Page 77 of Justice For Me

Justice knew the giant-sized grin on his face had to make him look the fool, but he could care less. He was loved. He’d fought for it and he’d won…and he knew it would be worth every battle scar he’d earned in the fight. “It’s about damned time, old man.”

The second the jet leveled and they were given the signal that seat belts could be unfastened, Malachi grabbed Justice by the wrist and tugged him to his feet. It could have been interpreted as rough but it was more of a rushed intense necessity.

“I’m using your cabin, Dante,” Malachi growled, referring to the small bedroom that had been added to the jet to make joining and becoming a life-long member of the mile-high club more comfortable.

“Of course,” Dante answered in a bored voice but his eyes were glowing with mischief. “Just remember the walls are fairly thin.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Malachi literally drug Justice down the aisle way.

When they reached where Megan was sitting, Justice dug his heels in and reached out a hand to his other lover, beckoning her to join them.

“Not this time, baby. You’re all his,” she purred with a wink and then followed it up with a love tap to his ass.

Inside the cabin, Malachi quickly ordered, “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

It was definitely his Dom voice, Justice realized. Punishment already? Excitement bubbled inside of him as he obediently started stripping, his hungry eyes never blinking or turning away from his master. Malachi’s hands, always sure and steady, trembled slightly as he jerked off his own clothes.

Justice eased his body onto the bed, laying on his stomach but wondering if he should be on his hands and knees. He was suddenly very conscience of the bruises and sweat staining his nakedness. Hell, Nicholas’ blood and brains were probably splattered here and there as well.

“Turn over,” Malachi demanded. “That ass is one of my favorite things in the world, but I’ve got something else in mind right now.”

Justice frowned but followed orders.

Malachi climbed on the bed and paused long enough to admire his pet’s lithe and lean gorgeous body. He was magnificently perfect and he washis. Gripping Justice’s trim hips, he lifted him off the bed enough that his ass rested in Malachi’s lap. With a push, he spread his pet’s thighs as wide as comfortably possible. “There’s so much I need to say to you, Justice, so many apologies that need to be made,” he said in a gravelly voice.

Justice tilted his head, unsure of what direction they were headed in. Terror started to gnaw at him. Had he done something wrong? “It wasn’t your fault…what they did to me. We’ve already talked about that.” He suddenly felt the urge to cover himself up.

Malachi felt tears threaten to fall as he soaked up the beauty, fear, and love on the face of his lover. The boy had succeeded in turning his world upside down and damn near changing how he felt about most everything. Dark circles that would be bruises by morning decorated the spot beneath both eyes. There was a cut on his pouty lips that might have needed a stitch. Mussed hair, wild and untamed just like Justice, was standing out in every direction. Pale blue eyes, terrified but hopeful, were wide and unblinking as the boy fought to understand what was happening. Because of his disorder, he was probably trying to find a way to blame himself when he was the very last person that needed blaming.

“I am sorry that I brought you into that world…my world, but I’m so fucking greedy that I wouldn’t change it if I had the chance. I couldn’t risk not having you in my life. I will hunt down and kill any fuckers that might dare to lay a hand on you because of your connection to me, but I can’t let you go, not even to protect you.”

Malachi traced a finger along the side of Justice’s face, gently caressing the warm flesh like he was touching him for the first time. A silky blonde curl found its way between his fingers, and he relished the soft texture, toying with it before tucking it behind an ear. “I’m sorry because I allowed my father to keep controlling my life…even after he was supposed to be out of it. Because I was terrified that his darkness might dwell inside of me somewhere, I held back.” He took a deep breath. “I held back parts of me from you, parts that you deserve and that I so desperately want to give you.”

Justice felt his throat tighten. He knew he couldn’t cry, hadn’t been able to cry since he was nine years old, but still…

“You were right, Justice. It wasn’t you and it wasn’t one of your triggers.” He bent over and placed a soft kiss on the spot under his eye that would be bruised in the morning and felt long lashes tickle his lips. “I was a coward and I wouldn’t give you everything.” He kissed the spot under the other eye. “Hell, baby, I swear I didn’t even know I was doing it. There’s a million excuses I could make, I was doing it to protect you or was doing it to protect me…none of them really matter though. The fact is I was a fucking coward.”

“You don’t have to say…”

“Shhh. Yes, I do,” Malachi argued softly. “We have to set some ground rules between us…if this is going to work.” He paused and then added, “And this is going to work.”

“I struggle with rules,” Justice admitted. “Because of my…” He shrugged, hating to admit his weakness out loud.

“RAD. Because of your RAD,” Malachi inserted. “I’m not fucking afraid of your RAD and I don’t want you to be afraid of mine, either.”

Justice snorted. “Megan talked to me about what she thought, Malachi. You don’t have RAD.” He felt his face blush, the way it always did when his disorder was shoved out into the open for everybody to see.

Malachi laughed softly. “You have such a sassy mouth, kid. I absolutely love it.” To prove his point, he leaned in and traced the outline of the sassy mouth with his tongue. “No, I haven’t been diagnosed…because I would never allow any of Dante’s doctors to come within ten feet of me. I thought I was too strong, too much of a bastard to deserve any type of help. I didn’t need anybody, I could fucking do it on my own. Blah. Blah. Blah. A coward,” he stressed.

“When I started reading about RAD so I would understand your needs and be the Dom you deserved, it didn’t take me long at all to realize that I was pretty much reading about myself…about my childhood and how it affected me as an adult. The only difference is that you, my pretty, are dis-inhibited and I am inhibited. Where you love so easily, I refuse to love at all. Where you give everything, I avoid giving no more than what is necessary to get what I want. Where you love giving up control, I cling to it like a fucking lifeline.”

“That can’t be true,” Justice argued. Malachi was perfect. Megan was perfect. He was…not close to perfect.

“I’m afraid so, kiddo. What? You don’t want me anymore?”

“You know how bad I want you…both of you.”

Malachi smiled. “Good, because we both want you,” he declared greedily. His fingers traced Justice’s lips again. “These lips, all plump and pouty, they belong to me.” He captured his mouth in a hungry kiss but then quickly backed away.

---