Page 96 of Justice for Radar

That spine-tingling, nut-busting, intense feeling building until I had to slow my pace, let myself come down a little, before edging both her and myself right on up the proverbial razor’s edge all over again.

I danced with her on that fine gleaming edge between the solid here and now; just before the total descent into madness that was both terrifying and the best thing anyone could hope to achieve. At least for those few blissful shining moments… and I kept us both there for as long as possible.

She writhed beneath me, holding me to her, all inhibitions lost as we found this almost tantric rhythm, a back and forth, a give and take, a push and pull so powerful as to mimic the tides.

Her breathy moans pulling me to her like a siren’s call. She could pull me down, down, down, to the bottom and I would die a happy man – At least I think one of the other guys had described it that way once and now I completely understood what he was talking about.

Like,yes – drag me to Hell you beautiful, magnificent fucking creature!

Sweat glistening, heat building, stars aligning, the cosmos stopping their orbit and spin at precisely that moment where she and I made eye contact and the universe exploded into a kaleidoscope of sight and the roaring sound of the blood rushing through my ears in perfect tempo and harmony of her thin, wailing cry of purest fucking bliss.

If ever there was a moment where a marriage of two souls took place, for me; it was this one right here – and I swear to fucking God, it was blessed by a choir of fucking angels… or maybe that was just the relaxed and satisfied sigh emitted by my woman.

To have and to hold…I thought to myself, climbing up onto the bed beside her and gathering her to my chest.

Forever and ever…

* * *

“How you doing?”I asked her a couple hours later. We walked barefoot along the sand, the sky painted in dusky pinks fading up from the horizon to peaches and cream, to a faint yellow, creeping on up into a haze of white and finally a deepening blue. There wasn’t honestly anything like a sunset on the Florida coast. Made the heat and humidity worth it.

“Hm?” she asked, bringing her head up and around, her deep thoughts popping with the delicacy of a soap bubble. She was so effervescent and expressive. So different from any woman I’d ever met before. Completely different from my last woman – but that was good. That was to be expected, too. There wasn’t anyone like my Marisol and I didn’t want there to be. There was honestly no comparison and as much as I loved them both, Sol was gone and though I would always hold her in my heart, Jussy’s smile made it that much easier to set the pang of missing Sol and longing to hold her hand one last time a thing that was bearable.

“I’m fine,” she said and beamed.

“You’re just awful quiet is all,” I said. bringing the back of her hand up to my lips.

“I think the word you’re looking for iscontent.”

“Content, huh?” I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face if I wanted to. “I like the sound of that,” I said.

“Good, I’m glad,” she said, and I spun her out and then in, and wrapped both of my arms around her from behind as she giggled and I swore that was one of the purest sounds in the world.

“Thank you,” she murmured a little while later as the warm surf washed over our bare feet.

“For what?” I asked.

She sort of shrugged and murmured, “For helping me find some happy. For not running screaming?” She gave a sheepish grin and ducked a little, and I chuckled and pulled her in and put an arm around her waist.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure…I thought to myself, and Iknowit was something that I’d heard Marlin say and maybe even the captain, too – but I damn sure wouldn’t utter that in front of Justice. She was a fragile sort and there wasn’t any point in causing any undue hurt or stress.

Instead, I simply shook my head and walked with her in a gentle stroll, finally, when I did speak, I didn’t make it about her at all because honestly it wasn’t. That was all her fuckin’ ex’s doing and that motherfucker was done and fucking dusted.

“I ain’t afraid of old ghosts, baby. The past is past and you were doing your best to leave it in your rearview. You couldn’t help it that the past didn’t want to stay dead and it was coming up on you like it was. I’m just glad I could help.”

“A real zombie slayer,” she said with a crooked smile and I laughed, nodding.

“Not our first time – me and the crew. Not sure how much the girls told you.”

I shook my head. “About themselves? A little, not a lot. I don’t think they trust me yet.”

I nodded and said, “Things are still pretty new. All intents and purposes, you’re still an outsider. Give it time, they’ll warm up to you.”

“Honestly, I worry more about your girls,” she said, chewing her delicate bottom lip.

“Nah, I wouldn’t worry about them,” I said. “Lucia already likes you – a lot, or she wouldn’t have even, you know? Mari isn’t home a whole lot, but she likes you too. She’s said so. Plus, it’s not their life and they know. Their old man hasn’t been really this happy in a good long while. It’s about time.”

“I don’t fully understand what it is I do that makes you happy,” she said, mystified and I smiled at her.

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