Page 66 of Justyce
Her citrusy ocean scent envelops me and I relax into her hold, placing my palm over hers. We stand there for god knows how long, her arms locked around my waist and her head resting on my back.
In her silence, I can feel her offering me comfort, giving me this small gift of justbeing. There’s no malice in her touch, no ulterior motives and it feels… it feels right and I’m fucking terrified.
Untwining her fingers from my waist, I turn toward her and my knees buckle seeing the compassion swimming in those electric blues.
Lifting Kenzi’s chin with my knuckles, I lean in and place a delicate kiss on her lips as a thank you. I’ve never been good with words, especially showing gratitude, but my lips can work magic when needed.
She mewls and folds into me, her arms wrapping around my back tighter. Our kiss intensifies, her nails clawing into my shoulder blades and the beast within begins shredding me from the inside out. Although, this time, I’m calling the shots. My fingers slide down her body and she parts her thighs for me.
Deftly, I work my fingers inside of her, fine tuning her like my favorite instrument, listening and reveling in her cries and whimpers.
When she shudders and clenches around my digits, I pull away and place one last kiss on her lips then her forehead and exit the shower. Peering down I’m not surprised to see my cock looking angry and weeping, but this wasn’t about me.
Reaching for a fluffy peacock colored towel, I’m startled when Kenzi’s voice echoes through the bathroom. It’s filled with uncertainty.
“Justyce…”
I tense but don’t turn around. Closing my eyes I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and begin to towel off. “Yeah?”
“What−I mean is everything ok?” The pain laced in her voice almost brings me to my knees.
Throwing the towel around my neck, I walk toward the door and say, “Yeah, Dark One, I’m ok. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy.” With that I walk out of the room and pull the door closed with a soft click.
I throw on a pair of running shorts and shoes and head down to the gym to escape her like a fucking coward. I need to run; I need some fucking clarity because god knows I’m useless at differentiating between my head and dick when Kenzi is in the same room.
After ninety minutes on the treadmill and half an hour of body weights, I amble out of the gym feeling spent. Sweat drips down my forehead and pools at the end of my nose. I swipe it off. In need of some protein, I head to the kitchen for some breakfast. As soon as I round the corner the hairs on the back of my neck lick up and my eyes find Kenzi and Olga, the two of them having a hushed conversation. For a second I stand there, dazed, wondering what the hell the pair of them could be talking about, but I shake myself out of it and force myself to move into the room.
“Morning ladies,” I drawl with fake bravado.
Olga curses in Croatian at me, her salt and pepper hair and round face smiling through her cussing. “Sit. I’ll make you breakfast, lud.” She always calls me lud; it means crazy in Croatian. Pretty damn accurate if you ask me.
“I will after my coffee, woman,” I say, smirking.
She raises an eyebrow, plants her hands on her wide hips and I want to squeeze her chubby cheeks so bad.
Chuckling, I shake my head and walk to the coffee machine sitting on the red marble granite bench. Reaching up, I grab my cup from the cupboard and begin filling my it with the liquid gold in the pot. The bitter sweet smell of coffee wafts up into my nostrils and I inhale fervently.
Keeping my back to both of them, I holler, “Did you want a cup, Dark… Kenzi?” I correct myself before having to explain to Olga why she has that nickname.
“Yes please,” her voice comes out quiet, barely audible.
I nod and reach for another mug in the overhead white cupboard then fill it. “Two sugars and cream still?”
“How’d you… never mind. Yeah, that’s how I like it,” she replies.
I turn around to find Kenzi’s head facing toward her lap and Olga’s confused eyes darting between us. She screws up her face and raises her left eyebrow in question. It’s annoying that she can read any situation, not just this one. I shake my head and see the disappointment written all over before she focuses back on the stove, and it guts me.
Sliding the mug across the granite bar, I walk around the other side of the bench and pull up a stool beside her. Taking a sip of my coffee, I enjoy the hot liquid scorching my throat then fish my phone out of my pocket with my free hand. The first messages I see are from Acheron, causing me to groan.
From the corner of my eye I see Kenzi’s head snap up and look at me. I already feel like an inferno sitting next to her. But with the way her eyes greedily eat me up, I feel I’m ready to combust. I really shouldn’t have sat so close to her. Why the hell did I go to the gym if I was only going to sabotage the slight calm I was feeling before finding her in the kitchen?
“You couldn’t put on a shirt?” she says annoyingly.
“Nope,” I pop the p. “I just finished in the gym. Speaking of… you have free reign of the house. I won’t be home until late.”
“Oh,” she replies quietly, sounding disappointed.
Swiveling in the stool, I turn toward her. “I’ll be back, Kenz,” I say quietly. “Can I trust you?” I eye the locket around her neck momentarily before focusing back on her face.
