Page 68 of Justice for Radar

He wound me up so beautifully, so patiently and so gently.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you aren’t going to know what happened then I’m going to fuck you so sweetly you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he promised and I gasped.

That was all the warning I was going to get apparently, because he pressed down between the hollows of my pelvis and quested upward with the pad of his finger and his lips closed over my clit all at once. I cried out and arched beneath him my hand leaving my mouth to tangle in his hair as my hips thrust, pressing myself against his tongue – silently begging for all of that and more.

He catapulted me into the stars faster than I could comprehend this time until all I could do was howl with pleasure, body going as taut as a bowstring and quivering with the twang of the release as he shot me heavenward. I hung in that perfect moment where the seconds slowed, stretching to five times their length before I crashed back to earth and the safety of his arms.

I lay there, panting, nerveless, electrical impulses still running their circuit throughout my body while he slowly and lovingly climbed my body with a self-satisfied smirk painting his full lips.

He slipped inside me and I gasped, my arms twining around him as though I were a flowering vine and he, my sun.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, stroking my hair back from my face, rolling his hips forward, his cock gliding through my wetness, stirring me to life, a subtle blush of pleasure radiating out from my core.

So slow, so gentle, so sweet, he made love to me on the bed I used to share with my husband and I got a sort of malicious vindication out of that.

As though I was taking something back that I hadn’t even recognized had been stolen from me.

“Hmm,” he hummed out in a mixture of pride and pleasure himself and closed his eyes, his head turning as he rolled his hips, his lips quirking, smiling subtly as though my body made a music a pleasing sound that only he could hear.

I clung to him, shivering with desire and let him slowly pull me from the exquisite agony he’d wrought with his mouth until I felt like less of a beautiful disaster beneath him and more a cohesive, lovely being.

I gazed into his eyes from inches away and felt such a wellspring of emotion within me, each tumbling in a kaleidoscope of color and brightness on the inside of my skull that I couldn’t tell where one left off and another began. The jagged pieces of what I’d been still free falling, like raindrops from the sky, refracting light but if you looked hard enough through the downpour, you could see… you could still see a glimpse of what lay beyond and I wanted that.

I wanted what lay beyond this nightmare I’d been living in with such afire… and here Radar was, a light in the darkness, offering me a way. Offering to guide me home.

I wrapped my legs around him, the way we moved pure poetry, and I let him show me through touch, through breath, through guiding hand thatyes,there was a future for me andno,it didn’t always have to involve pain.

* * *

We showered together,and he stripped the sheets from the bed so I could wash them. Then he went through all of my things, looking through what hung in my closet and selected a dress.

“I get back, we’re donating all his shit to Good Will. I’ll have Collier take the truck in the driveway—”

“That’s Rodney’s truck, my car is the Kia,” I said.

Radar just looked at me, an eyebrow raised and I fell silent.

“As far as I’m concerned, all the shit in this house is yours and where he’s at, what’s he going to do with it?” he demanded.

I shrugged and clutched my towel around me. “I don’t know, his brother was supposed to come from Iowa to deal with it but he hasn’t.”

Radar gave a nod.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said and selected a long tank dress, white with orange hombre creeping up the skirt into yellow and I smiled and nodded.

“Good girl,” he murmured and came to me, kissing me soundly and pressing the material into my hands.

“Get dressed and meet us downstairs?” He phrased it as a gentle question and I nodded.

“Okay,” he murmured, and he padded out of my bedroom, towel slung low on his hips and I took a deep shuddering breath, throwing the dress on over my head and sighing it out in a measured even exhale.

I gathered the sheets from the bed, bundling them up and taking them with me stopping in the laundry room to get them started. I heard the low rumble of La Croix’s voice and then Radar’s. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but to my surprise… I wasn’t concerned.

I bit my lips together as I turned the dial and pressed the final button to start the wash and then stepped out and into the short hall to the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Chere,” Collier greeted and then said, “Hope you don’t mind me and La Croix here takin’ the liberty and makin’ the coffee.”

I shook my head. “No, not at all. Is there any left?”

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