He grunted long and loud, his abs tightening against my inner thighs, before coming to a complete and total standstill.
“We need to wash off before the hot water gets drained all the way,” he said, sounding out of breath just like me.
“I’m honestly not sure about the state of my knees,” I said. “If you let me go, I might very well crash to the ground. Impersonate a boom of thunder and all that jazz.”
He laughed and pulled out of me, making me whimper at the feeling of emptiness.
“Sorry, baby,” he said, moving us until I was once again under the spray of the water. “Can’t stay in there forever. My parents might frown upon that.”
I gagged and reached for the shower railing but coming up short.
“Give me that soap, please,” I ordered. “Also, you’re drowning me with the water that’s splashing off of your chest.”
Another boom of thunder shook the world around us, and I had a pang of worry jolt through me.
“I don’t want to die naked,” I told him. “Hurry.”
He laughed and moved back so the water wasn’t splashing me directly in the face, then helped me out by pulling the showerhead directly off the wall and aiming it lower.
I washed away the evidence of the last hour with him, then handed him back the soap.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
The blush that blazed over my face was bright red, I could tell.
Luckily, it was so dark in the tiny bathroom without any windows that there really wasn’t anything to see.
After shutting the water off, he helped guide me to the bath mat, then ordered me to stay still as he disappeared into the room beyond.
He came back short moments later with his phone’s flashlight on.
He grinned at my nakedness, then walked to a cabinet and withdrew two towels.
“You should’ve gotten those first,” I told him as I pointed at the puddles of water. “Now we’re going to have to clean those up.”
He looked at them dismissively as he placed his phone down onto the counter face down.
I dried myself off a lot slower than he did, and when he was done, he threw the towel down on the floor and gave a half-ass attempt at cleaning up the large puddles that gathered after he’d walked through the room earlier.
I watched as I completely dried myself off, then hung the towel up on the towel bar when I was done.
And, when it was obvious that Justice’s attempt at cleaning was all he was going to do, I got dressed in what I’d arrived in his room earlier in, then cleaned up every bit of water before looking around for a hamper.
“What do I do with the dirty towel?” I asked curiously.
He crashed down onto the bed with another jolt of thunder accompanying him, then said, “There’s not a hamper. Toss it onto the floor by the door. I’ll get it in the morning.”
Even though I hated the idea of leaving it there, I did as he asked, then went back to the bathroom for his phone.
After walking into the bedroom, I handed it to him and reached for my own phone.
I had it within my grasp when he tugged me unceremoniously into the bed and pinned me underneath of his body.
“Now tell me about what we were talking about earlier,” he ordered, beads of water still slickening the skin on his back.
I smiled, not bothering to feign ignorance.
“There was this guy at work that constantly gave me shit,” I said. “Four days a month when I was having my period, I turned into this emotional, barely-can-stand-up mess. He always knew when I was on it, too. Like he had this sixth sense. And then he started giving Stratton shit about how I always got special treatment on the days that happened. And because he didn’t have the same problems, he should get a pay raise from having to pick up my slack. Since it actually was kind of true, I decided to consult a doctor about it, and he suggested birth control. It hasn’t totally alleviated the shittiness of my period, but it’s definitely helped. Now I have about four days every three months that knock me off my feet. Not every month.”
There was a long pause as Justice acknowledged everything, then he said, “The guy sounds like an asshole.”
I snorted. “He was. But he was a truthful asshole. If I wanted to be doing a man’s job like I was doing—according to him—I needed to be able to function like a male. And I couldn’t take off every four days just because my uterus hates me.”
He wisely didn’t comment on that.
“Why the bad periods?” he asked. “I’ve been around quite a few females, including my mother and sister, and they never had periods that took them out like you’re describing.”
“You have a sister?” I blurted.
In all the time that we’d spent together, a sister had never been mentioned.
“Yes,” he answered. “Glory. I know I’ve mentioned her.”
I burst out laughing then.
“You have a tattoo on your arm of a flag.” I pressed my hands to my face. “I swear to God. I thought when you were talking about Glory, I thought you were talking about your flag. Like in the third person.”
He rolled until I was once again on top of him, then pulled me down so that my lips were accessible for his kiss.
“She’s in the military. Deployed right now as a matter of fact.” He paused. “Now, why do you have such rough periods?”
The fact that he so obviously cared about why I had such rough periods was really touching. I didn’t know a man alive that cared.
“I have what you call cervical stenosis. Which, pretty much, is just my cervix opening being too small to allow for adequate blood flow during my period,” I said. “Not dangerous…just annoying.”
His hands squeezed my hips.
“Good.” He paused. “The thought of you in pain literally rips my guts apart.”
And that, right there, was the reason I was falling in love with the man.
He obviously cared. Even if what he cared about was not something a man would usually care about.
I leaned forward and rested my head on his chest.
“I don’t want to go back to my room,” I mumbled sleepily.
Now that I was sexually sated, the day had started to catch up to me.
And tomorrow would be coming in just a few short hours.
Tomorrow that included a lake day trip with his family and a lot of his dad’s buddies.
“Then stay,” he insisted.
I didn’t try to argue.
I didn’t want to argue.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Arguing was a fun past time to me.
Justice was obviously a Royal tamer.
I smiled against his skin.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked, letting his large palm smooth up and down the length of my back.
“In my head, I just called you the Royal tamer,” I mumbled. “Because I don’t want to argue with you out of general principle. You’ve broken me.”
He chuckled softly, and I sank even deeper into him when his laughter shook me as well as him.
“Go to sleep, Royal. There’ll be enough time to argue tomorrow,” he teased.
He was right.
There would be.
I fell asleep on top of him, happy and sated.
And didn’t wake up until the next morning when his mother walked in on us in the exact same position as we fell asleep in.
Chapter 16
Naked is good. Unless it’s in front of your mother while your girl is on top of you.
-Food for Thought
Justice
My eyes blinked open a second before the door was thrown open.
“I can’t find Royal!” my mother cried.
Royal, who was still asleep with her head pressed against my chest, didn’t even flinch at my mother’s intrusion.
“She’s right here,” I said, thankful that we’d both gotten at least semi-dressed af
ter our shower.
“Oh,” Mom said. “Good. I got a little worried when her door was open, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. That storm last night was crazy…I got a little scared there for a minute.”
I yawned. “I’ll be out in a minute, Mom.”
My mother’s eyes lit as she studied me and Royal lying in the bed.
Thankfully, the sheets covered what our clothes did not, and there really wasn’t much to see.
Also thankfully, the way Royal was laying, her leg rested against my very hard, very ready to do her again, cock. Keeping it from tenting up the sheet like I was sixteen or something.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Breakfast will be ready in half an hour.”
With that, she left, closing the door softly behind her.
I let my head once again fall back on the pillow, then contemplated the merit of lifting Royal’s leg and sliding her panties to the side as I slipped my cock into the tight recesses of her pussy.
In fact, the idea sounded so good that I didn’t question the thought.
Instead, I did exactly as I wanted.
Pulling her leg so that she was once again over the top of me, she moaned and repositioned herself until she was exactly where I needed her to be.
I slowly rubbed my hand up and down the length of her panty-clad sex, wondering if I could take her while she was still asleep.
“This is the best dream ever,” Royal said against my pec.
Her mouth was so close to my nipple that if she poked her tongue out just a little bit, she’d be able to lick it.
“Not a dream,” I said as I pressed one finger under the elastic band of her panties and pushed it to the side.
She moaned and sat up, her eyes still sleepy and sleep lines on her adorable face.
She bit her lip and squirmed.
She was so adorably cute that I forgot what I was doing momentarily.
She reminded me, though, when she wiggled her pussy against my hard cock.
My finger delved deeper, and I rubbed one knuckle against her wet pussy lips.
“Jesus,” she shivered. “Justice.”
Things went fast after that.
Very conscious of needing to be quiet since my parents were likely awake and drinking coffee in the next room—something I would most certainly not be sharing with Royal—I pulled her panties roughly to the side, yanked my boxer briefs down with the other hand until my cock popped free, and then lined it up with her entrance.
She helped me after that, sinking down slowly onto my cock, taking me in fully, until not an inch separated us.
She licked her lips, her eyes no longer sleepy.
I pulled her down then, loving the delicious feeling of her hot pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock.
I also enjoyed the rough rasp of her panties as they rubbed against the root of my dick.
The contrasting feelings were enough to have me on the verge of coming before I’d so much as taken any thrusts.
Royal’s braless breasts bounced up and down in her shirt as she started to slowly glide herself up and down my length, and I was enraptured for a long moment as I watched the wonders.
My hands came up and cupped each of the globes, my fingers pinching together to trap her hardened nipples between them.
The gasp that left her throat had me very aware of the noise we were making, so I pulled her down with my hold on her nipples.
“Kiss me,” I breathed. “Ride me and fuck me, but don’t let your lips leave mine.”
When she would’ve disobeyed, I pinched her nipples hard, causing her to squeak in surprise.
The opening of her mouth was all I needed to take advantage.
Sitting slightly up, I crushed my mouth to hers and swallowed all of her surprise.
We stayed like that as we fucked, writhing together for what felt like hours but only ended up being just a couple of minutes.
Needless to say, my control was not where it usually was.
Royal did things to me that I’d never felt with anybody else.
And when I felt her pussy start to ripple around me, I let myself go.
Hands fisting in her hair now, I thrust upward, taking her hard and deep—much deeper than I’d been letting her go on her own.
The difference was all she needed to come and come hard.
I kissed away her cries, luckily muffling them to nothing more than a whisper of sound.
And when I followed her, coming so hard and deep that I knew she’d be dripping cum for hours, I was already counting down the moments to when I could do it all over again.
I was just coming down from my orgasm, my eyesight returning to normal, when I heard my mom call out, “Do you want your eggs over easy or scrambled, Justice?”
I felt Royal stiffen above me.
“Over easy!” I called out.
She dropped her face into my neck and groaned.
Grinning, I sat up with her in my arms and followed the same route I’d taken the night before.
“Take a shower,” I said, pulling out of her.
Her panties fell back into place with a snap, and she looked down at my wet cock that was still dripping with our combined releases.
I knew the moment the thought—she wanted me again—crossed her mind.
Her eyes darkened, and she bit her lip.
Which caused me to laugh darkly.
“Take a shower,” I ordered again. “My mom. Eggs. She’ll never let you and me go again. Promise.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“What?” she gasped. “Your mom knew we did it the first time?”
Honestly? I had no idea.
And I really didn’t even care.
“No,” I hoped not, at least. “Take a shower. I’ll bring your bag in here. You have like five minutes.”
Royal’s eyes were wide. “I can’t even wash my hands and go to the bathroom in five minutes. Let alone take a shower and get dressed.”
I pulled her into me for a quick kiss, then set her away from me.
She blinked sleepily—God, she was cute—at me as she watched me clean off my cock then get dressed.
“Shower,” I sang.
She flipped the shower on with a flick of her wrists, then stepped inside while it was still slightly cold, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her mouth as she did.
Laughing at her cuteness, I walked out of the guest bedroom, right past my parents who were leaning over the kitchen island drinking their coffee, and headed straight for my old room.
Passing Lock in the hallway as he came out of the bathroom, I exchanged a ‘morning’ with him and kept moving.
I found her bag neatly tucked into the corner of the room.
Hell, the bed that she’d crawled out of in the middle of the night was even made.
Laughing at the absurdity of making her bed before she’d come my way, I headed back into my room, this time passing Lock and my parents drinking coffee, and gently set her shit down on the bed.
Then, because I wanted to get a rise out of her, I knocked over my stack of clothes. Threw a pair of her shoes that were in the top of her bag onto the floor in different directions and followed that up with dumping half her bag onto the dresser beside my shit.
Grinning wickedly, I closed the door and headed back to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, finding only my mother.
She wasn’t cooking eggs.
She had a box of donuts in front of her now and she was nibbling on a kolache.
“I thought you were making eggs?” I said, pulling out a glazed donut.
My mother smiled at me wickedly.
“Justice,” she said. “I’m not dumb.”
I grinned at her.
“Don’t give her shit when she comes out here. I think she’s half in love with y’all,” I told her.
My mother’s face softened.
My mom really was the coolest mom ever.
She di
dn’t beat around the bush when it came to me—or even my sister for that matter.
I was always able to practice safe sex because my mother provided me with condoms. But, those condoms had come with a long list of things that happened if I didn’t wear the condoms and be safe. She always was direct and to the point. She told it like it was and didn’t hesitate to share the very bad with the good.
Hell, there was one time that my mother showed me a slide show of all the STDs you could get when I’d given her shit about not wanting to tell her what I was doing one night when I was seventeen.
“She’s a great girl,” Mom said. “Dad told me that something was up with you at work. He told me I didn’t need to know the rest. But he also told me that there was a possibility that you might’ve been in trouble at work.”
I waved it off.
“Not in trouble, per se,” I admitted. “More like I chose Royal over my undercover assignment and will likely not be repeating any more undercover assignments.”
I didn’t see the point of lying.
I generally tried not to do it at all, but in the case where my mother was involved, I definitely didn’t do it.
She could smell a lie from a million miles away, therefore, I always told her the truth since inevitably she would find out if I didn’t.
“Coffee?” Mom asked, sitting up when she heard a frustrated growl come from my closed bedroom door.
I grinned and nodded.
“Royal likes order,” I told my mom as she moved away. “I might or might not have messed up our shit before I left the room.”
There was a bang, followed by a curse, and I wondered just how quiet we were earlier when I was taking Royal.
Probably not nearly as quiet as I’d have hoped.
If I could hear Royal moving around that much, there was no doubt in my mind, my parents knew exactly what we were doing not too long ago.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Royal’s eyes found mine almost instantly.
“Not nice!” She pointed at me. “Very not nice.”
Grinning at her anger, I gestured to where my mom was pouring coffee for me.
“Want some?” I asked.
Royal’s eyes found my mother who was holding out an empty coffee mug.
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