The action of Jimmy showing his embarrassment was so cute that even I laughed.
“It’s not funny,” he replied darkly. “Shit!”
“Why don’t you go talk to her?” I urged.
Royal shook her head and stood up. “I have to pee. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves.”
I had a feeling she wasn’t going to pee because she needed to, but because she wanted to stop by the counter and talk to a certain young lady on her way back.
Jimmy watched Royal go, then turned back to me.
“I have feeling in my dick.”
My brows rose at her brother’s blunt words.
“I just don’t have feeling in my hips and lower thighs, making it tough to, you know, leverage myself.” He paused. “Though, that’s a lie lately. When Marcus beat the shit out of me, he actually did me a solid.” Jimmy winced. “I shouldn’t be saying that, not with the trouble you and Royal are in now, but he really did. I’m starting to get some sensation in my knees and feet. Not a lot…but definitely enough that I can say that I’m not totally fucking broken.”
“Okay,” I said, unsure of what I should say to that.
“But I can feel my dick,” he continued. “I just, how good will I be to a woman if I can’t even thrust into her? I mean, it’ll always be her doing all the work.”
Now I saw his dilemma.
He could perform…but not fully.
He had his limits, and he was unsure if those limits would be enough for a female.
“You can’t sit on the sidelines for the rest of your life,” I found myself saying. “What’s the point?”
I wasn’t eloquent by any means, but the idea of never getting to have sex again for the rest of my life was downright depressing.
Of never feeling Royal’s tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock…
“I know.” Jimmy sighed, interrupting my thoughts. “I’m just fucking lost. And now that I’m getting feeling back in my lower extremities, I’m torn. I want to hope. To think that I won’t always be like this, but then I look at her and…what is she doing?”
I looked up to find Royal standing at the counter, talking animatedly.
My lips twitched.
“Son of a bitch,” Jimmy said under his breath when the pretty girl looked our way.
“Yeah, you’re fucked,” I respond. “Prepare to go out on a date.”
Jimmy opened his mouth to reply, but then the blonde rounded the corner and started heading our way, Royal right at her heels.
“Was everything all right with your meals?” the blonde asked, looking worried.
Royal came to her seat and plopped her interfering ass into it before saying, “My brother was just telling us how awesome this place is, and how much he likes it.”
The woman’s eyes turned to her brother, and I curled my hand around Royal’s hair, giving it a gentle tug to get her to look my way.
Royal didn’t disappoint, and the mirth I saw swimming in those beautiful depths was highly arousing.
I loved her.
God, how I loved her.
“Oh, um.” Jimmy swallowed. “The food is exceptional…” He trailed off, waiting for her to input her name.
Oh, he was good at this.
“Tana.” She paused, frowned, and then said, “Well, my full name is Cortana. Cortana Rhodes. But you can call me Tana.”
Jimmy held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Tana. My name is Jimmy. Jimmy St. James.” He gestured to his sister. “That’s my sister, Royal. And the man next to her is her man, Justice Rector.”
Tana turned distracted eyes our way as she said, “Nice to meet you both.”
Jimmy’s lips twitched. “Would…would you be willing to go out on a date with me?”
And when Jimmy took a leap, he took a big fucking leap. There was no halfway with Jimmy St. James, apparently.
All he needed was that slight push to get him up on the edge, but damn, once he was there. He wasn’t wasting time jumping into the deep end.
Royal had a bounce in her step as we left the diner, sans Jimmy, who’d taken a cab.
“I like that,” she said, looking at me with a wide grin on her face.
I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and squeeze the shit out of her.
“You’re a meddler,” I joked.
She rolled her eyes and went to the motorcycle that was parked beside the building, her ass going to the seat and her hands going to the gas tank to hold herself up as she leaned slightly.
“I’m somebody that just wants my brother to be happy,” she corrected. “And Jimmy never would’ve made the first move. He thinks he’s broken.”
After talking to him, I had to agree with her sentiments.
Jimmy wouldn’t have done it on his own.
He didn’t think he was good enough.
Something in which I told her.
She sighed and dropped her head.
The defeated look on her face had me walking forward until I had her head in my hands.
When I was close enough, she tilted her head back so she could look straight up at me.
“Your brother’s a big boy,” I told her. “He’s more than capable of making his own decisions. But, just sayin’, I wouldn’t meddle in his life too much.” I touched my thumb to her nose. “Unless you want him to meddle in yours.”
She seemed to catch my drift pretty quick.
“My brother seemed to like you,” she said, her hands leaving the bike and coming to rest on my hips.
I’d left my utility belt at the precinct. But the tight ass fucking pants had stayed.
Which she took full advantage of as she ran her hands up and down my thighs, not quite touching my dick but getting pretty fuckin’ close.
“Let’s not talk about your brother,” I suggested. “Let’s talk about the fact that you kept touching me during dinner and no one knew but me because your hand was hidden by the tablecloth.”
She started to laugh.
“I couldn’t help it,” she lied. “Your dick just sticks out so blatantly in those pants.”
It did.
I had to agree with her.
Without the belt to draw attention away from my cock, it seemed to pop out even more.
It was her laughter that did me in.
Seeing her happy. Seeing her so inhibited with her laugh. It was my trigger.
“I love you.”
The three simple words wiped the laughter right off of her face.
“It’s okay,” I told her when fear replaced the amusement. “I’m not going to stop loving you because you can’t say it back.”
She swallowed hard, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to have her in my arms.
Pulling her up by her shirt, I plastered her body to mine and wrapped my arms securely around her shoulders.
“You can show me, though, can’t you?” I asked, pulling away to look down at her face once again.
She tilted her head to the side, contemplating my words, and then nodded.
“Here?” she croaked, looking around the darkened alley.
I would’ve loved to say yes.
Would’ve loved to have her up against the wall of the restaurant, my cock jammed into her pussy so deep that I didn’t know where I ended and she began.
But I was too highly trained to let my guard down that way.
“No,” I whispered against her lips. “When we get home.”
She looked like she was about to argue, but I pulled away completely, foregoing any arguments that she might have wanted to make.
“Let’s go,” I ordered.
And we did.
We barely made it home.
Every turn, her hands moved south.
Lower and lower and lower.
It was as we were pulling into the driveway of my place that her hand finally made that final descent to rest on my cock.
I g
rowled and her hand clenched on the head of my dick.
If there was one thing I could say about these fuckin’ uniform pants, it was that the fabric was thin, meaning I could feel her hand stroking it up and down, squeezing lightly.
And she could feel every single inch of my dick.
I didn’t bother getting off the bike.
I just shut it down, pulled her out from behind me by her arms until she was standing beside the bike, and quickly started divesting her of her jeans.
Thank God she was wearing flip-flops, because after shoving her jeans and panties down to her ankles, she just stepped out of them and practically scaled my bike trying to get to me.
While she was climbing, I fought to get my cock free from the confines of my uniform pants, cursing them once again as I struggled with the zipper.
They really were that tight.
“Hurry,” she ordered.
I sucked in as I lowered my zipper, being extremely careful to not catch my cock or my underwear in the teeth.
A, I didn’t want to hurt my cock because I wanted to use it, badly.
And B, it would slow me down, and I wanted to be inside Royal St. James more than I wanted to wake up in the morning.
“Hurry,” she repeated, already lowering herself down.
I leaned forward because her vagina was practically eye level with my face, and bit her.
Right on the top of her mons, causing her to gasp and teeter.
It was good that I finally got my zipper down and my dick out, because I had to reach out and catch her before she practically toppled head over heels off my bike.
My thighs burned as I steadied the bike once again, pulling her down into my lap, guiding her until my cock rested at the very entrance to her pussy.
I hadn’t put the stand down yet, and though it wouldn’t have taken me long in the grand scheme of things, I was too focused on getting inside of Royal to worry at the moment.
And getting inside of her really was my only focus.
The crest of my cock felt like it was on fire as I slowly pushed inside, coming to a halt when the head breached her entrance.
A low, keening wail left her lips and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.
“Baby,” I growled. “Stop squirming.”
She took matters into her own hands then, reaching down and stroking the part of my cock that wasn’t inside of her.
“I want this inside of me,” she whispered, sounding needy and impatient. “I’m tired of waiting. That entire ride home felt like a giant foreplay ride. All the vibrations, and feeling your ass pressed up against me? It was the worst and the best all rolled into one.”
She did have a point.
I’d been just as hot and bothered as she had.
“Please,” she replied desperately. “I need you inside of me.”
I grasped her by the hips and started to push once again, coming to a stop when her hand got in the way.
“You’re going to have to move your hand,” I teased.
She did, albeit reluctantly.
Grinning, I pulled her down onto me, one slow inch at a time, until I was buried to the hilt in her silken heat.
She gasped, her breaths sawing in and out of her lungs like she was in the middle of a marathon.
“Justice.” She gasped.
I lifted her up and then slammed her back down. Over and over again until I could feel her pussy rippling in impending release.
Knowing what would set her over the edge, and being caught between wanting it to last forever and giving her that push that she needed, I slowed my movements.
But she took the control right out of me when she leaned forward and bit me.
Hard.
I cursed and jumped, the motorcycle wobbling underneath of us.
“Fuck!” I cried out. Loving the pain and surprised that she’d done it all rolled into one final thrust on my end.
Why?
Because my control that I gloated about having shattered.
My cock pulsed, and suddenly, I was coming.
No warning. No nothing.
One second, I was holding onto it, contemplating teasing her, and the next I was shooting jets of cum deep inside of her. Filling her with me.
She cried out against my skin and started to pulse all around me. But I was too far into my orgasm to care.
Hours later, that were likely only seconds or minutes, I opened my eyes to see her staring at me with a look of love so deep that it hurt to see.
“I love you,” I repeated the words.
One day she’d say them back.
But for now, I’d settle for the looks.
Her eyes didn’t change as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips.
One lone kiss that said everything and nothing all at once.
Everything just felt so fuckin’ right.
I didn’t want it to be wrong.
Chapter 20
Always be yourself unless you’re a Texan. Then always be a Texan.
-Text from Royal to Justice
Justice
The ‘right’ feeling didn’t last long once we woke up the next day.
The second body showed up on the police department’s front steps the second day that we returned to work after getting home from my parents’ place.
The third and fourth showed up while I was on shift at lunch the next two days. First at the restaurant that I’d gone to for a quick bite to eat. It was next to my bike which was beside the tree that I’d parked under to shade the cycle so it didn’t singe off my ass hairs when I sat on the leather.
The fourth followed the next day, almost identically to the third.
The fifth and final one showed up at The Judge’s place when The Judge called and said he’d had to run home for papers and had found it leaning up against his mailbox.
All of the bodies were pinned with the PD’s badges to their chest.
Which was why both Royal and I were in a meeting with both the assistant chief, the chief, and Yao.
Royal looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Though, I had a feeling that had a lot to do with the fact that there was an added face at the table.
Royal’s father, The Judge.
We were in an offensive meeting, one that would hopefully help catch the piece of shit that was leaving bodies in the city of Kilgore.
“You have to have something that he can be charged with,” the other person that was new to the team, the prosecutor for the county, Jegg Bridges, said. “You bring him in on bogus, trumped-up charges and I’m going to have to release him. I’m not bringing something to Judge St. James’ courtroom only to be laughed out of court.”
I agreed.
But we’d exhausted all the efforts that were available to us. And if we continued to get bodies, something drastic was going to need to be done.
Royal sank even lower into her seat, and I turned my gaze to the asshole that hadn’t stopped glaring at her since we arrived.
“This is your fault,” St. James said. “Your brother and I are in danger. We can’t go home…”
“Listen,” I snapped. “This has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with her. She was only defending her brother. Something in which…”
St James turned his head toward me. “If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have been on that street to begin with.”
I worked my jaw and debated whether or not to continue with my words, but then he said what he said next.
“Honestly, maybe you should let her go back to work with Stratton after all. Maybe then this’ll finally be over,” he said.
Royal paled, and I finally found out what it felt like to lose my shit.
I stood up, pushing the table when I did, shoving it straight into not just St. James’ chest, but also the chief’s and Yao’s as well.
I didn’t stop to think about what I was doing, though.
Instead, I let my
anger take the driver’s seat and let him have it.
“Listen here, motherfucker,” I growled. “Royal is the best goddamn thing that’s ever fucking happened to me. And you want to dangle her like a piece of unwanted meat? I think the fuck not.” I leaned as far over the table as I could, planting both of my fists into the solid wood instead of his face like I wanted. “I don’t know what kind of piece of shit treats his daughter like you do, but you don’t impress me anywhere near as much as you impress everyone else at this goddamn department. First, I could give no shits if you were to get hurt. And honestly, I think that your son would much rather spend his life with his sister and not the so-called father that would rather his son be unhappy than have his sister in his life.” I clenched and unclenched my fists. “Every couple of hours, I was having to sneak into the locker room to delete the messages that your son sent her when you forbade her to have any contact with him. It was killing me to see the tears filling her eyes when she saw what her ignoring him was doing to him.”
The Judge’s mouth clenched at my words.
“I hate you and I don’t even know you,” I continued, leaning even farther forward. “I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. Hell, I would grab a can of gas and throw it on you just to make it burn hotter at this point. You’re no father. You’re a piece of fucking shit.”
A soft hand on my forearm was the only thing that had me pulling back when I only wanted to reach across the table and pull that man across it just to slam his face into the wood.
“Justice, it’s okay,” she said softly.
I laughed in the man’s face.
“And even now, after you’ve treated her like dogshit, she protects you,” I snapped. “You don’t deserve a goddamn thing.”
I sat back in my seat and looked at the chief. “You won’t use her.”
Luke’s eyes were hard, and he nodded once.
I didn’t care if he was pissed. Hell, I didn’t even care about my job at this point.
I’d live in a cardboard box if it meant that Royal was happy and protected.
“We’re not using her as bait,” Yao promised. “It’s obvious that he can get places that we can’t even see until he’s been and gone. My suggestion would be a sting. One that’s in and out. Justice?”
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