Page 23 of Justice For Me

He looked back at Megan and there were tears streaking down her face as she gazed at her lover, nothing but love and adoration in her beautiful eyes. Something had just happened, something deep inside of him. Fuck, but he wanted her there with them, needed her there with them. Cock, still throbbing and legs feeling like Jell-O, Malachi still managed to stand up and then scoop his pet up in his arms and cradle him. “Thank your Mistress, pet,” he ordered softly and turned Justice toward the screen.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled sleepily.

Malachi smiled because he knew if Justice were fully awake, he would be fucking pissed for Malachi to be carrying him like a baby. As it were, he was too exhausted to put forth any fight at all so he carried him over to the bed that was in the corner of the playroom, laid him in the center, and gently pulled out the dildo. Since he’d sucked every drop of come down his throat, there wasn’t any cleanup required and when Justice rolled away from him and snuggled into the pillow, Malachi knew he had time for some much-needed alone time with Megan. His pet might have come hard enough to shake the neighborhood and his fiancé might have come while she watched them play but, fuck it, he hadn’t got to come yet!

Chapter 8

Two hours later, Malachi was fighting back another urge to let a grin stretch across his face as he followed Justice up the stairs and toward their bedrooms. He had enjoyed a fuckingly awesome play session with Justice and Megan and afterward that he had enjoyed and fuckingly awesome skype fuck-fest with Megan as his exhausted pet had snored daintily through it all. His entire body was buzzing with excitement and satisfaction. This could work, they could have it all.

When Justice turned to go into his room, Malachi grabbed him by the arm and said, “No, in bed with me.” He had hoped the kid would be completely wound down and would sleep like a ton of bricks have landed on him, but he’d bounced back with the same enthusiasm he always possessed. He would never get him to shut up and go the fuck to sleep…unless a ball gag was involved.

Justice obeyed, but there was a small frown on his face. The kid didn’t frown much so Malachi found himself most curious about what was irking him. Patiently, he waited, knowing the kid couldn’t keep his yapper shut for very long.

“Soooo, I’m sleeping in the bed with you tonight?” He walked into the room, still gloriously buck-ass naked, tight ass flexing with each movement, but didn’t take any steps toward the bed.

“Yep.”

“Oh, okay.” He scratched his head and brushed the wild, ‘I’ve just been fucked’ hair out of his eyes. “I don’t really cuddle. It’s not my thing, dude.” Justice felt a wave of terror start to sweep over him. Oh, hell, he couldn’t share a bed. Sharing a bed for him meant trouble. His sick little mind would start to develop all types of wrong ideas about how much somebody really cared about him. Sharing beds…bad.

Malachi glowered.

“Sir!” He tagged on immediately. “It’s not my thing, Sir.”

“Do I look like a cuddler, pet?” Malachi asked with a smirk as he picked up the dreaded cell phone he’d ditched earlier in the day. As he fired it back up to life, he sent a silent prayer upward that Dante was fast asleep or fucking Travis into oblivion and he wouldn’t have to deal with it tonight. Thirty missed calls, shocker. It had barely blipped back to life when it started vibrating wildly.

“Thank the good heavens.” Justice breathed a sigh of relief with Malachi’s anti-cuddle answer. Feeling much better, he plopped down on the bed, yanked the covers up over him, and snuggled into the pillow. Malachi’s musky scent tickled his nostrils, threatening to make him hard again. For fuck’s sake!

“Evening, Dante,” Malachi said as a greeting to his adopted brother. “Shouldn’t you be fast asleep or fucking Travis into submission right about now?”

“Please tell me you are not fucking the director’s son!” Dante’s loud scream threatened to deafen Malachi. From the cock of Justice’s eyebrow, he’d heard it as well. The kid had the gall to smirk in his direction before flipping over and giving him a mouth-watering view of the golden tanned and sculpted flesh he just paddled so thoroughly. It was still blushing the prettiest red shade.

“I take it you received my list of things I need? Did you overnight them to me today?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible but never once believed Dante would fall for it. Travis was mumbling in the background, telling Dante to calm his ass down, and for once Malachi was going to side with the mouthy bottom that had his friend wrapped around his finger.

“Answer my question, Malachi. His father is a friend of mine,” Dante was practically growling.

“I’m not cock fucking the director’s son’s ass. Happy?” A tiny play on words never hurt anyone.

“Shit, Malachi. I didn’t drop into your world yesterday! I fucking know that means you’re fucking his ass with every single toy you can get your hands on! Did I mention his father was a friend of mine? Well, I guess he was a friend of mine. Once he hears about this shit, I can kiss that relationship good-bye!”

“Did you ship my goodies overnight? I really need them.” He knew Dante wasn’t really mad at him, worried, but not mad. He was probably more worried that the FBI might kill Malachi and hide his body in a place nobody would ever find.

“Yes,” he grumbled. “AM delivery tomorrow.”

“Thanks, brother. One more thing, though, could you have the bedroom next my mine and Megan’s prepared for a guest...for an extended stay?”

“Son of a bitch, mother fucking, asshole! What am I supposed to tell his…”

Malachi clicked the cell off. Maybe he was being arrogantly presumptuous about Justice coming back to the castle with him, but he wanted to be prepared just in case.

“Problems?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Malachi slid his clothes off, folding them neatly on the chair next to the bed and climbed in next to his new pet. He hadn’t lied, he wasn’t a fucking cuddler and had only ever wanted to share his bed with one other person in his life and she wasn’t here. He still didn’t trust Justice to stay inside the house like he was supposed to and after last night’s choke-fest, he couldn’t use restraints and leave him unattended. “Scoot over and don’t touch me during the night. If you do, I’ll make you sleep on a pallet on the floor. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Justice mocked. “I don’t know why you’re making me do this anyway. Clearly neither one of us wants it. What’s the point? Can I red light this?”

“No, no red lights. This is for your safety, not play. Shut up and go to sleep.”

The lights flipped off and Justice flipped him off as soon as he was safely hidden by the dark. He wouldn’t be able to sleep all fucking night. Sure, he’d slept with a person before. It had been somebody soft with a nice set of tits and ass, but nobody like the human heater lying next to him. The fucker probably snored and farted in his sleep, too.

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