Page 51 of Justice For Me

“Yep,” Jasper answered.

Justice could see that remaining there, listening to them talk, was a challenge for Goldilocks…but he was working his way through it. It made him wonder if he could maybe face all his shit one day…face it down and win the fight like Jasper was so obviously doing.

Travis tapped his chin, acting like he was deep in thought. “Ah, you being straight? That’s what we were talking about, wasn’t it?”

Jasper’s smirk gave him the courage to continue. “Yep, that’s where we were. Why did you assume I was straight before hooking up with Malachi?”

“Let me see.” He tapped his chin again. “Maybe it was because you had an ‘I’ve just been fucked for the first time’ look on your face when Dante and I intruded in on your love nest yesterday morning.” He grinned even bigger. “Maybe it’s because every guy is straight until someone introduces him to his prostate. You tap that baby and we all start thinking that maybe having something shoved up our ass isn’t so bad after all!”

Justice couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering toward Jasper. Goldilocks shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be a cock. Other stuff works just as well.”

“Hell, yea, it does,” Justice heard himself say.

The rest of the day moved fairly fast. Justice had finally met the rest of the Jericho castle crew…since they had missed Gretchen’s big dinner last night. He was pretty certain everybody else had made it, but he’d been passed out from orgasm overload…like a pussy. Gretchen was a sweetheart that acted like she lived, absolutely lived, to mother all of them. She doted on each person and Justice quickly realized he wasn’t going to be treated any differently. Beatrice, Gretchen’s daughter, was a hoot, and apparently dating Dustin. That had happened while Malachi was babysitting him in Tennessee. Susannah was totally in love with Jasper. It was almost painful to watch the two of them together. He wanted that…even if he knew it wasn’t for him. Love wasn’t his thing.

He’d met with his lawyer and they’d found out he was supposed to be at the courthouse tomorrow morning. He was thankful that it was finally going to be settled. Malachi had ramped up to Defcon Level ‘fucking crazy’ when he’d heard Justice had to make an appearance. Justice thought the dude worried way too much…but he liked the thought that Malachi worried way too much about him. It made him feel like a creeper, but he still relished the warm feeling it gave him. His dad was going to be there, with his team, to make certain Justice was protected…just in case O’Hara decided to try something.

He dreaded seeing his dad because he damned well knew how worried the man would be about him and his threesome with Malachi and Megan. Christopher Conners might not be his blood father, but he loved him more than he could have ever dreamed was possible. His dad also knew how dangerous relationships were to him. Add that little worrisome issue to the fact that an Irish drug lord might very well want Justice dead…his dad would be crazy before the issue was resolved.

Witness number two had somehow managed to survive the gunshot wound to the head, but he still didn’t have any recollection of what had happened…or what his own name was. The guy, six years older than him, had a long road of recovery ahead of him and it didn’t involve a trial that was all over the news stations. For his safety, they’d kept his survival a secret. Since Justice hadn’t been injured at all, he was apparently fair game to the O’Hara clan and the media. The media, just to goad his father, referred to him as the director’s son that paid fifty dollar to make him holler. Yea, like that little fuckfest hadn’t cost him about five hundred big ones…and he hadn’t gotten laid or spanked!

According to Malachi, the playroom was off limits until after the O’Hara issue was resolved and he was one hundred percent they were all safe. Malachi didn’t want to be distracted. Justice kind of thought being hornier than hell might be distracting, but his Dom wasn’t backing down at all. No nookie until the trial was over. Luckily, his part was only supposed to last one day, go in, sing like a bird, come home to his new life. It should be simple. He had a feeling it was going to be a disaster…

Justice was grumpy by the time they reached the courthouse the next morning. He’d slept between Megan and Malachi last night, but other than a passionate kiss from Megan and a ruffle of his hair from Malachi, they hadn’t touched him. It had been torture. Malachi knew he didn’t do the cuddle thingie, but made him lay there anyway. He’d finally tied him up at around two am, but the grumpiness had already settled into his horny head. To top that off, Malachi woke up on the war path because of his worry over security. To top off that top off, he had to face his dad.

Oh, and there were cameraseverywhere. They were currently still in the back of Dante’s bulletproof SUV, but he could see the flashes of cameras coming from every direction. He felt like a fucking fool. Malachi looked mad enough to kill him. He’d caught a glimpse of his dad on the small television screen in the back of their vehicle…and he looked pissed, too. Perfect.

“The next time you decide you need to pay for sex, call me first, okay, pet?” Malachi growled.

Justice thought about punching him right in the face. Instead, he said, “Yes, Sir.”

Malachi rolled his eyes.

“You ready, boss?” He heard Dustin’s voice through Malachi’s hidden ear set. “O’Hara isn’t on sight yet. Conners’ men have the front cleared out for you. You’ll have to get him through about twenty yards of a nosey media gauntlet, but that should be it. We’ve got men everywhere. Don’t worry, M. Your boy will be safe.”

“My boy needs his ass spanked for getting involved with this shit show,” Malachi grumbled under his breath. “We’re ready, Dustin. Open the doors in ten seconds.”

“I was trying to get my ass spanked,” Justice argued. “That’s what got me into trouble to begin with!”

Malachi’s hand cupped his cock through the thin fabric of his dress pants. He fucking hated dress pants. He fucking loved Malachi’s hand on him…anywhere on him.

“Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You, Sir.”

“Stay next to me the entire time. If I tell you to drop, you drop. No questions or smartass remarks, just do as you’re told. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Malachi’s eyes hungrily assaulted him, from the tip of his head all the way down to his feet. He shook his head and smiled. “Meg’s going to kill you for those Converse tennis shoes. I distinctly recall her telling you dress shoes…and laying them out for you.”

Justice glanced down at his sneakers. No way was he wearing those old-man dress shoes she had chosen for him. He might need to run for his life, for crying out loud! He couldn’t do that in old man shoes. “I’ll take my punishment, Sir.”

“Your shoes look sexier than fuck, pet.” The locks on the doors clicked. “Let’s go, lover. Right by my side. Don’t look up when the photographers scream your name and don’t offer them fifty dollars.”

The fifty dollars in his pocket suddenly felt hot. How the hell did the man know him so well already? He’d thought it would be real funny to offer someone in the media fifty dollars since they’d given him his nickname. Guess not.

All in all, it went well. He didn’t fall or stumble and the fifty dollars stayed tucked safely in his pockets. Malachi’s tight grip made him look a bit like a twink being manhandled by his lover, but Justice was okay with that. Hell, he was more than okay with that. His father? Not so much…

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