Page 69 of Justice For Me

“Strip.”

“Malachi…I don’t need you to…”

He was on him before another word managed to escape from between his lips. Strong, determined hands removed his clothing with relentless determination. He paused only when he came across a bruise from his accident.. There, his strangely colored eyes would darken even more as fury blazed brightly for Justice to see. Once he had him completely naked, he dragged him across the room and bent him over one of the high tables. He didn’t dare move as Malachi efficiently locked his restraints around his wrists and ankles, spreading his arms and legs wide.

It was at that moment that he realized that Malachi was just as fucked up as he was. Megan had been right. Sure, they were different…had different symptoms to the same disease, but they were equally fucked up. Malachi clearly thought sex fixed everything…it was all the man knew. He’d withheld it from him for the past two days, thinking he probably didn’t’ want to be touched, spanked, or fucked…when that was really what he wanted most. When that hadn’t worked, he was now moving to the opposite end of the spectrum. Oddly enough, Justice realized he needed this…thistouchingas much as Malachi needed thefucking.

They both were truly and decidedly fucked up…but they were perfect together. Maybe they would never get to where they needed to be. Maybe they would.

A lubed finger slipped inside of him, stretching him with a rushed rhythm. It wasn’t the kisses or the softly whispered words of love that Justice craved…but it was what Malachi could give. Knowing this, he greedily took whatever his lover offered him.

Hours later, his body ached and his eyes were heavy with exhaustion but he did feel carnally cherished by the man he loved. Fuck, but the man had to have popped a bottle of Viagra before dragging him in there. When he’d vowed to fuck him until he was senseless, he hadn’t been kidding. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t worry about whether Malachi loved him as a lover or played with him as a plaything. He could revel in the fact that they were both trying.

Malachi stood behind him again and he couldn’t stop the frown from crinkling his brow. His ass was seriously beginning to edge past the sore level. Thank the fuck, Megan chose that moment to sort them out.

“That’s enough!” Her voice echoed through the room. “For fuck’s sake, Malachi let the boy up. Gretchen won’t let a one of us have supper until we are all there.” To take the edge off, she smiled sweetly at both of them. “Get your asses down stairs in twenty minutes.” She started out the door but whipped back around. “I’m giving you twenty minutes so that you both can shower…not for you to slip in one more fuck before dinner!”

Two more days passed with Malachi trying to fuck him into oblivion and him just craving a soft kiss on the lips even more than he hoped to shit they didn’t run out of lube anytime soon. It had also been two more days of stealthy stalking Goldilocks…waiting for what-the-fuck-ever the brainiac had planned when he had stolen that picture from the war room.. Forty-eight hours of being fucked, being forced to cuddle, seeing Malachi getting seriously fucked up as he struggled to come up with a viable plan to find and obliterate Nicholas, and him being determined to do something to rescue his man from the bastard that forced him into putting that damned protective barrier around his heart.

Finally, it came…

Megan and Susannah were locked away in Susannah’s playroom, practicing whatever the shit they practiced every day. What he wouldn’t give to watch that interaction one lovely day when he didn’t have a villain to kill. Dante, Malachi, and Dustin were in the war room. Travis was probably dancing aimlessly somewhere in the castle, waiting on Dante to come rock his world. He loved the boy but he was fairly certain he would be useless in a stalk-and-kill-Nicholas vacation trip. The moment he heard Jasper say he wouldn’t get to join them in the war room, he’d known whatever was going down…was about to go down.

He’d given dear Goldilocks just enough time to think he was safe to make his move and then he’d simply followed him. The boy knew how to sneak off the castle grounds, but he didn’t know a damned thing about checking to see if he was being followed. When he’d slid into the backseat of the taxi he’d obviously contacted to have waiting for him, he’d just slid right in on the opposite side.

“What the fuck, Justice?” Jasper hissed.

“Why did you take that picture?” Justice countered. “How often do you sneak out of the castle, Jasper? I’m fucking certain that wasn’t your first rodeo.”

“Long story,” Jasper answered. “Get out of the car.”

The driver looked back at them like they were raving lunatics. “Listen boys, my meter is running. Where are we headed? I don’t have time for a lover’s spat.”

Justice watched Jasper’s jaw clinch at the lover’s spat comment.

Cornflower blue eyes narrowed at him. “You need to go away, Justice. This doesn’t concern you.” He looked so fucking innocent but Justice knew that Jasper’s vulnerable and innocent appearance was fucking misleading. No one could take what that kid had taken without being one of the strongest mother fuckers strutting this earth.

“The hell it doesn’t!”

“Get the fuck out of the taxi, Justice. Go back into the castle and keep your mouth shut, man.” His voice was pleading, his eyes desperate.

“Tell me what you’ve got planned,man.” Justice countered. He felt excitement starting to build in his gut.

“No. Go away.”

Eye roll. “If I go away, I’m going to back to Malachi and Dante and I’m telling them you took that picture and that you are planning something…without them!”

Jasper’s back straightened and his eyes narrowed. “You would be selfish enough to throw away our only chance of destroying Nicholas?”

“Boys! Where to?” Every time the man swiveled around in his seat, the delightful aroma in the taxi grew stronger. Fabulous. Goldilocks just had to draw the only stinky cabbie in Texas.

Justice stepped out on a limb. “To the airport, sir.” The flash in Jasper’s eyes told him he was right. He might not be brilliant like Jasper but it was a pretty safe bet Nicholas wasn’t living in their neighborhood.

“Don’t do this, Justice. Please.”

He wasn’t backing down. He was going to give this to Malachi…or die trying. “I suspect we have a flight to catch. I seriously doubt you added in any extra time for Dante or Malachi to catch you. Tell the driver to start moving. Now.”

He told the driver to take them to the airport.

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