Page 80 of Justice for Radar

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to quit flirting like a son of a bitch with her, though. And sheisnice to snuggle with.”

I grinned and laughed.

“The first is your favorite pastime and would be like denying you air or water so no – you flirt all you like. The second?” I sighed and nodded to myself more than anything, “Snuggle and cuddle away. I think she needs it from a lot more than just you and me. Make up for all that time she was touch starved when she was a kid and by that asshole in there.”

I jerked a thumb in the direction of the prison.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “New parameters accepted, my dude.” He held out a hand and I clapped mine in it and we bumped shoulders.

“You guys are fuckin’ way too weird for me,” Raptor declared from where he was sitting on his bike.

We both grinned at him.

Our friendship was tight. Pretty fuckin’ unique and as wide open as they got. Let’s hear it for being well-adjusted dudes. The rest of the male half of the species was missing out as far as we were concerned.

Still, I felt better for having had the talk with Atlas… because he was right. While there had been no jealousy watching him ease my lady into sleep, Ihadfelt the prickling energy of jealousy at the thought of him sticking his dick inside her which was something I had not been prepared for. Maybe because she was such an anxiety muffin over the idea? I don’t know. Still, even this talk felt kind of wrong.

Atlas caught my eye and gave me a chin lift.

“Talk to her when we get back,” he said, picking up what I was putting down with my troubled look.

I nodded.

That was it. I may be naturally a sort of Dom-type but she’d been worked over so hard and was so sweetly fragile in her submissiveness that it felt wrong not hearing what she wanted. I couldn’t take my instincts with her totally for granted like I’d been able to in the past with other women.

Shit.

It dawned on me that I’d been going about things all wrong in some regards with Justice and I owed her an apology. That I could be a big part of her stress – maybe bigger than even she realized. It was some food for thought on the ride back.

* * *

I checkedmy phone when I got back to her place before getting off my bike and had a slew of text messages from the boys back home. Since Justice had given me the go-ahead to get her out of here, since she was trusting me to be as good as my word on setting her up on the path to independence should she so chose to go that route, I’d contacted the boys to mobilize and get here to help me and Atlas bring my girl home.

There were a lot of questions, and a lot of congrats; some of which should have felt premature but since our talk outside the prison I felt things were fairly cemented into place so long as Jussy was really on board and wanted to stay with me.

Shit yeah, I was having some insecurity and some doubts now of my own.

The majority of which were dispelled with the smile that lit up her face when she laid eyes on me coming through the back slider.

“Hi!” she called, getting up from where she was curled on the floor in some leggings and, I think, one of my tees to wrap her arms around me and kiss me soundly.

“Hi,” I said, smiling. “What’re you doing?”

“Packing some things,” she declared. “Things I want to keep.”

“Good deal,” I said. “Where’s La Croix?”

“Dump run, we loaded some of that asshole’s shit in the back of his truck to take somewhere. If a Good Will won’t take it, it’ll go to the garbage pit.”

“Fuckin’ awesome,” I said and smiled big. “You guys have been busy.”

I looked around at all the boxes and wrapping paper and shit.

“The idea of freedom is really growing on me,” she said and the thoughts she was having slightly dulled her sparkle.

“Speaking of, you got a minute?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, her smile growing with the way I looked at her.

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