Page 67 of Justice For Me

Even with his eyes closed, she knew he was giving her one of his infamous eye rolls that drove Malachi to distraction. “We need to talk about some things, baby, just you and me.”

His eyes popped open, insecurity dancing and swirling. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Was last night too much?”

“Settle!” She ordered softly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked at him through the mirror. “Baby, you can’t do anything that would make me or Malachi not want you. Okay?”

Desperately, he wanted to believe her but old fears haunted him, whispering warnings in his mind. His wrists burned from the need to trace the letters, threatening his chance at happiness. “I hope so,” he finally said. “I don’t understand how he puts up with me, though. I know what my fucking triggers are…what they are capable of doing to me, but I still blamed him.” He dropped his head to the vanity and added, “In front of everybody.”

Could they be more blind and stubborn? Megan thought in exasperation. Gripping the soft hair she had toyed with earlier, she yanked his head back up and forced him to meet her gaze in the mirror.

“Listen to me, babe. I wanted you two stubborn idiots to accidentally stumble on the truth by yourselves but apparently you are Dumb and Dumber, totally helpless without me!”

“Gee, Mistress, don’t hold back on my fragile account. I think if you studied up on my disorder, you’d know that talk like that could probably make me wet the bed.” He tried joking – it was one of his go-to methods of coping.

“Yes, you have RAD and yes you have triggers. We can work with that.” She frowned at him. “But you should have been honest and forthcoming with both of us. That can’t happen again. Any relationship, especially a Dom/sub relationship relies on honesty.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You do realize you’ll be punished for that smartass disorder comment, right?”

He was good with punishment. “I’m looking forward to it, Mistress.”

She reached down and pinched the tip of his cock until he hissed out a whimper. “But what happened that night, baby…the night you ran from us? I don’t think it was just a trigger or you being overly sensitive or desiring too much from a relationship. I’d noticed that he hadn’t kissed you and that it was hurting you. I should have stepped in…said something, but I wanted you guys to work through it. That was my mistake and I’m so sorry for it. Knowing you were not safe and that you might not know how Malachi and I feel about you…that damned near killed me.”

She had his undivided attention now. Shock left his mouth gaping wide open. His brow crinkled in disbelief and hope. “What do you mean?”

“He’s been turning away from your attempts to kiss him, he doesn’t even fucking realize he’s doing it, but he’s turned away.”

“Because he doesn’t…care for me that way,” Justice argued. “I overstepped my role.” The words burned his tongue and heart.

“You are so wrong, baby, so very wrong. I know Malachi loves me. I don’t know how he allowed himself to love me so easily, but he did. I slid in under his radar, I guess,” she added with a small smile. “But you need to know this, babe. He loves you too. I see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he talks to you and about you. He was fucking destroyed when we couldn’t find you.”

“You’re mistaken…”

“Nope. I know exactly what I’m talking about.”

If she lived to be a hundred years old, she would never understand how someone this beautiful could not be so aware of his allure, physical and emotional. His innocence sucked you in and never let you go once you were entangled in his warmth. His little-boy enthusiasm made your blood hum with excitement.

She dipped her head around and kissed his bow-shaped lips in a gesture so tender it made his heart hurt.

“The things about you that you mistakenly believe he doesn’t like…those are the very features that made him fall in love with you.” She kissed a shoulder. “It should have been your desire to submit to him that drove him mad with the need to own you, make you his, but that was only an added bonus. It was the cherry on the Justice sundae.”

He blushed, his lashes sweeping his face as he tried to hide. “That might sound kind of stupid, Mistress.”

A giggle tumbled form her lips. “Maybe,” she conceded, “but just the sundae comment.”

“You have no idea how you started jerking with his heart the first moment he laid eyes on you.” She continued talking while messing with his hair. “Your nonstop talking and continuous movements, it drove him crazy…in a real good way. Most people don’t talk to Malachi. He shuts them down with a glare but you ignored his crazy evil eye and plowed right over his discomfort, pushing him.” She laughed. “You should have heard him complaining about it on our calls. You were all he talked about.”

Playfully, she raised her T-shirt and palmed her boobs, giving them a firm bounce. “Look at these, babe! He should have been talking about getting his hands onthese, but instead he rattled on and on about his disobedient ward and all his wasted energy because he movedallthe time, wasn’t really doing anything, just moving.” Her shirt dropped back into place and his pouty lips revealed his displeasure. “It was…troubling at first,” she admitted. “I can be a jealous bitch if provoked and to be completely honest, I found his continuous talk of you to be…provoking.”

“There would never be a reason for you to be jealous. He fucking loves you more than he loves living.”

“Yea, I know. It still smarted, though. Anyway, I couldn’t stay mad at him because thisnewMalachi was too entertaining. And then, it happened. I listened…and I wanted. I wanted you both, days before Malachi even considered it.”

“Wow.” Justice smiled at her through the mirror. “I mean…really, wow.”

She returned his smile. “Yea, wow. We are the luckiest fuckers in the world to have found each other.” She kissed a trail down his naked back, loving how he quivered from the gesture, loving that he was hers. “So, now let’s talk about RAD.”

Back went ramrod stiff.

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