Without any remorse, I began my ambush, transfixed as my cock thrust in and out violently. She was in rhythm with me, wildly bouncing around, her tits swinging from the force. Her ass cheeks began to turn red from the friction. The smell of sex filled the room along with the sounds of hard fucking.
“Sweetheart, if you could see what I’m seeing. My dick is drilling into you so damn fiercely. Each time my balls slap against your clit, I can feel the head touch your womb.”
“It feels so deep. It hurts so good, Justice. Don’t stop.”
Placing a thumb inside her back hole and massaging her clit while jamming her pussy with my cock, I had all the bases covered except her tits.
“Play with your nipples, princess.”
She obliged, and the sensation for her must have been out of the stratosphere because she began keening like a fucking dying animal. I could feel the orgasm powering forward. All of a sudden, she let out a throaty wail followed by a shockwave of spasms that had me holding on tight so I didn’t lose her. She went off like a firecracker, clenching my cock and releasing. Clenching and releasing, pulling my own climax from me. Her asshole was spasming around my thumb just as violently, and I knew she was experiencing the mother of all orgasms.
Yelling my name, she fought for breath as I kept up my pounding, drawing out her pleasure until everything in me constricted and rolled forward like a hurricane from my feet to the tip of my cock and everywhere in between. Pleasure surged out of my balls and down my granite cock until I lost my breath and shattered, injecting an endless spray of semen deep into Lil’s channel.
“Uuuuhhh!” I grunted over and over with each surge of bliss, out of my mind with gratification.
We throbbed together for a bit, and then I pulled out of her, collapsing on my stomach beside her.
Now that was by far the best fuck I’d ever had. Lil collapsed on her belly too, the heavy cast on her leg protecting the break, her head facing me, eyes barely able to open. Seeing her in that moment, with satisfaction oozing out of her pores, was so insanely sexy. I’d done that to her. I’d ruined her. She’d be sore tomorrow. Hell, she’d be sore for a week, and that was just fine by me.
She laughed on a loud exhale.
“What?” I asked.
“You. That. What we just did! Holy crap!”
That had me smiling. Not a cocky smile. A genuine, cheek-splitting one. I lifted my thumb to her mouth and circled her lips, needing to touch her. She instinctively sucked and bit down hard, stealing my breath and dragging a deep hum from my throat. Her eyes targeted mine, and I was done for. Fuck!
“Mmm. No complaints here. You continue to surprise me.”
Her pink tongue teased the end of my thumb before she kissed it and sank her head back on the pillow, turning on her side to face me.
“I’ve never had a guy put his finger…in there.” Briefly she looked over her shoulder and down toward her ass, which made me laugh.
“Your ass? Did you like it?”
Her cheeks pinked up further, letting me know she was embarrassed talking about it. “I guess.”
That had me chuckling some more. “Oh, you liked it, princess. Trust me. I could feel how much you loved it.”
Her whole face glowed and it did something to me. Something that scared the shit out of me.
Just the simple expression she wore brought an ache to my chest. Not in a bad way, but in a way I didn’t know how to handle. She was looking at me as if she actually gave a damn, and that was something I wasn’t used to.
She’d come for me when I’d raced from the house earlier. No one had ever made the effort or cared enough to chase me before. I had to ask.
“Why did you come find me this morning? How did you know I was there? The gate, it was locked.”
Pulling my thumb away from her mouth, I let her speak.
“I was worried. You took off all of a sudden like you wanted to kill someone or something. We gave you some time, but all I could think about was you getting hurt by one of the animals. My dad, he found blood…”
That surprised me. “You thought I’d sacrificed myself?”
“I didn’t know.”
While she wasn’t asking me what had me so upset, I knew she was waiting for me to elaborate, but there was no way I was going there. As it was, the afterglow of our hard fucking was wearing off, and the familiar tension had worked its way into my neck and shoulders.
Sitting up and swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I stood to go. Before I did, Lil grabbed my arm.
“Wait. You don’t have to leave.”
I did have to. Not only was I feeling things I couldn’t feel with her, I needed to go take a shower and put some space between us. The brutal sex had helped my mood, but it was only temporary. A band-aid solution. Man, what a fix though. That girl was something else. While I’d been pounding into her, nothing else had existed. No past. No monsters. Just her sweet body responding to mine. I had her scent all over me.
Glancing back at her, dragging in a breath at the sight of her naked and post orgasmic, I said, “I’m going to the stables to bang in some nails. Mind if I take your truck?”
Hesitation had her sitting up and shooting me a surprised look at my question. “Uh, okay. If you want. Keys are on the kitchen table.”
I was probably being a dick by not staying with her and snuggling like all women wanted, but I just couldn’t do it. It wasn’t something I was familiar with. I couldn’t be what she needed.
Flickers of memory came to me like dry, weathered leaves blowing in the autumn breeze, sporadically drifting through my consciousness. As a small boy, I’d craved the nearness of others but could never get it because the people I’d been handed over to were incapable of showing me such compassionate gestures.
My birth mother didn’t exist in my head. I had no recall of her at all. I didn’t know why she had given me up for adoption or if she even still lived. She hadn’t wanted me, so I didn’t want or need her.
The coldness I’d been shown throughout my life had become a part of me. I wasn’t sure how to give affection without it being sexually related. I didn’t want to offer up my vulnerability only to be kicked in the teeth, so that side of me was locked away, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to access it.
Gathering a fresh set of clothes on my way past, I headed for the shower first. Dried blood still clung to my skin, and I smelled of sweat and sex. Not that I wanted to wash the smell of Lil from me, but I needed the sting of the hard spray and the heat of the water to help clear my head.
“Justice?” Lil called from the bedroom as I walked into the bathroom.
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you grab something to eat on your way out. There’s leftovers in the fridge.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
Shutting the door a tad too hard, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at Lil’s attempt to look out for me again.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Lil
Rolling over onto my back and splaying out like a starfish, I gazed up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the extreme sex I’d just experienced.
Holy hell! That was the craziest, most intense session I’d ever had. My body ached all over, and my pussy burned from the pounding Justice had delivered. Hot didn’t even begin to cover what had happened.
He’d seemed so into me. Into the moment. I hoped, for a while, he’d forgotten about his troubles and been able to find some relief. It sure had sounded like he had. Wow! The strangled groan that had rode the wave of his orgasm had been super sexy.
How was I going to stop myself from wanting that again? Truth was, I couldn’t. I needed it again. Justice had made me feel the intensity that I craved. He’d pushed me almost to my limits, and I’d loved every second of it. Afterwards, he’d touched me like I actually mattered, and then his walls had come back up the moment conversation had begun. He was so closed off—I feared I’d never reach him.
Not wanting to lie in
bed and dwell on things any longer, I rose and went to grab something to eat, famished after my escapades. I heard the shower switch off and my truck start up, so I had the place to myself.
I was almost to the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Upon answering it, I was met with the cheeky grin of a disheveled male. Nate.
“Hey, gorgeous!” he crooned, his eyes crinkling in the corners before they widened as he took in my appearance. I could only imagine that I looked a hot mess. I probably screamed the words, “I’ve just had incredible sex.”
“Hey yourself. You don’t have to knock, Nate. You’re practically family. Come on in. I was just about to get a bite to eat. Are you hungry?”
“Sure. What’s on offer?” He shut the front door and followed me in to the kitchen.
I wasn’t sure if there was more to his question than me giving him food, but I chose to ignore it. He was always like that around me. I’d learned to brush off his innuendoes over time. He knew that he felt like a brother to me and things would never go any further, but still, he persisted with the flirting. I wondered how he would react to the knowledge that I’d slept with Justice.
Should I even tell him? He knew something was up with me, so I decided to see how it would play out. Perhaps if he knew I’d been intimate with Justice, he’d stop flirting with me.
“So…uh…everything okay?” he asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down as I looked from him back into the fridge for food.
“Yes, why?”
“You look kind of flustered, and your hair is a bird’s nest.”
Knowing I probably looked guilty, I pondered on how I would handle it. “Gee thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel attractive.”
Taking some ham and salad from the fridge I asked, “Sandwich?”
“That sounds great, and you should know by now, Lil, that you always look stunning to me.”
Ugh. Not what I needed. “Ha. Even when I’m hauling bloodied, dead carcasses out of the truck into a den of lions?”
Spreading the bread, I kept my back to Nate so I couldn’t see his expression. I didn’t want to see the unrequited look of longing on his face.
“Hell yeah. That’s even better. Girls who get their hands dirty and play rough are such a turn-on.”
That’s when I turned, and with the butter knife in my hand, I began to say, “Look, Nate, we’ve had this conversation before…”
“I know. I know. Just friends. You can’t blame a guy for trying, though.”
“I guess not.”
“Speaking of guys, where’s the new kid?”
“Oh, he’s fixing up the old stables.”
“Serious? You’re gonna get a horse?”
“Eventually. One, maybe two. I’ve always wanted one. It’s good riding country around here.”
“That’s a fact. Let me know when you’re ready to buy. I know a guy on a farm about an hour away who’s got some mares for sale.”
“Wow. That would be awesome! Thanks so much.”
“You’re welcome.” He paused, and I met his gaze as I turned to hand him his sandwich. He had something on his mind. I could tell. “So…did something happen that you want to tell me about?”
Truth be told, I didn’t want to tell Nate now. I needed to sort out my head first. I needed to see how things were going to be between me and Justice.
“Uh, not really. We had an incident this morning with Justice but apart from that, everything’s good.”
Sitting up straighter and narrowing his eyes he asked, “What sort of an incident?”
“We were watching the news, and a broadcast came on about a foster dad who has been abusing his kids. Justice went white in the face first and then red as a tomato. He clenched his fists and got up and stormed out. We found him later. He’d scaled the elephant enclosure and was sitting amongst them looking like his whole world had crashed.”
I sat opposite Nate and took a bite of my sandwich, chewing the mouthful before adding, “Something about that segment on the television totally freaked him out.”
“He was in foster care, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think he knew the perpetrator?”
“What else could it be apart from he knew one of the kids that had been abused?”
“Have you tried talking to him?”
“Sort of, but he is so closed off I don’t think he’ll ever tell.”
“Hmm. What’s his last name? I could look into it and try and find out some details. It’s a wonder the parole officer didn’t leave you with a file on the guy.”
“His last name is Armstrong. The officer did leave some paperwork, but there’s nothing incriminating about the foster care system in it.”
Nate sat chewing, appearing to mull something over in his brain.
“Do you happen to know if Armstrong is his birth name?”
Shrugging, I said, “I couldn’t tell you. He may have changed it for all I know. How come?”
“If I’m going to find out more about the guy, it seems logical to start with his birth certificate.” Downing the last of his sandwich, he was up and heading for the back door. “I’m heading up to the rescue center. Is that where Tom is?”
“Uh huh. He left well over an hour ago.”
Alone again, I wondered what Nate would find on Justice and if we could delve into his past enough to figure out what had gone on to have him so freaked out.
While I was finishing my sandwich, an idea came to me. It was a long shot but one worth looking at.
Rising with my crutches, I made my way down the hall to Justice’s room. I had plenty of time up my sleeve and wanted to see if he had anything in his small bag that might help me solve the riddle that had been his life. I normally hated snooping, but seeing how broken he’d been earlier had me needing to find answers if I was going to try and help him.
My truck would notify me of his arrival, so all I would need to do would be to keep my ears honed in while I took a quick peek.
Pushing his door open, I was surprised to see the bed neatly made. Hmm. He didn’t seem like the type, but then, there was more to Justice than I would probably ever know.
Searching around for the bag he’d arrived with, I couldn’t locate it, so I opened the wardrobe to see if he’d placed it there. Empty. Where else would he put it and why would it be hidden? Could there be something in it from his past that he didn’t want anyone to find?
I’m not sure why I tip-toed when I was the only one in the house, but if I didn’t make a sound, I felt I could avoid being caught.
There wasn’t much in the room that could be used as a hiding spot, so I moved over to the bed. Leaning down on my good leg, I lifted the cover, peering underneath. Bingo. Justice’s bag was the only thing under there. I had to lie on my stomach and reach out to grab it. With it in my hot little hands I couldn’t help but feel like whatever was inside was going to reveal something about the elusive criminal living with us.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took a moment to pause and listen for any sounds that might alert me to someone’s presence, but all I could hear was the drip of the leaky tap in the bathroom.
Knowing I was pushing the boundaries of friendship, if you could even call my relationship with Justice that, I gulped loudly and opened the bag.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Justice
Pounding nails into wood was therapy. It had eased the darkness within and helped me settle. My thoughts were consumed with Lil and the frantic sex we’d had. Christ! That had been some seriously insane shit. No one, and I mean no one, had ever had me take them like that before. My groin still tingled. My cock had never really softened, and all I wanted to do was take her again.
Something about her had burrowed under my skin. It both comforted and frightened the hell out of me. Watching the way she was with her father and the normalcy of their relationship further drove home how fucked-up my relationships had been. What they had was all I’d eve
r wanted, and yet for some goddam reason, I’d never been meant to have it.
Lifting my head at the sound of a vehicle, I noticed it was Nate stopping by. He’d obviously spoken to Lil first. He was the male I felt most comfortable around, maybe because he spoke my language. He’d lived on the wrong side of town and been in trouble with the law.
Downing my tools, I wiped my sweaty brow and walked over to meet him, wondering if he was merely being friendly or was there an ulterior motive.
“Hey, bro,” said Nate, giving me a guy hug.
“Hi.”
“How’s the stables coming along?”
“Getting there. There’s more wood that needs replacing than I thought. I’m probably only a quarter of the way through.”
“Keeps you outa mischief, I guess.” He grinned. “Speaking of mischief, I heard you achieved the impossible this morning!”
What was he talking about? Did Lil mention our little tryst? She wouldn’t, would she? It was no one’s damn business but ours.
“Huh?”
“Got into the elephant enclosure without a key.”
Phew. Relief washed over me. “Didn’t come out unscathed though. That fence bites.”
“Well, that’s the purpose of it.”
Wasn’t that a fact? I wouldn’t be doing anything that stupid for a while. Wrecked a perfectly good pair of jeans and a shirt too.
“Show me what you’ve done so far.” Nate nodded to where I’d been working.
We ambled over so he could see how much I’d done. It was easy to figure out because the new planks of wood stood out from the old ones.
“You’re doing a great job. Lil’s been wanting to get this fixed up for the last couple of years, but we’ve all been too busy.”
“I’m enjoying it. Didn’t think I would, as I’ve never done this sort of thing.”
“Have you had a job?”
“Nah. I lived on the streets since my last foster home. Stealing and shit. No one would give me a go.”
“Until Tom. Must have been hard, living in the foster system.”
Looking at my feet, the familiar ache in my chest manifested. “You could say that.”
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