Page 33 of Justice For Me

“You were flirting with those girls. I think it is safe to assume Megan wouldn’t find that to be acceptable behavior from her sub.” There, blaming it on Megan made him feel so much better. That way, he wouldn’t have to admit it was his jealously that had provoked the reaction.

Justice answered with one of his famous eye rolls. “Seriously? Megan wouldn’t care. She knows I wouldn’t cross the line, she trusts me! When I’m in a relat…” he paused and struggled to correct himself. “I don’t fuck around when I’m involved in a thing, Malachi. I was just messing around.” Fuck, it was a relationship to him but he seriously doubted if Malachi or Megan categorized it to that level of emotional commitment.

“Fine, I won’t do it again…without a warning. The yelp was really cute though.”

“Fuck you, Sir. I have you know that chick knows how to drive a tractor,” he bragged. “A fucking tractor. If you had kept your fingers out of your pockets, I could have probably convinced her to teach me. I’m going way out on a limb here, but I’m pretty certain that was probably the last chance in my lifetime that I’ll have the opportunity to learn how to drive a tractor.”

He pouted and it only made him cuter…and Malachi more jealous.

“Why on earth would you need to know how to drive a tractor?” Malachi looked worriedly around at the crowd. He was so ready for the night to end. They’d already been there for almost an hour. Forty-seven minutes of his life that he would never get back. “Are we ready to go?”

“You’re kidding me, right? Number one, who wouldn’t want to know how to drive a tractor? Number two, she was wearing cowboy boots and cut offs. Number three, we haven’t ridden the first ride yet so, no, we are not ready to go yet.”

“Number one, I don’t want to know how to drive a tractor. Number two, I’ll buy Meg a pair of cowboy boots and cut offs and she will fucking rock them better than any chick here…or on this planet. Number three, you know I’m not riding any rides with you, right?” A queasy feeling settled right in the pit of Malachi’s stomach as he imagined himself on one of these ridiculous rides, looking like a fool. Hell, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that those rides had been thrown up and glued together in less than one hour each.

Justice slammed his hands on his hips and glowered. “You have to ride the rides. That’s why we are here…well, that and the funnel cakes, candied apples, and cotton candy. You have to ride. If you make me do it by myself, I’m going to look like the biggest loser weirdo that nobody wanted to ride rides with.”

The cute fucker had mastered the pout. He clearly hadn’t mastered submission yet, but the pout…he had that one under complete control.

“No,” he grit out. Holy fuck, this was going to get ugly. He needed a distraction. “But you were dead on about how sexy the chicks sound with their Southern drawl. Goes straight to your cock, yeah?”

Justice turned and frowned, wondering who the fuck this man was and what he’d done with Malachi. The face and rock-hard body was his, but the words tumbling out of those sexy lips? Nope, not Malachi.

That’s when it suddenly dawned on Justice…and it made the biggest fucking smile in the world spread across his lips. The high and mighty, tougher than shit, mother fuckin’ Dom that knew more about how to torture a body than a priest knew about the Bible wasafraidof carnival rides. Oh, holy hot damn, this was going to be fun.

“Fuck me sideways, you’re afraid to get on the rides, aren’t you? You are a scaredy cat!” He joked, dragging the word out to tease him even more.

If steam could come out of Malachi’s ears, it would be fogging all around his head right now. He wasn’t afraid of anything. He’d seen things done to the human body that could cause most folks to pass out from disgust and fear. Evil had been his constant companion for most of his life. He could fight like a mother fucker and had never been bested by another. He was afraid of the carnival rides.

“Shut up, Justice,” he growled, knowing he wasn’t mad at the kid for tormenting him. Hell, it was pretty funny. The boy taunting him was just another example of how important the kid was becoming to him. He didn’t allow that type of play with anyone except for Dante or Megan…and now Justice.

“Give me your phone,” Justice demanded. “I’ve got to call Meg and tell her. This is priceless. You are so afraid. Seriously, dude, your face is a little green and you aren’t even on a ride yet.”

“We aren’t calling Megan or sending her a selfie of my green face!” He rubbed his forehead, wondering how in the world he’d allowed the kid to ease past all his barriers and worm his way straight into his ice cold heart. “You do realize that they probably put those rides together in like fifteen minutes flat, right?”

“Yepppppp,” Justice popped out.

“You also realize that some of the people working here don’t appear to be…well, not to be rude, but they don’t appear to be the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean.”

“God forbid you be rude,” Justice joked. “Hell to the no, that could never happen! Not sugar and spice and everything nice Malachi!”

“Fuck you, smart ass. I am going to make your cock and ass pay for this when we hit the playroom again,” Malachi promised with a tight grin. The thoughts of riding those rides really did make his stomach queasy. The thought of seeing another huge smile on his pet’s face, that made it worthwhile.

Eye roll. “You already do that anyway,Sir. Now, let’s go pick out the scariest one of all and climb on the crazy train and hope all the screws don’t come lose and send us flying through the air and then land on some iron stake somewhere, impaling our guts in front of everybody. You know what I bet? I bet we won’t die straight away. We’ll probably dangle there, writhing in pain, blood dripping from every single hole we’ve got.” Justice smiled over at him. “That’s what I bet will happen.”

“I bet I know of at least two holes that will definitely get impaled and will be dripping with something as punishment for this little field trip you convinced me to take you on.” Malachi shoved him toward the area where the notoriously dangerous rides awaited. “Just take me and buy me one funnel cake, Malachi. Please. Please, just one funnel cake,” he mocked as they walked straight toward the current bane of his existence.

Justice winked at a forty year old woman as she walked past them, eye-fucking both of them with her hungry gaze. “Hey, doll! Nice cowboy boots!”

“I sure do know how to ride if you’re interested,” she purred.

“Oh, I’m in…”

“Not interested, ma’am. Sorry. They only let him out of the institution twice a month and all those meds they have him on?” Malachi grimaced and shook his head. “He totally can’t even get it up anymore. Such a sad, sad waste, don’t you think?”

She frowned and hustled away.

“Okay, first of all, that was pretty fucking mean, dude. You don’t ever diss a man’s manhood.Ever. Secondly, you made a funny…told a joke. It was cute, kind of hot, I think.”

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