Page 26 of Justice for Aleta

“Goodnight, sugar.” When his lips touched the back of her neck, he felt her sigh and scoot back against him. For once, his errant manparts didn’t defy him. They behaved themselves, and he was glad. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her, but he had to admit, holding her in his arms was heaven. In a few minutes, she rolled to face him, so he gathered her up in one arm and pulled her close. When her cheek rested on his chest, he stroked her hair and felt her snuggle in closer, so he tightened his grip.

They fell asleep like that, and Jack was happy, happier than he’d been in a long time. Aleta was a wonder. She was fighting back against everything that had ever held her down. Being there with her meant he could keep her safe and not make her feel confined, and that was exactly what he wanted.

Now if he could just make her understand when she was sober.

Chapter 5

Slight movement woke him,and his brain jumped into alert mode. Then he realized where he was and relaxed. Aleta was still curled against him, her arm across his chest, and he could feel her breasts press into his side. He swept a strand of hair back from her face and smiled at the soft, almost childlike look of her face there in the morning light. The tender kiss he placed on her forehead was rewarded with a tiny smile on her blush-red lips, and then her eyes opened a slit. “Good morning, sugar,” he whispered as he kissed her forehead again.

“Good morning,” she whispered back. In a split second, she snatched her arm back from across his chest and under the cover. “Oh, god, did we?”

“No. We did not.”

“But my bra?”

“I didn’t look and I didn’t touch. It just seemed to me that it would be uncomfortable, so I took it off. It’s right there.” Jack pointed behind him to the floor. “I just wanted you to sleep comfortably, that’s all.”

Her cheeks were scalded pink. “I got drunk, didn’t I?”

“Wellll, maybe a little tipsy, but I wouldn’t say drunk.” She glared at him. “Okay, drunk. You were drunk. But not really, really drunk.” That look stayed on her face. “Okay, pretty drunk. But you weren’t throwing up or passing out or anything. Nothing like that. Just wobbly and slurring your words. Oh, and you lost your shoe. And you reached for your purse and missed. So not too bad. Just kinda bad.” He was burning a lot of energy trying hard not to laugh, and he was almost failing. Almost.

“Wow. You take me out and get me drunk on our first date.”

“Hey, the brewery was your idea! And so was the beer! By the way, I think you started liking that Irish red,” he said and watched her make a face. “What? It’s good.”

“If you say so.” She rolled to her back and stretched, almost hitting him in the face with a fisted hand. “What time is it?”

“It’s about eight thirty, I think.”

“You’re late for work!” She sat straight up. “Oh, shit!” she squealed as the blanket fell to her waist, and she yanked it up and over her breasts. “Dang it! I said a curse word and I showed you my boobs!”

Jack stretched and yawned. “Well, first off, I don’t care if you curse. And second, I really didn’t see your tits. Not really. Well, okay, maybe a little. But not a lot.”

“You either did or you didn’t, Jack. Which is it?”

“Let’s put it this way. I saw them, but not enough.” He rolled his eyes toward her and wiggled his eyebrows, which got a laugh out of her.

“Not enough, huh?” With that, she dropped the blanket, then leaned back on her hands and displayed them openly. “Whaddya think now?”

“Oh, I like that. A lot.” So did his cock, which had started to harden at first glance.

“Oh yeah? And what do you want to do with them?”

“You’re treading in dangerous territory, sugar,” Jack warned, his palms itching to touch her rosy nipples.

“I asked a simple question. What do you want to do with them, Jack? Do you even know what to do with them?”

In a split second, he dropped her to the mattress and braced himself above her on his hands. “I know what to do with them, and you’re sober now. There’s no reason why I can’t. Do you want to find out what I want to do with them?”

“Yeah, I’d sure like to.”

He didn’t give her another word, just dropped and sucked one pert bud into his mouth, listening to her hiss as he tugged. “Oh, god, Jack, please…”

Turning loose, he gave her a wicked grin. “Please what?”

“Please, do it some more.” He dropped again and grabbed the other one in his lips, his fingers brushing up her belly until he was palming the other breast in his big hand. His fingers wrapped around it and then drifted to the tip, gripping her nipple and pinching it fiercely. “Ohhhh,” Aleta moaned and arched her back. “Ohhhh, yeah.”

His hands and mouth were relentless, pinching, twisting, sucking, tugging, nipping, licking, until Aleta was writhing and squirming under him. He knew she could feel his hardness against her leg, and she didn’t seem to mind one bit. When he’d worked her nips until she was frantic, he turned loose and braced himself over her again. “Want to go freshen up a bit? I’m going to. And brush my teeth too. Got an extra toothbrush?”

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