Justice (15 page)

Justice basically rolled over, giving Paul his backside. When he pushed his well-muscled ass out, Paul whimpered and stroked over the firm mounds. Justice had a very nice, big bottom covered with just the right amount of hair.

“Feels good,” Justice said.

Paul agreed, it felt divine. He left off groping and washed Justice down. “Rinse, then let me do your hair.”

Justice followed the directions without comment. Paul shampooed his hair then had him rinse that out, too.

He took Justice’s hands and placed them back on the tile. “Put your left foot up on the rim.”

Justice did, panting slightly with excitement. Paul reached between his legs and stroked his dick. “So hard.”

“So fuckin’ horny,” Justice retorted. “How can you stand it? You haven’t come once yet.”

“Because I want to come in your ass, and that’s worth waiting for.” Paul ran his hand down Justice’s length. He palmed his heavy balls and rolled them.

Justice moaned and arched his back, tipping his ass up. Paul traced his crack with his other hand, and kept playing with Justice’s nuts. Until it wasn’t enough, not for him, or Justice.

He left off touching Justice’s sac and brought both hands to Justice’s butt. “Love the way this feels,” he said as he began to knead the globes. “God, so fucking much.”

“So do I, but I need more,” Justice told him in a stripped voice.

Paul pried his cheeks apart, exposing his tiny pucker. Water ran down Justice’s crack. “Turn it off.” He figured Justice knew what he meant.

The water was shut off and Paul leant forward. He licked his way down Justice’s spine, holding his ass open. When he reached the top of Justice’s crack, he knelt and let himself follow that furrow right on down to the sweet pucker he longed to taste.

Paul licked over it and Justice gasped. That was a good sound. He licked again, dragging the flat of his tongue harder against that tender flesh. That got him a louder gasp.

Paul licked and nibbled that outer ring, listening to the sounds Justice made, letting them guide him as to what to do more of, and what to skip from then on. There wasn’t much of the latter. Justice was clearly enjoying the hell out of being rimmed.

Even when he gently scraped his teeth over that sensitive skin. Paul did it again, then he stiffened his tongue and began thrusting against the tight ring.

“Yes!” Justice bellowed. Paul would have grinned, but at that moment the resistance ceased and he stabbed his tongue into Justice’s hole. Justice went wild, jabbering and writhing for him. Paul pulled back and used his thumbs to press at Justice’s opening. He leant back farther and spotted the conditioner. Neither of them had thought about lube.

Paul pressed the tip of his thumb into Justice’s ass. He stood and used his other hand to grab the conditioner. Between his teeth and his free hand, he got the stuff open. He tipped the bottle upside down and poured it right down Justice’s crease. Seeing that thick white stuff slide down his crack just about did Paul in.

He used it to slick his fingers, running them through the viscous liquid. When he had Justice’s hole covered, it was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. Paul moaned and removed his thumb from the tight opening. He immediately pushed a slippery finger inside. The hot grip was maddeningly perfect, as was the needy sound Justice made. Paul sank his finger in as deep as he could.

“Good?” he asked.

Justice’s answer was to push back on his digit. Paul grinned and began finger-fucking him, slow at first before picking up speed. “More?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, not when he could feel Justice’s need throbbing inside him. The second finger went in with little resistance, though he was careful not to push too fast or let Justice spear himself on the digits.

And Justice was trying, moaning and cursing, writhing like sex incarnate. Paul curled his fingers and angled them just so. He brushed over Justice’s gland.

Justice yelped and bucked harder, seeking more. Paul gave it to him, slipping a third finger in and touching his prostate repeatedly.

He could smell Justice’s pre-cum, the salty, tangy odour of his need. Paul nipped on his butt cheeks, leaving behind pink spots that faded quickly. He reached around and fisted Justice’s dick at the base, holding it tight. Justice growled, undulating with an urgency that was beautiful to behold.

“Ready for me?” Paul twisted his wrist, giving Justice’s rim a good stretch. He kept the pressure light, letting Justice’s body and feelings guide him. With the link flowing open between them now, he was able to know and feel what Justice did. It was making it damned hard to keep from just fucking the man through the tiles.

In answer, Justice pulled himself off Paul’s fingers by turning sideways. He went down on his knees, bending over the side of the stall and putting his hands on the floor.

When he looked back over his shoulder at Paul, the hunger in his expression made him seem a primal being, lost in his body’s needs.

Paul slicked his dick with the conditioner still on his hand. Justice’s hole was plenty lubed and it gaped slightly, waiting to be filled. Paul knelt and lined his cock up. He gripped Justice by the hips and pushed into the tightest, hottest grip he’d ever sank into.

Justice moaned and mewled, spreading his legs wider to offer up more of his ass. Paul thrust in to the balls and wrapped his arms around Justice’s body. Desperation prodded him to thrust, but he waited until he was sure Justice was ready. Paul kept the movements short and hard, not wanting to release Justice so he could withdraw farther. He hammered into Justice like that, staking his claim and revelling in the feel of being inside his mate.

Justice made a garbled sound. Paul managed to get a hand back on Justice’s shaft just as his balls drew tight. He teethed whatever skin he could reach while forming a fuck tunnel with his hand. Justice humped it, keening almost non-stop.

Then his cock swelled and those sweet, gripping inner walls contracted around Paul’s shaft. Justice moaned and shook, cum spurting from his slit, some of it getting on Paul’s hand. It was too much. Paul grunted and ground against Justice’s ass as he climaxed.

It seemed to go on forever. Paul was lost in that moment of perfect ecstasy, carried to the heavens and left with the bright evening stars.

Eventually he came back to Earth, back to his mate, who was panting beneath him. Paul collapsed on Justice’s back. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath and get the strength to stand up. Plus, he loved the way his softening dick was being massaged by Justice’s body.

Eventually, his cock slipped free and Paul shivered. He got to his feet and held out a hand to help Justice up.

Justice looked startled. He hitched up a leg and reached down and back. “It’s leaking out. That feels—it kind of tickles.”

Paul started the shower. He didn’t mind at all if he got to wash Justice off again.

Chapter Twelve

Running through the forest and around the mountains and hills was out of the question. Justice wouldn’t leave Paul alone. When Paul had therapy with Vivian, Justice either sat out on the porch or did something around the cabin. Family members had been returning home, but so far, they’d stayed out of sight.

Justice knew there was more family coming in. It was what they did—circle the wagons and protect their own. There was even some bigwig shaman coming from Josiah’s brother’s pack. Remus. Justice had heard of the man, and he was kind of intimidated. He also wasn’t sure why the shaman was coming, but Grandma Marybeth said he was and Justice wasn’t going to question her. He’d likely end up with an ear twisted off if he did.

Since it was a nice day outside, and Justice was feeling a touch of cabin fever, he was sitting on the porch steps when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He tensed but relaxed once he spotted Oscar making his way over.

“Hey.” Justice waved at him. Oscar had always been hard for him to read, mainly because they didn’t know each other well. Justice had been in the Marines for almost half of Oscar’s life. He’d missed a few family reunions then when the military said time off was a no-go, but even when he’d made it to them, Oscar hadn’t been very approachable.

Oscar stopped in front of him. “Can I sit?”

“Sure.” Justice scooted over since he was sitting in the middle of the steps. Oscar would have fit beside him. Unlike most of the people in the family, Oscar wasn’t as tall or bulky. He also had lighter hair and generally didn’t resemble the shifter side of the family. He’d lost the tips of two fingers in a bear trap back when he was a kid, but Justice never really paid that any attention. He’d seen men blown to pieces while serving his country. Two fingertips were nothing to gawk at.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Oscar tipped his head up, staring at the cloudless sky. “Maybe I’m just being friendly.”

Justice snorted and nudged him with an elbow. “Right, Oscar. I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve ever come up and said hi to me.”

“Same goes,” Oscar pointed out. “So we’re both assholes.”

“Guess so,” Justice agreed. “Doesn’t really make it okay. I’m reminded every day how grateful I am for having such an awesome family.”

Oscar did look at him then. The smirk the man wore bespoke of mischief to come. “I do make up a good percentage of that awesomeness.”

“I think you’re confusing yourself with me.” Justice could joke, too. “I mean, I did ten years in the Marines, and that right there equals boss-awesome.”

“It equals you getting old,” Oscar snarked. “Whereas I am still in the bloom of my youth.”

“You’re a blooming something,” Justice agreed. “I’m leaning towards idiot, because if I’m old? What would that make Grandma? Shit, she’d beat your ass.”

Oscar narrowed his eyes. “You’d better not narc.”

Justice held out his hands. “Wouldn’t dream of it, bud.” He put his forearms on his thighs and let his hands dangle. “Seriously, what’s up? I’m glad we’re talking and all, and hey, glad to know you can dish it out and take it, but I get the feeling that’s not why you’re here.”

“It’s not, and you’re smarter than you look.” Oscar sighed then groaned. “Shit, I need to learn when to turn the smart-ass off.”

“It is difficult. Got my ass in a bind a time or two in boot camp before I caught a clue. Couldn’t fight with all my strength, either, because I was scared as hell they’d figure out I was a shifter somehow.” That was how Justice had learnt a large part of his self-control.

“I’d rather not have some pissy Marine kick my ass, so I reckon I’ll just have to try harder.” Oscar glanced away, then back at him. “I know Paul is scared of shifters, or at least wolf shifters, but here’s the thing. I can’t keep Josiah hidden away. This is his home, too, and he shouldn’t have to stay in our house all the time. Although, we are having a hell of a lot of mind-blowing sex.” He shook his head. “No, even so, he’s afraid he’s going to step out onto the porch and scare your mate half to death.”

Justice tried not to be affronted. Oscar was as protective over his mate as Justice was over Paul. “He doesn’t have to stay inside. I just want to know when he’s out on the property so I can keep Paul away from him.” Oscar looked at him. “Wow, that does sound kinda crazy,” Justice conceded. “This mate business is tricky, isn’t it? You want to do what’s best for them, but I sure as hell don’t always know what that is.”

“Fear is a powerful owner,” Oscar said. “It controls us if we let it. I know, believe me, I know Paul has been hurt by wolf shifters. Somehow, the word has gotten around to Josiah’s pack, even. I swear there’s no bigger gossips in the world than shifters.”

“Paul would hate that, having everyone know. He’s so ashamed.” Justice tried to tell him not to be, but it was something Paul had to work through in his own time.

Oscar went back to staring at the sky. “Understandable. If it makes any difference, I sincerely doubt anyone’s going to come up to him, ever, and share that fact with him.”

“I’d hope not.” Justice leaned against the railing, turning as he did so in order to watch Oscar. “So tell me, what do you think our options are? Because if you’ve never seen a panic attack—and felt one, because believe me, our mental link brings those bitches slamming right into me—then you can’t understand why I want to prevent Paul from having them if I can. Wolf shifters, damn, Oscar. He has scars—” Justice stopped. He wouldn’t go into any further detail about those. “He has every reason to be scared. Logic, that just doesn’t play a part in it. His brain knows that blaming an entire breed for the actions of a few is wrong. His body, however, has the memories of why he should fear them etched into his skin.”

Oscar went from staring at the sky to studying the ground. “I get that, I do, but fear that strong, it’s a powerful thing. It could cause him to be hurt. Just think for a minute, just listen and let me speak.”

How Oscar had known he was about to interrupt was a mystery, but Justice sealed his lips together and waited.

“If something happened to you, say you were sitting out here and someone shot you right between the eyes, killed you on the spot, and Josiah was the only one nearby to help? How would Paul react?”

“I can’t imagine, because he’d know I was dead, and he’d be going out of his mind from that. I don’t think he’d care what happened to himself at that point. I wouldn’t if our positions were reversed.” Then Justice corrected himself. “That’s not true. I’d find who did it and kill them. Then I’d just go off and die.”

“You’re missing my point,” Oscar growled. “Jeez, dude. If he needed help and Josiah tried to be there for him, Paul might freak out, hurt himself or Jo. He needs to try at least to accept his new family.”

And Josiah was now a part of Paul’s family. Justice hadn’t even thought of it like that. “Maybe it’ll make a difference, seeing it like that.”

“Like what?”

Justice poked Oscar in the arm. “Like Josiah is family now. Paul mentioned that his parents basically ditched him and Preston when they came out. I think he only sees Preston, and maybe,
maybe
Nischal as family. That needs to change. He needs to know he has more family than he can shake a stick at now.”