Page 55 of Home for Justice
She simply grinned around him and kept going, determined to push him over the edge.
When he came, it was with a stifled groan, his entire body tightening as pleasure rocked through him. She swallowed him down, taking every drop, and when she finally released him, she crawled back up his body, her lips glistening and her smile mischievous.
“Christ Almighty, Justice,” he barely managed to say since his breath hadn’t returned to normal. His hands smoothed over her back, pulling her against him. He could have stayed like that forever, sated and blissfully wrecked. But he wasn’t about to leave her wanting.
With a growl of intent, he flipped her onto her back, settling between her legs. In a swift, fumbling motion, he pushed her jeans down, freeing one leg enough to give him access. Pushing the denim aside, he feasted his gaze on her.
He didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head and licked a stripe along her center, savoring her taste like a starving man finding salvation. Her hips arched off the couch, a whimper spilling from her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He watched her face the way she’d watched his, every gasp and moan another piece of her laid bare for him. When her body tightened, trembling on the brink, she clapped her hand over her mouth to hold in her cry. He held her through it, savoring the way she shattered against him. After kissing his way back up her body, he gathered her close, both of them a tangle of limbs, half dressed and utterly undone.
“Fucking amazing,” he managed, his voice rough with emotion.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed, her smile lazy and content.
They both chuckled, the sound light and free.
“I haven’t made out on someone’s couch while their dad was upstairs since high school,” Tyler said.
Justice laughed softly, her hand tracing lazy patterns over his back. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done something like this too.”
“Next time,” he murmured against her hair, “we’re making it to my house.”
She grew quiet, and Tyler lifted enough to peer down into her face, catching an expression he couldn’t immediately define. Knowing she would always be honest with him, he asked softly, “Is that not what you want?”
Her hands clutched his shoulders, then slid tenderly to his neck and jaw, anchoring him. She kissed him lightly, a brush of lips that spoke volumes. “You think we might make it to your house sometime?”
He chuckled low in his chest, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Absolutely.”
She hesitated, vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. “I thought maybe this was just... a stress reliever from this evening.”
Seeing the depth of her fear, Tyler kissed her again, slow and deliberate, trying to pour all his truth into the connection. “Oh no, sweetheart. I don’t know exactly what we’re starting, but we are starting something. And I plan on building it, growing it, and seeing everything we can become.”
Her smile widened, and at that moment, Tyler swore he had never seen anything more beautiful. She shone like a beacon in the darkness, her light pulling him closer.
“That sounds perfect,” she whispered, nodding against him.
“Yeah, it does,” he agreed, his voice rough with feeling.
For the next half hour, they lay tangled together, kissing and making out like teenagers, their laughter and soft murmurs blending into the night air. When they finally righted their clothes and she walked him to the door, Tyler kissed her deeply, needing one last taste of her before he left.
“Sleep tight,” he murmured, brushing a final kiss against her forehead. “I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
Driving the short distance to his house, Tyler entered with a smile still curving his lips. And as he glanced up at the dark ceiling, he could almost swear he felt Gramps grinning down at him again.
25
Justice gripped the strap of her purse as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded while Tyler slowed the SUV outside the garage. “You can just drop me off,” she said, her voice a little too brisk.
“Not happening,” he replied, already climbing down before she could argue. He rounded the vehicle, opening her door with that quiet protectiveness she was fast becoming addicted to.
Justice slid out, rolling her eyes for show. “I’m not afraid of going inside.”
“I know,” Tyler said easily. “But I want to make sure someone else shows up before I leave.”
His tone was calm, but she could hear the steel underneath. She didn’t argue again. Side by side, they walked into the garage, their footsteps echoing against the concrete. Justice deliberately kept her gaze off the makeshift plywood barrier near the front, not wanting to give the vandalism any more power than it already had.
The familiar scent of oil, metal, and rubber now melded with the smell of charred wood and smoke. This garage had always been her safe space. Her second home. She hated seeing it violated.
