Page 81 of Justice for Radar

“Y’all take five find some food or whatever,” I said and led my girl to the stairs.

She followed my curiously, hanging back and dragging on my hand a bit in silent apprehension. When I closed the bedroom door behind us I turned and immediately told her, “It’s nothing bad, I promise. I just owe you a big damn apology,” I said.

“Apology? For what?” she asked, sinking down onto the edge of the bed.

“Atlas and I being a pair of randy fuckin’ horn dogs making you uncomfortable,” I said and cocked my head and raised my eyebrow when she was about to deny it.

She closed her mouth and smiled a little, cocking her head and finally she took a deep breath and let it out and told me the truth.

“I like Atlas well enough; the massage was lovely and I wasn’t wholly uncomfortable with that but… but I just wasn’t raised that way and with how awful and controlling Rodney was always accusing me of cheating and… well… it’s sort of a programming and ingrained and while I like him, I don’t really want to sleep with him and I’m sorry!” she rushed out and then closed her mouth and bit her lips together looking at me expectantly.

I smiled and shook my head in wonder and then nodded. “See, I thought so and that’s why I owe you a big apology.” I sat down next to her and we talked it out. I told her everything Atlas and I talked about in the parking lot of the prison then apologized some more that we’d even had those types of talks without her.

She drank it all in and looked thoughtful for a long time and finally said, “Is this what a healthier dynamic is like?”

I nodded slowly. “This is definitely what open communication is like,” I said.

She nodded and said finally, “I’d like more of this, please.”

I smiled and reached out and touched the side of her face and she tucked it closer against my hand. Yeah, she was touch starved and I would gladly spend all the time in the world that I could making her realize what a treasure she was.

“Come here,” I murmured and she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back, but greedy fucker that I am, I wanted and needed more so I pulled her practically into my lap.

She came willingly and whispered against my mouth, “Thank you.”

“For what?” I asked, slipping a hand beneath her tank top to touch her skin.

“For paying attention, for figuring out what I need sometimes before even I do, foreverything,” she said.

“I’m by no means perfect,” I whispered against her lips. “But I try.”

She grasped my face between her hands and deepened the kiss and there wasn’t any way I was going to deny her. I pulled her down over the top of me and laid back, letting her at me. She hitched her long skirt up and straddled my waist and we made out for a while until my cock throbbed in my shorts and I could feel her heat even through the thick material of them.

“I’m going to rip those panties off and then you’re going to sit on my face,” I warned her in a growl, sliding my hands up her thighs under the light, fluttery skirt she wore. Moving them up along the smooth silky skin of her legs, giving her every opportunity to tell me to stop and protest but all she did was moan and give me this breathy little sigh of want.

“Is there something wrong with me that I want that?” she asked and I chuckled.

“No,” I said, fisting the material of her cotton panties. I jerked on it, up, bringing the material tight against her pussy and she gasped, dry humping me. I got my other hand involved, so that I could tear them between my hands rather than against her body. I wanted to keep her hot and bothered, I didn’t want to potentially hurt her.

There were a lot of reasons why she could be turned on by the edge of violence I preferred when it came to sex, but if I were a betting man, it turned her on so much because she knew without a doubt that she was safe with me – and she was. I would push her, but never so far outside her comfort zone that it would be harmful.

Never.

And I would never let it happen on my watch, either.

It took a few times to tear the fabric, the cotton stubborn and the angle a bit awkward.

I pulled the ruin of her panties out from under her skirt and said, “Take off your top, I want to see those perfect tits.”

She smiled and slipped her tank off over her head, and I was pleased that she’d forgone a bra.

“This too.” I indicated her skirt and she pulled it up and off over her, too.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I smoothed my hands over her skin, rubbing her all over, drinking her in with my eyes as well as by sense of touch. I breathed in deep and her scent was intoxicating, her arousal perfuming the air.

“Come up here,” I grated and gave her ass a light tap with my fingertips. She jumped slightly and giggled and walked up the bed to either side of me on her knees.

I put my arms around the outside of her thighs and pulled her pussy to my face, driving my tongue up inside her which I know wasn’t much, but God I wanted her taste.

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