevelle? I’d anticipated grabbing an Uber, but she offered me a ride. I didn’t want to inconvenience her. Especially now I have their Long Beach home to myself. But instead of my slender, gorgeous friend, I gape at Brody’s side profile. He waits at the entrance of LAX about ten yards away. I’d exited a couple of sliding glass doors before seeing him. Suddenly, the Brody that bought me to climax in my wet dreams will no longer suffice. I desperately crave the real deal.
I can’t do this.I head toward him. Brody’s huge hands are hidden in his leather jacket. My heart skips beats, doubles down, creating its own drum line when he notices me.
“Hey.” I sigh, stopping and allowing his scent to dance around in my mind.
“Come here, lass. This how ye greet the man ye miss?”
“Who said I miss you?” I take one step forward, internally shouting at my body’s traitorous reaction.
“I can smell ye, Justice.” His choice of utilizing my name sends another scattered shower to my sex. “Ye miss me so maddy that yer cunt’s doing that miraculous thing it does.”
My gaze shifts. “There are people around.”
“Och,” he says softly, “ye’re supposed to use that mouth of yers to ask me, ‘Oh, Brody, what is it that my pussy does?’ ”
Dammit, I laugh—wrong response. My quip should have been to remind him of said people. Heat blossoms across my cheeks. “That’s not how I sound, Brody.”
“Since ye were waiting so patiently, I’ll tell ya.” He steps closer.
We’re inches away now but still not touching. I wonder if he can see it—my heart beating all the way out of my chest. Though I doubt I’m transparent, a measured inhale caresses my lips. I wait for him to tell me something dirty, full-blown in the gutter.
Brody’s gorgeous face has a wicked, conspiratorial glean to it while he shares. “Yer fat walls cunt-twerk, like they’re feeding themselves when my cock is near. They water like a hungry mouth. Hungry for me to plow straight through them. Ye hungry, Justice?”
“Is that your attempt at poetry? Or are you honestly offering to feed me real sustenance?” Now, I’m ravenous. In a sultry tone, I reply, “Actually, Brody, I’m thirsty. Extremely thirsty.” Closing the distance between us, I lift my arms, looping the back of his neck. Ascending to my tippy toes, I softly press my lips to his. “I have the perfect remedy for my parched throat. Your cum sliding all the way down it. I want you.”
The look in his eyes tells me Brody MacKenzie hadn’t expected this. Hell, I hadn’t expected this until I set eyes on the cashier’s check he wrote. He’s slipped past the very fabric of my heart with that move. Not bragging about it, though. Now, he owned my heart too.
I’m going to lick the entire circumference of his dick and try to choke it down my throat. I tell myself this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal, kind of like Demi Moore in that movie. For now, I’ll also keep the reason for my polar-like emotions to myself.
He clasps the back of my neck, like a dominant would the toy he owns, and whispers against my mouth, “As ye wish, lass.”
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My eyes adjust to the dim parking structure. He’d nabbed a spot directly in the center on the fifth floor, away from prying eyes. Brody lets me in and assesses my fingers and toes before closing the door, depositing my luggage into the backseat of the cab. He rounds the truck and gets in.
“Lass, I . . .” Infinite emotions are in Brody’s eyes. One is torture. I’ve been avoiding him. He’s still in shock by my change of tune.
Nevertheless, the minute act of affection makes my craving for him hit new heights.
He places the keys onto the dashboard and turns toward me.
“Shh . . .” I purr, sliding down his zipper. Our roles are reversed. I’m all about physical gratification while he . . .hell. I can’t fathom Brody’s endgame.
“Justice, here, lass?” His tone lowers into a rasped growl as my fingers twine the length of his erection.
“Here. Now,” I murmur, blowing softly at the delicious curve of his dick. His entire body relaxes. With the flat of my tongue, I lick from his fat ball sac, surveying the smooth, taut skin from base to tip and down again. My mouth laves at his testicles, and Brody’s hand grips my fresh individual braids.
“Open wider, Justice, put both my baws in yer mouth.”
I relax my jaws as best I can. Times like this, I’m close to Brody, as close to him as I ever feel will be capable. I gently suck on his balls, moaning that this is right where they belong. These are mine.
Looking up through my thick, mascaraed lashes, I watch darkness flash across his face. I’ve sifted past the titanium defense of his muscular body and deadly mindset. We’re not bumping heads or arguing. His soul and my soul are tethered.
Letting his balls go, I put my mouth and tongue to work. Swirling my tongue around the head, I marvel at the hot, smooth skin.