Justice Mine: a Base Branch Novel

by Megan Mitcham

  “Are you ready to come, Magdalena?”

  “Yeeesss.”

  He sucked her clit into his mouth and wound it in small circles over and again. Her hands gripped his forearm as she fucked his mouth.

  “Law. Law. Law. Oh. Yes.”

  His tongue and fingers coaxed every last drop of desire from her body and he lapped it with hungry swipes. He kissed a line up her body then hugged her. She sagged into his embrace, her head listing to the side as she eyed him speculatively.

  “How in the world did I get so lucky?”

  “Tart, I was a total bastard to you and there’s some faceless man trying to have you snuffed. I don’t know that lucky is the proper term for what you are.” He tapped her nose. “How about, for now, we stick to passionate and gorgeous.”

  Her little nose crinkled.

  “What was that about?”

  She shrugged and her breast nudged the head of his steel hard dick, still bound by his towel. He eased back in an attempt to calm the painful bulge. Her fingers slid into the top of the cloth and yanked, shedding the fabric from his waist. His thick length sprang free and carnal craving gripped him by the balls, making his knees weak. Magdalena’s hands shot toward his bobbing cock, but he caught her wrists.

  “Hey, why are you retreating? It’s my turn.”

  “I didn’t give you head so you’d get me off, tart. I ate you because I needed to. Besides, you have to explain your wrinkled nose.”

  “First, I need to get your dick in my mouth. It’s possessed my dirty mind since I thought about dropping to my knees the first night at my father’s and licking you from head to head and everywhere in between. Second, I don’t need to bare my insecurities to you.”

  “First,” he shot back, “I’m so going to fuck you senseless for searing that image in my mind. Second, why not? You’ve bared your heart to me and your worship-worthy body.”

  “Because I act like it doesn’t bother me, and most of the time it doesn’t, but sometimes… I don’t know. Here, if you don’t have legs up to your tits, and tiny flat ones at that, you’re considered less than desirable. It sucks. I want to be comfortable with me.”

  “Tart, I’ve never met a woman who is more self-assured or has a body of such mind fucking perfection. One inch of your creamy skin or quirk of your smile and I’m crazy with lust.”

  “Then come and give me all you’ve got.”

  Magdalena hopped from the counter and curled her finger twice.

  He stepped, bringing them chest to face. Her tongue snuck from behind her lips and lashed wildly over his nipple. A thrill shot down his body to his big toes and his hands fisted at his sides.

  “Fuck, I didn’t know those things were sensitive.”

  Her mouth curved around her working tongue. After a few more whips of his beaded disk she dropped to her knees.

  “Spread your legs.”

  When he didn’t move Magdalena tore her lusty stare from his package. Her lips pursed at his quirked brow.

  “Trust me.” She coaxed him using the same words he had on her.

  Law moved his feet a shoulder width apart.

  “A little more.”

  He gave her two, but would budge no more, having no idea what was in that head of hers. When she fisted his cock it lined up perfectly with her red swollen lips. She licked them as she studied, running her fingers gently over the smooth skin that wrapped around his bulging appendage. Suddenly he didn’t give a shit that he was wide open and vulnerable to her probing hands.

  Law’s mouth gaped on a groan as Magdalena’s mouth stretched over his feverish dick. Her slick heat welcomed him to the back of her throat, taking half his length. She fisted the rest in her gentle hands. Slowly she eased off, popping her lips off his tip, then mimicked the lashes she’d flecked on his nipple. The carpet bunched under his curled toes and every muscle in his jaw flexed, arcing his head enough that he caught their reflection in the mirror.

  Veins raised over his shoulders and arms to his clenched fists. Sweat glistened between his pecs and across his abdomen. Magdalena’s half-dried hair danced against her back, caressing the skin at the curve of her hourglass waist. Her head bobbed and white-hot yearning temporarily blinded him. He closed his eyes against the radiance and struggled to calm the hasty and consuming need to fill her mouth with his seed.

  He was about to demand she slow her rabid pace, but she released her grip on his base and swallowed his tip down the back of her greedy throat. Stunned, he could only gasp at the sensation. One of her hands bit into the toughness of his tightened ass, urging him deeper. She drank him root to tip while her other hand cupped his heavy sack and cosseted it with sure tugs.

  “Magdalena. Not yet.”

  His demand sounded more like a pitiful plea, which she ignored, increasing her efforts to drive him over the edge. A muffled moan left her throat, vibrating his cock in her strangling tight channel. Law exploded in a growl, losing all control. His hands fisted into her hair, pumping her pretty mouth over his spasming cock.

  Magdalena’s keening sounds continued, spurring him on. The first hot spurts of semen shot from his tip and she milked him, taking everything he had. His body quivered in spent ecstasy, leaving him weak and at the same time empowered. She slid off his still erect penis and licked her lips like the little devil she was.

  In methodical paths she kissed him from toe to torso, paying no special attention to his scars, but neither avoiding them, accepting all of him in one more perfect show of affection. When she finally stood, Law pulled her against his chest and squeezed her supple body to his.

  “I love you, Law.”

  He scooped her into his arms and welded their mouths together, mixing their essences in a consuming kiss.

  “I’m going to show you just how much I love you, tart.”

  Law turned Magdalena to face the mirror, pushed her chest forward, and palmed her hip. The rounds of her delicious ass plumped in front of his saluting dick. Her back bowed in a sweeping curve that made his mouth water with the yearning to lick it.

  Her eyes rounded. “Again?”

  “I’m just sorry I’m busted up.”

  “Doesn’t seem to be slowing you down any.”

  “If I loved your body as many times, in as many ways, as my brain invents, you’d never walk right again.”

  Magdalena dragged her bottom lip through her white teeth and arched deep, rubbing her boobs against the countertop, and nestled her hot slit over his rock hard penis.

  “Magdalena.”

  Law twined his hand in her unruly hair, anchored the other at her hip, and thrust deep. Her mouth fell open on a cry that flash froze him until the set of her shoulders gentled and the strangle hold she had on his dick relaxed. He pulled from her core and slid gently back home. Magdalena wrapped him in her wet satin embrace and welcomed him farther inside her than he’d ever been.

  He leaned over her back, covering her body with his own. Law sidled his face next to hers and with the help of the reflective glass bore his gaze into hers.

  “I love you,” he said.

  He kissed a line across her cheek and down the curve of her back as far as he could, settling in to measured thrusts. His legs burned as he crouched, keeping them in line. He enjoyed the heat of their union, rolling his hips to hit the perfect spot. It would take time to learn her body, and he could only look forward to the education with unmatched excitement.

  Law’s blonde beauty moaned. He ground hard against the tender point that stirred her passion then pounded with unrelenting strokes. Magdalena’s hands, splayed wide on the counter, squeaked as they slipped from the force of his primal desire. She planted her hands on the mirror, framing the picture of her flushed face. The heat from their sweat-soaked bodies formed steamy halos around her fingers on the cool glass, framing her heavily lidded eyes. Her new position allowed him a prime view of her bouncing rack. It was enough to break his control and pitch him into the yawning chasm of bliss.

  “You’re
so beautiful.”

  Her answering moan let him know he wasn’t the only one with broken restraint. Law released the last vestige of discipline, giving himself over to the ferocity of their lovemaking. He rammed balls-deep until they both screamed their release in panted growls.

  Magdalena rested her head on the counter and he collapsed onto her back, holding his weight from crushing her with shaky legs. Their sweat and breaths mingled as their hearts drummed the ancient beat of lusty love.

  “I think,” she gasped, “we need another shower.”

  “I can’t be sorry about it.”

  “Me either.”

  Her giggle shook his head. The peals brought a dopey smile to his face. Law disengaged from her tight body and pulled her into his arms. She came willingly, knotting her arms around his neck and legs around his middle. A sting in his battered torso reminded him of the precariousness of their situation, but he blocked it out a moment longer, reveling in the magic of Magdalena.

  “We have some stuff to figure out, but we’ll do it together,” he assured.

  Her brilliant smile was all the answer he required. But too soon it fell and her brow pinched. “Oh Lord.”

  “What is it?”

  “Willow. I need to talk to her, to make sure she’s okay and find out what the hell she’s involved in. But first, we have to make sure we’re not wanted by the Met. We left two dead bodies in our fumes.”

  “My Hog doesn’t fume.”

  His attempt to lighten her clouding mood worked a bit. She bopped his nose with her index finger.

  “Be serious.”

  “All right. Seriously, I’d like to find Willow myself. If this has nothing to do with Africa then it has a hell of a lot to do with her, and I want answers.” He brushed a hand over her mass of hair. “We’re not fugitives from the law. Khani took care of it.”

  “How do you know? And how does she have so much power?”

  “Trust me, tart.”

  He smacked her bare ass. She yelped then narrowed her gaze. Law muted her tirade with his lips over hers. She’d just slipped her tongue into his mouth when a sharp knock echoed through the door.

  Magdalena gripped his shoulders and reared back.

  “Shh, it’s okay. That’s probably Khani with our food. Finally. You go get that shower started and I’ll get the door.”

  32

  It took some cajoling, but Magdalena ambled warily toward the bathroom. Law waited until the door closed behind her apple-round bottom then he lunged for the Sig he’d stuffed under the mattress last night and headed for the far corner of the window. He peeked into the tiny crack of light between the curtain and frame and saw his adopted sister shift from one foot to the other in uncharacteristic fashion. His grip on the gun tightened as he flipped the safety and surveyed the surrounding area without shifting the thick fabric.

  Few vehicles occupied the motor court of the small motel they’d chosen on the outskirts of the city. He’d have liked to have gotten them farther away, but had begun to press more and more of his weight onto Magdalena’s back, unable to fight the fragility of his battered state any longer.

  Khani’s smoky-grey Benz sat beside his Harley. The car slung low on the pavement like a leopard waiting to unleash its power. A delivery truck parked by the registry office drew his hard gaze. When the portly transporter rounded the truck’s rear with a handful of envelopes, he studied the other cars in the lot. None carried passengers or hid ready gunman. Not that he could see anyway.

  Law snagged his blood-crusted jeans from the pile of his dirty clothes and slipped them on. He opened the door, hanging back in the low-lit room, scanning the office windows and cars for movement.

  “You looked properly fucked,” Khani said by way of greeting.

  He flashed her a grin, still watching her back.

  “And overly cautious.” Khani shook her head. “You think I’d have knocked on your door, if someone was following me? Give me some credit, Pierce.”

  Law stowed his Sig in the rear waist of his pants and shrugged. “Sorry.”

  Her normally impeccably styled hair sat high atop her head in a messy bun. The artful painting of make-up smudged about her eyes. Not like she’d been crying, but maybe sweating heavily. Her cheeks flushed a high rose. The swell and hue of her lips resembled Magdalena’s well-loved mouth. Someone had kissed off Khani’s wild lip color of the day. Law’s money was on the rookie she’d taken an especially long time pulling a bullet out of. Guess he wasn’t hurt too bad.

  “I’m not the only one. Properly fucked, that is,” he said with a grin.

  She thrust a plastic bag with three takeout boxes into his hand. “Oh, I’m totally fucked. Fucked up,” she growled.

  “Want to come in and talk about it?”

  Her face contorted into a sneer.

  “Never mind. I’m here, if you need me.”

  “Yeah, and you better stay put this time. I have two men on your room.” As if just remembering, she shifted uncomfortably in her mussed clothes. “Give me an hour to get my shit together and we’ll reconvene.”

  “They’re not close.”

  “No, sniper and spotter.”

  He nodded. “We need to start with her roommate this time. Willow May Wren.”

  “I’ll get a dossier worked up and have it ready. One hour.”

  Khani turned and walked away, but her no-nonsense strides hunched at the shoulders. Damn. She’d screwed a subordinate and herself in the process. Possibly her career, but most assuredly her own strict moral code. Khani was no saint, but when it came to her job she had impeccable scruples. Had.

  When the rumbling car shot past, Law touched his finger to his bowed head then locked the door’s bolt and metal latch. It wasn’t much protection, but the guys at the highest of three rolling ridges toward the east reassured him. The Base Branch snipers were the best in the world. Just like their agents.

  Law deposited the bag and its mouthwatering contents onto the small dresser and ignored his protesting stomach as he walked toward the bathroom. When the knob twisted from the interior his hope to catch Magdalena wet and ready fell. She exited in a rush and assessed the room with two brisk rakes of her lovely gaze.

  “I think that’s a world record for water conservation. Did you even get behind your ears?”

  The worry in her furrowed brow smoothed as she pinned him with her gaze and unsuccessfully wrestled back a smile.

  “Nosey reporter.” Law lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers.

  “Journalist. Nosey journalist.”

  She mumbled against his mouth, her hand shoving at his chest. He tucked her in his embrace and stood, lifting her feet off the ground. Her giggles warmed his belly and spread a grin across his face.

  “You’re still wet.”

  “I’m always ready for you.” She snugged her arms around his neck and kissed his bruise and the forming scar on his brow. Her gaze snagged on something behind him. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Except when there’s a bag of warm breakfast singing a siren song to my concaved belly.”

  It was his turn to laugh. He hugged her tightly and set her on her feet with a light smack on her towel-covered cheek. “Go eat. I’m going to grab a shower then join you. Save me a little.”

  “You better hurry.” Over her shoulder she winked.

  He did hurry, giving her world record cleaning a run for its money. Law was ready to sit across the table from Magdalena and drink her in as he ate the hell out of his meal. Only he didn’t find her putting a dent in the mountain of food Khani brought.

  The box sat, opened but abandoned, on the table. The television warbled from the dresser and Magdalena sat on the edge of the bed, her feet propped on the railing, typing furiously onto the laptop’s keyboard. Her hair hung wet on her shoulders, and a crop of gooseflesh grew on her skin.

  “I saw him,” she said.

  “Who? And where?” Immediately, his grip firmed on the gun he’d brought with him into the bathroom. />
  “The weasel. On the TV.”

  Law plucked a towel from a short stack and hurried to Magdalena. He knelt at her feet and spread the cloth over her shoulders, lifting her wet hair atop it. She continued assaulting the computer with rapid strikes of her fingers which no longer seemed so delicate, but skillful and determined. As tenacious as the woman they belonged to.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “He was in the background at a press conference for the Prime Minister.”

  The hunger in his gut twisted, forming an entirely different and unwelcome sensation. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and he reached for it, if for no other reason than to give his brain a second to catch up. Khani’s encrypted phone number showed on the I.D. and he hit the screen to accept the call. The question she asked in lieu of a greeting had the one-two punch effect of rendering him momentarily mute. He dropped the phone from his mouth and stared at Magdalena. After a second she met his gaze and stilled.

  “What?”

  “Did you know Willow’s father was the Minister of State for Trade and Investment, the Lord Wren?”

  “Oh my God.” Her hands froze on the keys and her shoulders slumped.

  “Your hour just got cut in half, Khani. Get here as soon as you can. Magdalena saw the dick that started all this at a press conference for the Prime Minister.”

  Law hung up before she had time to gauge or ask questions he didn’t know the answers to, yet. He shoved the computer and phone to the side and grabbed Magdalena’s ice-cold hands.

  “We’ve been friends for so long, he’s just always been Willow’s dad to me. Not some power wielding government official. I’ve never even met him, busy as he is.”

  “It’s no coincidence Willow’s dad is a member of the House of Lords and you saw the perpetrator in the press core, so near the Prime Minister.”

  “Law, he wasn’t with the press. He was in the background with the Minister’s staff.”