Page 21 of Justus
“Thatlook is going to get you fucked.”
Damn.I was ogling him again. My tongue may as well have been hanging out. Speakingof tongues, his darts out to wet his lips and a wicked smile emerges.“Speechless?” He closes his eyes. “I’m marking this moment in my memory. Sadiedoesn’t have a comeback. Looking at my sexiness has struck her mute.”
“You’rean ass. And here I was considering a quickie.”
Hiseyes darken. “No quickies with me, Sweets. I take my time and do it right. Whendo we need to be at the hospital?”
“Acouple of hours.”
Rubbinghis thumb down his chin, he says, “I can make that work.”
Thewords are barely out of his mouth and he has me by the leg, pulling me to theedge of the bed. “Someone accused me of being a bad kisser, so I think I needto set her straight.”
“Sokiss me.”
“Nope.”He pulls off my panties. “You had your chance. Maybe your pussy will appreciatemy kisses.”
Itdoes. It really, really does.
* * * *
Momis home from the hospital and in good spirits. She spent the first day in bed,but now she’s up and around again. Doug has actually been spending time with usinstead of locking himself away in the basement to play games. As disappointedand frustrated as I am with my brother and his unwillingness to stand on hisown two feet, I have to admit he takes good care of Mom.
Mom’sbirthday is today and while we originally planned to take her out to a nicerestaurant and a movie, she just isn’t up to it. Though she makes light of whatshe calls “these little incidents” they leave her weaker every time. So, we’recelebrating here with just the four of us.
I’mpouring the chocolate cake batter into the pans when a warm mouth meets myneck. “Hey, sexy, we’re getting ready to play Dirty Riddles. Are you almostdone?”
“Youwant to play Dirty Riddles with my mother?” I laugh.
“Itwas her idea.”
Hishand darts around me and he dips his finger into the batter. Before he can lickit off, I grab his wrist and bring his finger to my mouth. His eyes bore intomine as I suck it between my lips, licking every drop of chocolate away.
Sexwith him has been amazing. I swear, he’d spend the entire night with his headbetween my legs if I let him, but he hasn’t let me return the favor yet. I’venever minded giving head, but I’ve never really enjoyed it either. For somereason, I want to with him. I want to make him squirm and groan and curse thesame way he does me. We only have a few nights left here, and I plan to takeadvantage of them.
I’mspending as much time as I can during the day with Mom, but the nights are asweaty hedonistic retreat from my worry and fear. I’m happy I brought him, notjust because Mom totally believes we’re in a relationship, but because he’sbeen supportive and helpful beyond anything I would’ve expected.
MaybeI judged him too quickly for his man whore ways. After spending a few days withhim, I can see how much more is hiding under that superficial stripper façade.He’s funny and so compassionate with my mother and me. It isn’t until we’re inthe bedroom that the crude, dirty talking alpha side comes out and I’m ashamedto admit…I like it.
I’venever taken orders, never let a man—or woman for that matter—tell me what todo, but the sound of his deep voiced commands to strip or bend over excite mein a way I don’t fully comprehend.
Asmall growl escapes him as I palm his growing cock through his jeans, givinghis finger one last hard suck. “I’m blowing you tonight.”
“Let’sgo,” he says, pretending to drag me away.
Laughing,I slap his chest. “After everyone’s in bed!”
Hissilent gaze makes me aware of my every movement as I slide the cake pans intothe oven. “I don’t want to stop seeing you when we get back home,” he blurts,looking as surprised at his admission as I am.
Freezingin place, I avoid his gaze. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve been thinkingthe same thing, fantasizing in my head what it would be like to date him. I’mnot a jealous person and I don’t have trust issues, but with his job andeverything, I’m not sure I could trust him. I need some time to think.
“We’lltalk about it later, okay?”
Turningme to face him, he drops the lightest of kisses on my lips. “Tonight.”
“Tonight,”I sigh.
“Rightnow we have to team up and beat your family at Dirty Riddles.”
