Seeking Justice (5 page)

"So Bandit Days, which is now a barbeque, horse games, and a treasure hunt, sprung from people wanting to find the cash?"

"Yes, missy, that's exactly what happened." Zander stroked his fingers through her hair. It was always so soft, and it was such a simple pleasure, one that he knew she enjoyed from the way she nestled against him.

"Which part of the tale do you believe?" she asked. "In all the years I've known you, I never asked."

He took another sip from the water bottle. From this position, some of it slipped out and ran down his face to his shoulder.

"It's hard to say," he finally replied.

Her giggle made him smile. "You're avoiding the subject, Mr. McMillian."

"Not at all," he replied. "What I'm doing is withholding my opinion."

She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at him. Zander loved her soft brown eyes, which seemed to be able to drill deep into his soul.

"Come on, after all these years, you must have chosen a side. I'm sure half the city, probably half the county, has an opinion whether the treasure is long gone, or was really buried and never dug up again."

"What about you?" he countered.

Her shrug made her breasts wiggle, and it made his cock stir, despite the fact they'd just had incredible sex. "Come on," he said, deliberately using the words she'd just used. "After all these years you must have chosen a side. After all, this isn't your first Bandit Days."

This time she laughed so hard, it made her cough.

"What's so funny?" he asked when she'd calmed down.

"I hate to tell you this, but I've never really paid attention to the story. That's why I asked you to tell me. I just thought it was a fun way for the town to get together and enjoy good food and beer."

Zander trailed his finger over her breast. He circled her nipple, and then gently tweaked it. "And now?"

"It's a bit too early to tell," she said. "I don't know the whole story, so I think I should withhold judgment until I've looked at the information Miss Agatha has gathered over the years."

Zander lifted his lips to her breast, where he gently traced the trail his fingers had just taken. When he found her nipple, he sucked it in gently, savoring the soft intake of breath that escaped her lips. He suckled her for a few moments, letting the taste of her sink into his mouth.

"Zander," she whispered. "It's too soon."

"Oh no,
darlin', you've got me up again." He pointed to his crotch. "See?"

"Oh my, you are ready again." A big smile lit up her face. "Can I be on top this time?"

"Love that idea." He captured her nipple again. She pushed down, and he took suckled her harder.

"So good, Zander," she whispered. "I…."

She lifted up and her nipple popped from his mouth. "You what?" he asked.

"I'm wet for you," she said. "I want to…" she let her words trail off and she scooted away. "Lie down so I can climb on."

"Bossy little lady," he said. "Maybe I should make you wait until we get back to the house."

"Maybe you should do as I say," she said.

Zander cocked his head. "This is not like you. You've never been one to take charge in the bedroom."

"We're not the
bedroom." She wiggled her finger at him. "We're near the creek, remember?"

Now Zander could see where this was going. She'd had a spanking earlier, but she obviously wanted another one. This game was something they had done before, where she argued with him until he took his belt to her ass. It was always a playful thing, like it was right now. Obviously, Justice wanted the stimulation right now.

"You know what I mean," he said, trying to sound stern.

"I'm not sure I do know," she said.

"Be good, Justice, and I'll give you ten hard swats with the belt." He left her body stiffen, and loved the way she sighed in anticipation.

"What do I get if I'm bad?" she leaned over and kissed him, letting her tongue slip over his lips.

"Fifteen," he said.

"What do I have to do for twenty?"

Zander put both hands on her hips and shifted her until she was on top of him. His cock pressed against her thigh. All it would take was one little move and he would be inside her, but if that happened, all chances of a spanking were out the window. He'd be too tired after he came to spank her.

"Which do you want the most, baby? Spanking or sex?"

Justice's brow furrowed as she obviously considered the options. Finally, she said, "Do I have to choose?"

He stroked her hair. "Close your eyes."

She did as he asked, and Zander stared up at her. He was struck once again by how beautiful she was. In the moonlight, her beautify seemed to intensify.

"Tell me what you want, for us to go to the house so you can get a good, hard spanking, or do you want to screw here under the moonlight until we are both exhausted and fall asleep in each other's arms."

Justice stretched her arms above her head, looking like a satisfied cat.

"Let's fuck," she said, mischievously. "But, you have to promise me I'll taste the belt tomorrow."

"I promise," he said. "Now take me inside you."

Like he thought, a few wiggles were all it took. His hard dick was soon nestled in her soft, wet folds. Justice wasted no time in getting to the main event. She started to move faster and faster until she was bouncing so hard the truck seemed to move with her.

Zander grasped her hips, holding on to her as she rode him like a stallion in a riding contest.

"Zander, Zander, Zander," she said over and over. She grasped the edge of the truck, and Zander knew she was close. He decided not to help her along by fingering her clit because he knew from past experience she could come from fucking alone in this position.

Seconds later, she proved him right.

"Zander! So fucking good!" She screamed out. He slapped her ass as she came. When she started to slow, he slapped it again and again, and she started again, bouncing until he felt his balls tighten.

"Oh yeah, my Justice." He came hard, shooting straight up into the most beautiful woman in the world. As he did, all sense of reality left him as she melted down into him. His cock pulsed inside her, pure pleasure seeping into his bones as she nestled against him.

It wasn't until he heard the soft sounds of her sleeping that he realized he hadn't put on one of the condoms he'd been so careful to bring to the bed of the truck.

* * * * *

"You know, you should put up some sort of warning sign like, 'Careful, naked people in the truck.' I mean really, Justice, yuck."

Emily's voice roused Justice from her sleep. She ran her fingers through her hair and stirred. Next to her, Zander mumbled something about his sister being a royal witch. It took a few minutes for Justice to realize it was light outside. At some point in time, Zander had covered them up. He must have picked up blankets from the house at the same time he'd collected the mattress.

"Emily?" Justice sat up and looked at her friend, who stood about six feet from the truck. "I thought you were at the coast."

"We came back early," her friend said. "When I saw your car at the house, I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, we went home and when we came back to the house and you weren't there, we came searching for you."

"You found us," Zander growled. "Now go away."

Justice looked over at Zander. She could see he had what he called morning wood. At least Emily was standing beside the truck and wouldn't be able to see it.

"Mom and dad are here," Emily said. Zander sat up, clutching the blanket to
himself, and Justice couldn't help but laugh.

"Not here proper," Emily said, "but they are at the house, and mom is cooking breakfast."

"I'm going to slug her," Zander said as he lay back down.

"Your mother?" Justice asked.

"My sister," Zander said.

"You'd better go," Justice said with a laugh. "We'll be up at the house in a few minutes."

"I can't promise I'll save coffee," Emily said with a laugh. Justice watched her walk to her truck and get in. After she'd driven off, Justice laid back down and put her head on Zander's shoulder.

"Want me to give you a blowjob? Or a hand job?"

"Tempting," he said. "But I think we should just go up to the house. I'm surprised I'm hard. You wore me out last night."

"I could say the same for you," she said. She snuggled against him. "Can't we just stay here?"

"Forever?"

Justice heard the surprise in his voice. "Why not? If we could have food delivered, and set up a bathroom under the tree with a toilet and shower, then I think we'd have it made. Of course, you might get bored with me after a while."

"Not a chance," he assured her. "I'd love it as much as you would, darlin', but I think we need to get up, get dressed, and get to the house."

"The three g's," she sighed. "Get, get, get."

Zander pulled her into a kiss. "Last night was incredible," he said after the kiss had broken. "I think we should stake this place out as our own personal outdoor bedroom."

He kissed her again, and Justice thought her toes would curl up in pure pleasure. "Would that be before, or after, we've found the bandits' loot?"

"After," he said, dejectedly. "I know we have to do what Miss Agatha wants us to do. After we have breakfast, we'll go to the house and see what's what."

"Sounds good," she said, just as Zander cried out.

"Crap! I'm late." He jumped from the back of the truck. "I'm supposed to meet Leroy Butler about the intake with his mare this morning."

Justice watched as Zander pulled on his pants, jumping around from foot to foot until he was on. His impressive hard-on was gone.

While he buttoned his jeans, he pointed at her. "Get dressed!"

"Another g," she said. She thought about playing this for all it was worth, but she knew Zander. He hated to be late, and if she teased him too much he would get mad, and it wasn't the type of mad that would end with a playful spanking. She got up and carefully made her way to the front of the cab, where she quickly pulled on her clothes.

When they were in the cab and headed toward the house, and pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror.

"Do you think Leroy will realize we're wearing the clothes we were wearing last night?"

"He's a guy," Zander said. "Most men don't notice things like that. If he was a woman, I would say yes."

Justice ran her fingers through her hair. She desperately wanted to brush her teeth and wash her face.

"I can't believe we slept all night in the bed of the truck."

"That mattress is comfortable," he said. She had to admit it was comfortable, and handy. Before they'd driven off, Zander had done something, she wasn't sure what, and the mattress had started to deflate.

"We should have left it blown up, so I could give it a good wash down at the house," she said.

Beside her, Zander stiffened, and she asked him what was wrong. He told her it was nothing, and she shrugged.

"We'll wash it off at Miss Agatha's house," he said as he barreled down the room. The rough terrain made for hard driving, and she wanted to ask him to slow down, but she knew that wouldn't happen. As they neared the house, she heard him swear again when they saw an unfamiliar truck in the driveway.

"That must be Butler," he said. "He probably doesn't think much of a man who keeps him waiting."

"My fault," she said.

"Yes, it is,"
Zander said, and for the first time that morning, she heard humor in his tone. "You'll get a few extra swats tonight for distracting me."

"Good," she said as Zander pulled up at the house. "Do your thing, and I'll go to Miss Agatha's after breakfast."

They looked around as they got out, and Justice realized the truck was empty, and Butler wasn't around. From the house, she heard a familiar voice call out. She turned to see Ben, Emily and Zander's father, standing on the porch. He had a coffee cup in one hand, and he waved with the other.

"I thought you weren't going to be back until tonight," Zander said as they started toward the house. He hugged his father after he'd mounted the steps.

Justice watched the two men together. They were the same size, and looked as alike as father and son could. Ben held out his arm and she went into his hug.

"We caught an earlier flight," he said once he'd hugged them both. "I wanted to see mom as quick as possible."

"Where is…" Zander pointed to the truck.

"Your mother is feeding him," Ben said, "as if you have to ask. Come on in you two, and get some food. Then we're going to the hospital to check on mom. If they let her go, she's going to stay with us. You two can take her house."

Justice always thought it was interesting that Zander's family accepted her so readily. Her own grandparents could care less if she called or not, and she hadn't talked to her mother in ages.