Page 85 of Dirty Justice

In one shove, he filled her. Their gazes locked, and they shared a rough noise of want as he began to move. Filling her to the core and holding it a beat before pulling out again, inch by slow inch.

Passion flooded him. He took her mouth, controlling the kiss and working her into a frenzy. Her tongue was wild on his. Her teeth scraped his lip. She bit down and tugged to hold him prisoner. What she didn’t know was that she already had his heart and soul locked up. She owned both, and he didn’t want it any other way.

He swung his hips back, withdrawing his stiff cock from her clenching walls. A soft mewl of disappointment broke from her lips. When he replaced his cock with his mouth, her hips rocketed off the bed.

God, she was sweet and primed. The scent of her arousal had his cock leaking precum in a long ribbon. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he drew her first orgasm from her.

She bucked. Screamed his name. And rode his tongue until the contractions faded away.

Only when she was still coming down from that high did he sink his cock inside her pussy again. She came again, sending him out of control.

He rocked hard and fast, plunging deep, deeper… His balls squeezed, and his mouth opened on a silent roar as spurts of cum filled her pussy.

Seconds later, he collapsed on top of her. They were both breathing hard. He realized he was missing the feel of her hands on his spine as the afterglow set in, so he untied her restraints, setting her free.

She buried her fingers in his hair and clasped his head to her shoulder as they caught their breath.

“I love you, AJ. So damn much it hurts.”

His heart flexed at those words. He lifted his head and stared into her expressive eyes they were overflowing with sparkles of love. “I know the feeling.”

NINETEEN

Indika anxiously scrolled through social media on her phone as a distraction. AJ had gone out hours ago to meet with Oz. Everything in her wanted to text him and see how it was going, but he’d given her space to work, and she could do the same.

She told him she trusted him, and she did. She only hoped whatever his reason for meeting with Oz, the outcome made him happy.

She was distracting herself with some videos of puppies when a text popped up.

Quickly, she flipped to another screen and stared at the message. It wasn’t AJ telling her he was leaving the bar where he and Oz met for a beer. It was Gia, and she’d created a group chat.

Indika blinked at all the names in it. Every significant other of the Blackout team was on the list.

So how did she fit in?

Gia was messaging about the baby shower, giving them all the particulars about time and place.

Her phone kept vibrating as several of the women joined the conversation. She was about to respond that she’d be there to support Gia when the front door opened.

She dropped the phone and shot to her feet. AJ walked in wearing his leather jacket and those sexy, low-slung, worn jeans that made her want to rip them off his body for round two.

Spotting her waiting expectantly, he shot her a smile and closed the door. He stripped off his coat and hung it up, removing his boots next. When she stumped forward on her cast, his eyes glimmered with amusement.

“Can’t sneak up on me, cupcake.” He took her in his arms. She pressed her cheek to his chest, smelling beer and other alcohol lingering on his clothes.

She gave him a squeeze and stepped out of his arms. “Well? What happened with Oz? Was it a meeting about taking the job?”

Wordlessly, he took her hand and led her to the couch. She didn’t miss the crease between his drawn brows, though. When he sat down and settled her on his lap, she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We had a very frank discussion. He wants me to join them, but…he saw my heart’s not in it. So we decided to put the offer on the back burner.”

“I see.” A flutter hit her stomach, and she couldn’t decide if her reaction was a good response or a bad one. She didn’t knowwhatto feel about AJ giving up everything just to be with her. And sheknewthat was the reason. Late at night when he woke from a nightmare, her name a scream on his lips, she knew the bombing haunted his every waking and sleeping moment.

She searched his face. “How do you feel about the decision?”

He shifted his shoulders, the harnessed power of bulky muscles stirring her arms where they rested. “Pretty good. I wasn’t ready for a job like that.”

“I see.”

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