Lexi's Justice

by Renee Shearer

  Colter immediately reared back, concern written all over his face, “What is it, Lexi? Are you okay?”

  “My back…” I panted. I didn’t want to stop but I couldn’t lay on my back either.

  “Okay, let’s stop then. It’s okay.”

  “I don't want to stop, Colter. Unless you're having second thoughts?”

  “No. But I don’t want to hurt you either.”

  “I have an idea.” I slid off the swing as gracefully as I could, turning us so he was sitting on the swing. “Now help me up.”

  I grinned at him; his eyes lit up when he finally got what I meant to do. I had no idea what he had planned when we came out here, but I was about to rock his world.

  “Mmm...gladly.” My heart was going to beat out of my chest as he reached for me again. I spread my legs in eager anticipation as he lifted my tall and not so skinny frame with ease.

  I purposely didn’t slide him inside of me, I wanted to kiss and explore a little more. Who the hell was I trying to kid? I wanted to torture him some more like he had tortured me in the shower. Denying him what he so clearly wanted, if his rock hard dick was any indication. I squirmed a little feeling his cock jump against my ass.

  “Kiss me.” I breathed, leaning down to capture his lips with mine.

  Our hands were all over each other, learning all the dips and curves each other had. I couldn’t help but kiss his neck and chest. He tasted like heaven, sweet with a bit of spice. I was getting drunk off of him. I couldn't get enough.

  He gently raised me up so he could suckle my breasts. I cried out in ecstasy. This man knew what he was doing, with his hands and mouth.

  I couldn't take anymore, I pushed on his shoulders, when he leaned back I kissed Colt with everything I had in me. Shifting my hips I rode him, my pussy soaking his cock making the glide easier. He didn’t make a move to enter me, instead grabbing my hips and moaning.

  “Oh damn, you feel good, Lex, even if your pussy isn’t wrapped around my hard cock. “

  His dirty talk turned me on even more and I moaned.

  “We’ll have to rectify that situation.” I panted.

  I’ve always liked sex to be wild and free, just borderline of too rough. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I lifted up slightly positioning his cock at my entrance. We both groaned as I slammed my ass back down on him, burying him as deep as he could go in one smooth motion. Not giving either of us time to catch our breath I started to rock back and forth, up and down in a steady rhythm. Picking up the pace as pleasure swirled in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. I felt like a powder keg. One spark was all it would take to set me off. Colt spanking my ass was the spark that sent me flying. I moaned loud and long, throwing my head back. Colter’s own groan soon followed me into blissful oblivion.

  I laid my head on his chest panting, Colter rubbed soothing circles on the unmarred part of my back, which now ached fiercely. Well hell, even that little bit was too much for me, but so worth it.

  His chest rumbled with his laughter, “Very worth it.””

  “I have got to keep my thoughts on the inside. Stupid mouth.”

  “Hey, I love your mouth, don’t call it stupid.” Colter poked me in my side causing giggles to break free.

  A yawn overtook me, I felt my jaw crack with how big it was. “Damn, I am suddenly very tired, what did you do to me?”

  “I’m guessing that was you saying you’re tired. I couldn’t really tell, I don’t speak Lexanese, yet.”

  A small smile slipped over my lips as my eyes closed, Roxy used to always tell me I could go from speaking coherently to speaking a whole other language when I got tired.

  I lost count of the number of times that I was in the middle of a conversation late at night and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the morning.

  “Come on, Cinderella. It’s obviously pumpkin time.” He softly told me, slipping off the swing, Colt carried my sleepy form to a bedroom. I think it was his as the soft sheets smelled like him.

  The last thing I heard was him whispering, “Sweet dreams, M’ionmhas. You really are my treasure.” he brushed back my hair, kissing my temple, before my world faded to black.

  Thirty

  The smell of coffee was the first thing my brain registered in the morning. Quickly followed by the smell of bacon, and someone singing. I laid in the bed, smiling, Colter had a wonderful singing voice. He was a smooth baritone, like good old Frank. I loved listening to Frank Sinatra when I was gardening.

  I frowned, I really had to get back to my house, set things straight. I didn’t want people thinking I was dead. It didn’t sit well with me. I’m sure the boys were just being paranoid and cautious. I appreciated it, I really did, but now it was time for me to go home.

  I sighed, stretching sleepily, smiling at the feel of the satin sheets against my skin. But, oh man, the perks of being with these guys. I really need to get some, and I’m not just talking about sex.

  I chuckled and grudgingly got out of bed. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth I headed out to the kitchen. I stopped short when I reached the living room, seeing Colter shaking his hips, and singing ‘Here’s to Us’. That image would always be burned into my memory for as long as I lived. He knew every word to a song that was on the TV show Victorious. A Disney channel show back in the early 2010’s. Not that I watched it myself or anything, nope not at all.

  A grin broke out on my face, I had yet to see him so relaxed. Whatever he was making smelled great too, hopefully he was as good of a cook as Shane. What the hell was I going to do? I’ve only known them for a short while yet my heart was already invested in all of them.

  I shook my head and focused back on the yummy specimen of a man that I had in front of me. If I couldn’t have them all forever, then I would have to make do with the time I did have with them. I would just have to keep my heart out of it as much as I possibly could. I didn’t need to be heartbroken after all of this was over.

  I covered my mouth with my hand trying to stop the laughter as the next song came on, this one also from a Disney channel show or movie, I couldn’t remember which one. But I knew it was Demi Lovato singing with one of the Jonas Brothers.

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, he’s really getting into it now, stirring something on the stove, shaking his hips as he belted out the song.

  Colt shouted, “Whoo!” spinning around, he saw me standing there with a big ass grin on my face, he stopped dead in his tracks. The pancake batter he was mixing didn’t like that as it sloshed over the side of the bowl and onto his hand.

  He smiled widely, ignoring his hand, “Good morning beautiful! How did you sleep?”

  “Well, I closed my eyes and my body did the rest.”

  He blinked at me for a second before throwing his head back and laughing. “Touché, Lex. I meant did you sleep well?”

  I chuckled and sat down at the island so I could watch him work. “Very well, thank you. Nice moves you got there. I didn’t peg you for a Disney Fan.”

  I was fascinated by the blush that crawled across his cheeks. Turning back to the stove he flipped something in a pan. I didn’t know a man could blush. It was darling, though I highly doubted Colt would like me telling him he looked darling when he blushed.

  “What can I say, I like the heartwarming messages they bring and the music is upbeat. When you’re in a war zone, with people trying to kill you every second of the day you need to find ways to unwind. Get that shit off your mind or you go crazy.”

  He was just to adorable, clearing his throat, he turned around with something in his hand.

  I looked down and it was a phone, puzzled I looked back up at Colter to see him grinning again. Damn that grin made me want to jump his bones right here, right now. Down girl, you just had him last night.

  True keep them around long enough and the vibrator might even get a break.

  Oh shut up!

  I focused on Colter again, he was still grinning at me. ‘What? I snapped, snatching the phone fr
om his hand.

  “Nothing,” He held up his hands, backing away. “I just like watching you do your inner monologue that's all.

  “I don’t...wait how do you know I’m talking to myself?”

  “Because you tend to bite your lip and mumble. So it’s not really to yourself.”

  Shit, I didn’t even realize I did that. It had to be from living alone, sometimes when no-one was there it got a bit to quiet so I talked out loud to myself just to hear someone’s voice. Which was funny when I thought about it. Lately between Christian’s incessant need to be with me 24/7, work and maintaining what little friendships I had left, I had craved the silence. Of course these past couple of weeks have taught me I needed to value the people in my life more. Except Christian, that asswipe could rot in hell for all I cared.

  I shook my head, focusing once again on Colter, I turned the phone over and over in my hand, giving him a quizzical look. ‘It’s yours. I picked it up this morning.”

  “This morning?” I narrowed my eyes at him as he turned and headed back to the stove. “Just how long have you been up?” I set the phone on the counter.

  He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t that big of a deal, “Since 5:30. I’m used to getting up early.”

  I was floored, getting up that early just didn’t compute in my brain. “I can’t function before 7am. Hence why I need lots of coffee.”

  “Here I made you a cup.”

  “hmm..’ I made a non-committal noise as I took the cup he pointed too, taking a small sip. Most guys I knew that were in the military took there’s black and strong as hell, assuming everyone else did as well. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that not only was it the perfect temperature but also the perfect balance of bitter to sweet.

  “How the hell did you know how I take my coffee?” I asked, tasting the hint of cinnamon. I always added a dash of cinnamon to my coffee and only used French vanilla creamer. Why mess with perfection, right?

  Again he shrugged, throwing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Magical powers. Thought I showed you last night that I had some.”

  “Yeah, but only some.” I sniffed, taking another sip to hide my smirk at his pointed glare.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer, giggles started to slip out, soon full-blown laughter was erupting out of me so hard I was snorting, and making a sound like a wheezing chicken. I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed my sides and howled in laughter, almost falling off the chair. Next thing I know I’m covered in pancake batter.

  My laughter dried up quickly as I snapped back up with a gasp, Colter was smirking at me, “That will teach you to laugh at a man’s magical powers”

  I snorted again, wiping the batter out of my eyes just as Colter snapped a picture of me. I narrowed my eyes at him, “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Jones. Some day when you least expect it. I will get my revenge.”

  I calmly and slowly picked up the pitcher of orange juice on the counter, I saw Colter flinch, taking a step back. I fought hard to keep the mischievous glint, I knew I had, out of my eyes as I poured myself a glass. Ignoring the batter I felt sliding down my back.

  Oh yes, he is going to get it, they say all is fair in love and war, don’t they? Welp, I’m about to put that to the test.

  Standing up from the island, I threw out a random question. I made sure to leave the pitcher of juice close, but not to close. “So, since you like Disney shows. Do you watch non-cartoon musicals too?”

  He grinned sheepishly, nodding. I quickly grabbed the pitcher and tossed the orange juice in his direction, hoping for a direct hit since he was slightly distracted. To my dismay, he dodged it easily, and it splattered all over the floor.

  “How...but--that’s not possible...You were supposed to get wet.” I sputtered.

  “One, I’m a Marine. You can't sneak up on me or throw shit at me without me knowing. Two, getting wet is what you're supposed to do, sweetheart. Not me, remember?” He winked at me.

  Good God, those winks could make a nun spread her legs.

  Looking into his hazel eyes so full of laughter and light, I made a split second decision, which I should never do, and launched myself at him.

  Just like I knew he would, he caught me, I proceeded to rub my pancake batter wearing body all over him, as I assaulted his mouth.

  His fingers dug into my ass, pulling me closer, moaning at the taste of me. I loved the urgent sounds he made in regard to me. Like he was starving and I was his buffet. He walked forward to set me down on the Island counter, continuing to ravage my mouth.

  Smiling, I gripped his mouth lightly in my teeth. Reaching behind me I grabbed the glass of juice I poured, quickly I let go of his mouth and dumped the orange juice over his head. Giggling, I jumped down as he sputtered and cursed, backing away. Skirting past him I ran back to the bathroom and shut the door.

  I was just stepping under the spray when Colter joined me. I gave him a saucy wink this time, “Now’s who wet?”

  He chuckled and stripped; my mouth dried up. I was parched looking at all the orange juice running down his chest. I wanted to lap it all up, and quench my thirst.

  I rolled my eyes, Jesus girl, calm your tits. I chastised myself.

  “We may both be wet, but I bet I can make you wetter.”

  “Bring it on, Soldier.”

  He gave me a wicked smile and pulled me in close. Yep, I can definitely get used to this.

  Thirty-One

  An hour later I was back in the living room with my coffee once again listening to Colter sing. He delivered on his promise of making me wetter.

  Flopping down onto the couch, I managed not to spill any of my coffee. Score. One point for me, a big fat zero for the coffee.

  Shaking my head at myself, I smiled, looking back down at my new phone, I saw that it had all four of the guys programed in and Britt. A wave of sadness washed over me that I didn’t have many other numbers to add to these when I got home. In a split second anger took over; it was all because of that fuckwad Christian. I jabbed Britt’s name, I had to speak with my best friend, find out why in the hell she was keeping secrets from me. And ask her again what I should do, see if she changed her mind about the guys.

  I never realized how much Christian was able to isolate me. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I let that happen?

  “Idiot” I muttered into the phone just as Britt answered.

  “Brit’s Whore House, you got the dough, I got the hoe. What’s your pleasure? Also, I know I'm not the brightest bulb in the shed at times but no need for name calling, you slut.”

  I chuckled, “Sorry Brit. I wasn’t talking to you. I was calling myself an idiot.”

  “Why? Because you finally realized that you need to start living like your grandmother and shack up with all those hot hunky men?” I could practically see her eyebrows wag.

  I laughed, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see me. Sneaking a glance at Colter still singing and dancing in the kitchen, as he tried to salvage breakfast, I couldn’t help but sigh, “Hmm... you may have a point on that one. But no, I'm calling to chew your skanky ass out!” Scowling into the phone, I snapped “What the fuck, Brit? Why would you go along with this farce?”

  “Um. I’ll have you know that it was four days of agony for me before I even knew what had happened. The fucking cops wouldn’t do anything because you’re an adult and with your recent breakup they said you probably decided on an impromptu trip to clear your head or some shit. The fuckerheads. When I get my hands on Matt’s neck I’m going to choke him more than he likes. Not to mention it really is a brilliant plan. The wannabe killer thinks you’re dead, and the guys can try and find him.”

  “Whoa, TMI Britt. I did not need to know that Detective Matt likes to be choked. Thanks for that fucking image.” I rubbed my eyes, like that would get rid of the picture in my head of Britt in a dominatrix outfit, hanging onto a choke collar, choking Matt.

  “You're totally welcome and consider that payback for leaving me alone to deal
with Christian. You rotten little bitch.”

  I stiffened, “What do you mean? He hasn’t tried to hurt you, has he?”

  I heard her snort over the phone and relaxed slightly, “As if. But his mood swings are giving me whiplash. One day he’s mopey and weepy, the next he’s pissed off at the world again. Oh! And they still haven’t found who killed David. I tried to tell Matt that the same guy could have killed you too, but he didn’t follow up. As far as they were concerned, you were the main suspect. At least until your body showed up. The detectives were not very happy when they found out you weren't going on a hike with your boyfriend, but had in fact broken up with him just hours after David was killed. At least that’s how they spun it. The dick suckers. A lot’s happened since I last saw you.”

  “Huh.” Not very articulate but it’s all I got at the moment. I had noticed his mood swings earlier, but trumped it up to him having a bad day as it wasn’t every day that he was like that. And I had absolutely no fucking words for the police thinking of me as a suspect.

  “Huh, that’s all you got?”

  I smirked; she really does know me so well. “Yep, all I got.”

  “Fine, where are you right now?”

  “I’m in Boston with Colter at their apartment here.”

  “Reeaally?” She drew the word out like Ace Ventura did making me laugh. “Please tell me you shagged him?”

  I shook my head, “Why should I tell you, you kept secrets, maybe I want to keep mine.”

  “Touché, you have a point, but tell me anyways, wench.”

  I chuckled, “I have to go, he just got done making breakfast.”

  “Damn girl, he cooks as well as looks like sin on a stick. I’m impressed and where can I find one like that?”

  “I don’t know about the second thing, but don’t be impressed, I still have to taste it.” I hung up to the sound of her laughter, looking up, Colter was staring at me funny. “What?” I chewed my lower lip thinking I had said something that would make him mad. Immediately I stiffened at my thoughts, standing up from the couch, I shook my finger at him, “I have the right to talk to whoever I want.”