Page 44 of Justice for Radar

It’d worked like a charm, but she wasn’t meant to live in this dark place. Not at all, and I wouldn’t let her.

I kissed her fiercely and she kissed me, orders forgotten as she captured my face between her hands, but that was okay – some things were more important.

I kissed her deeply, the salt of her tears mingling with the sweetness that was purely her as I settled between her thighs and tried to take her somewhere else… at least for a little while.

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Justice…

He slipped inside me, and I gasped, wrapping my arms and legs around him, twinging around him and clinging to him as though he were my lifeline out of the dark – and who knows? Maybe he was. He certainly felt like it at this point.

He drove into me to the hilt, and I writhed beneath him, working my body in a frantic counter rhythm to his own and it felt sogood. My whole body tingled from the light line of kisses he’d laid against my skin and the one’s he’d placed against my scars? Well, it’d sent a sensation like I’d never known around to my back, up my spine in a wash of tingling effervescence making me feel lighter than air as it took over my entire back, crept up my neck and spread creeping tendrils of feel good along the back of my scalp and around into my face.

It was incredible, and again, I had never felt anything quite like it.

“Oh, fuck!”he groaned, and panted, his voice strained and filled with something I had no name for, but just made me all the wetter for hearing it.

He was on a steady pace for fucking me, a deep, slow rolling thrust that touched off all manner of sparks inside me – touched all of the right places.

I closed my eyes, pleasure flitting along every nerve like lightning bugs throughout a grove on a sultry Texas night and I dared to dream that this wouldn’t end, that this wouldn’t be our only encounter… that somehow, some way, there would be more.

I let all of that fall away for now, though. Because if this were only to be the once, I was certain I would never find anything like it again, and I needed the memory of it to last me forever. So, with that being said, I did everything in my power to live within this moment wholly and completely; and to that end I let myself take an untethered leap from safety and let myself fall completely into love with the man atop me who treated me so tenderly.

He let himself weight me down into the mattress beneath us, and I had no complaints. It felt safe, not oppressive. I felt claimed but not in a way that reeked of possessive male ego trophy woman bullshit – no, I felt claimed in a way that bespoke this man would fight to the death to protect me. That he would go to the ends of the earth to find me, that he would take me places never seen and never dreamed of in my limited scope of a reality, and I lived for the sensation as much as I lived for any other that he had introduced me to, thus far anyway.

I kissed him, claiming his mouth as much as he claimed the rest of my body with his hands and his thrusting cock inside of me, driving me closer and closer to the fall, both of us floating effortlessly along a warm shining river of slivery light of pure intention and the belief that there would be several more tomorrows in each other arms.

I closed my eyes, breathing in his masculine and slightly spicy scent and with a cry as primal as a wolf calling to the moon, I didn’t so much feel as though I came apart, but as though the shattered pieces of me gathered back together.

I was vaguely aware of his sharp cry echoing mine as he lost his even and steady cadence, and we fell over the waterfall in perfect harmony such a complete tangle of limbs, souls, and intentions there was no telling where one of us left off and the other began.

We gave so much of each other to one another, there was nothing left for either of us than languid, beautiful, exhaustion…

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I wokewith a soft start and opened my eyes. I was lying on my stomach in Radar’s bed, which was otherwise empty. I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself up.

“Easy!” he said gently from the doorway, coming through in a pair of low-slung basketball shorts, two cups of coffee, one in each hand.

“What time is it?” I asked thickly, my body just deliciously sore from his attentions.

“Late morning, like eleven,” he answered.

“Oh, God. I don’t normally ever sleep this late,” I groaned, twisting around, and sitting up, putting my back against his headboard, clutching the sheet to my chest in case one of his girls traversed the hallway.

I blushed furiously at the thought… I mean, what must Lucia think?

Radar grinned at me and sat down on the edge of the bed as I accepted the mug he offered.

“Worried about what the girls will think?” he asked, and I looked at him, startled.

“How did you know?”

“Your eyes keep darting to the hallway and it’s written all over your face,” he said.

I rolled my eyes and swallowed down a healthy dose of the caffeine in my cup.

“I never was much of a liar,” I admitted. “Could never and can never keep anything off my face.” I sighed. “I wonder if that’s what made me such a convenient target sometimes, you know, for my mom and dad and later…” I trailed off, and he put a hand on my knee.

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