Page 59 of Justice for Daesha

“When that thirty-something is as hot as you, it shouldn’t be a problem,” he said and kissed the back of her hand. She just smiled the smile that made his insides melt.

The evening was great. Jack and Aleta showed up about thirty minutes in. They ordered potato skins, cheese sticks, Swedish meatballs, and boneless wings, and the three of them sat and talked, ate, and laughed as the band played. It was a packed house, but the bartender knew Amos was with Daesha, so he kept their drinks refilled all evening. They stayed until almost midnight and left during one of Daesha’s breaks so they could tell her goodbye.

At the end of the evening, it was an easy getaway, since the equipment could stay until they broke it down on Saturday night. Hand in hand, Amos and Daesha strolled across the parking lot to the Jeep, but when they got to the passenger side door, Amos could feel his blood pressure skyrocket.

Both passenger-side tires were flat and, based on the sidewalls, somebody had slashed them. “Son of a bitch!” he muttered.

“Oh, shit. Amos?look.” He turned and found her pointing at the windshield.

“Don’t touch it. It’s evidence.” There was a note there, and Amos retrieved an evidence bag from his glove box, using it as a glove to pick up the note. He turned it over in the street light’s glare.

You were told to back off. This is your last warning.

“I’m calling Jack and he can take us home.”

“We can call one of those personal cabs,” Daesha offered, but Amos shook his head.

“Nope. I don’t even trust one of those right now. What if it was the person leaving the notes who picked us up? No. Not going that route.”

An hour later, Jack and Aleta rolled into the parking lot, and in just a little while, they were home. “Want us to stay and me stand watch? Because I don’t mind, really,” Jack offered.

“No. You’ve gotta work tomorrow. Go home, but thanks for picking us up.”

“You’re welcome. Get some sleep. And make sure that alarm system is turned on,” Jack admonished as he and Aleta left.

Everything was strained, but once they were in bed, all was well. He rocked into her, loving the feeling of her warmth and softness gripping his steel, pulling him in when he tried to retreat. Being inside her was the best part of his day, but just being with her was everything to him. Soft lips pressed against his neck and he sighed. If there really was a heaven, she’d have to go first, because being there without her wouldn’t be heaven at all. It would be hell. “I love you, my warrior princess,” he whispered down to her in the darkness of the bedroom, its only light the nightlight burning in the bathroom.

“I love you too, babe. Oh, god, so good… Yeah, just like that,” she said with a groan when he rose up on his knees and lifted her ass just a little. The head of his cock raked that little ridged spot in the front of her pussy and she cried out. “Yeah, babe, more, faster, please? Oh, god.” She was squirming, writhing with desire, and he watched her face as she threw back her head and closed her eyes, her hands wandering down his chest the whole time. She tweaked his left nipple and he worked to hang on. Before her, he’d never thought of a man’s nipples as an erogenous zone, but he really believed she could stroke his kneecap and make him come. “Babe, babe,” she panted, “you ready? Almost there? Because I… oh…” She gripped his forearms so tightly he knew she’d leave marks and moaned out, “Ohhhhh, um, um, um,” with every stroke.

And that was it for him. He filled the condom, gave three more thrusts, and stilled inside her. Sitting there on his knees, his softening manhood inside her, he looked at the place where they were joined and let his eyes travel up her body. Amos was sure he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Nothing was more beautiful than her. He pulled out of her to a disappointing little cry of, “Awww,” and dropped beside her.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Curling up in his arms, she kissed his pec. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you consider taking birth control pills? Because I’d really like to not have to use condoms anymore. It’s kind of the last barrier between us, and…”

The pad of her index finger pressed against his lips. “I’ve already been thinking about it, and I talked to my gynecologist’s nurse practitioner today on the phone. She said she couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t. So they’re sending a prescription to the drugstore tomorrow.”

Her skin tasted sweet when his lips touched her forehead. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but it’s for me too. I hate condoms.” He found her eyes looking up at him, her lids shyly dropped. “I’d like to feel your cum inside me.” Talking during sex wasn’t one of her strong suits, and he knew it had taken a lot for her to say that to him. Cum most certainly wasn’t a word in her daily vocabulary.

But he wouldn’t point that out, just be grateful for the confidence she had when she was with him. “I’d like that too. And I wouldn’t ask you to do that if this was just going to be a two-week fling, you know? I feel like asking you to do that is a commitment on my part. I know that sounds silly, but that’s how I see it.”

“I see it the same way. Amos, where are we going with this?” Those beautiful eyes searched his face, and he kissed her softly.

“Where do you want it to go?”

“I want to be with you forever.”

“Well, I want to be with you forever too. So let’s proceed with the idea that it’s going to be forever and see what happens. But know this: There is no one else for me, warrior princess. No one. I’m not interested in anybody else, and I won’t be seeing anyone else. As far as I’m concerned, we’re exclusive.”

“Nobody else would want me anyway, so it’s exclusive regardless.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Amos almost yelled and sat up in bed. “Are you saying I have bad taste in women?”

She laughed. “No. You know what I mean.”

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