Justice (29 page)

Let the traitor dig his hole deeper and really put the nail in his brother’s coffin was more like it.

I should have stayed in that apartment. I thought I was being altruistic or something like that. I thought I needed this. I thought I needed these people. I thought she’d never respect me if we ran…

“Rebel,” her voice cut through me like a knife. I turned around and she stood there, in the doorway. The scent of lavender was in the air as if she had cleaned up before she came here. Her hair was loose and long down her back, something she had only done once in my presence. She was in a pair of black cargo pants and a tight tan tank under a leather jacket. She looked amazing.
 

“They’ve sent in the big guns,” I said under my breath and her quiet regard confirmed she had been sent to bring me to the trial.
 

“I didn’t make any promises. I’m just here, I’m here to talk.” She closed the door and approached me.
 

Talk. Sure.
 

I was suddenly angry. I was pissed at the entire situation. At my choices, at what could have happened.

“What do you want to talk about, Baby?” I walked forward, making her step back. The office was small so she was up against the wall two steps later. I caged her in with my arms. I looked down at her and tried to be mad, but I couldn’t.
 

She looked up at me defiantly. I had a foot on her, but she stared me down. This tiny thing had more fire in her than anyone I had ever met.
 

“How stupid you are,” she shot back.
 

“Is that right?” I stepped back and pushed the hot flare of anger down.
 

“We could have fucking left,” she hissed. “But you had to come back to this. I don’t fucking get it.”
 

“Being on my own is a death sentence,” I said.
 

“I would have stayed with you,” she said quietly.
 

“For how long?
 
And could you have lived with yourself? Abandoning your friends? For what, me? Some washed up low-life who didn’t have the balls to stand up for what was right?”
 

“Is that what you think of yourself?” she asked, pity in her eyes. I didn’t want her to pity me. That look in her eyes ripped me apart, made me feel even more of a low-life.
 

“I know where I stand, and you shouldn’t be here.”
 

“I want to be here,” she said.
 

“Why, you want more of this?” I moved quickly, caging her in again. It was a jerk move, but I pressed myself up against her. I might as well embrace my low-life status. She didn’t push me away, instead her small hands pressed against my chest and she looked up at me with those damn blue eyes.
 

“It’s what I’m really good at.” I whispered and I took her mouth, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling on it.
 

She moaned against my lips and my consciousness narrowed to that moment. I was starved for her. I wanted every part of her. I needed to touch and taste, but most of all I needed to be inside of her. She pulled at me and I pushed back. I yanked her jacket off her shoulders and threw it on the floor.
 

She kicked out; the thump of her boots on the floor a wonderful sound. I pulled her tank up, she was braless.
 

Lucky for me, my little cell had wall to wall glass windows on the back wall. I could see clearly with the light that came through- her body, her skin, the flush of her excitement. She was perfection. She was always perfection. Her nipples were hard and erect. I sucked one into my mouth and she arched against me as her hands went to my hair.
 

She squirmed, kicking off her pants until she was completely nude and under my control. I hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. I unbuckled my pants and released my cock. I was hard and ready. I pulled her to me and she
 
wrapped her legs around my waist as I found her wet and ready center and I slid inside.
Perfection
. She took every inch of me and moaned my name as I seated myself in her core.
 

“Reid,” she sighed as I began to pump into her. I kept her braced against the wall and with each thrust I drew a small moan from her. Holding her up and keeping a steady pace wasn’t easy, but I tried my damnedest. When she came, she came hard but quietly. She shook in my arms and I continued to thrust as she held on.
 

I had never felt so alive.
 

FIFTY-NINE | Typical Male

A second orgasm ripped through me and I would have sold my soul to keep this man around for more. He thought he was punishing me, he thought this was about teaching me a lesson.
I would take this lesson any day
.
 

He let me drop and I slid down the wall. I wanted him back inside me. I had never wanted anything more. Until he kissed me again. Then all I wanted was the kiss. I was caught in the moment. Focused down to one moment as time slowed and everything blurred out of existence. There was just him. Only him. He kissed me with such assertiveness, such hunger, I was unsteady on my feet when he finally let go.
 

“On the cot,” he said gruffly and I shuffled over to the cot. I was about to lay down on my back when he barked out, “No.” He pushed me down on my hands and knees.
 

Oh fuck.
 

He gripped my hips and slammed into me without prejudice. I saw stars and my body exploded in warmth. There was some weird keening sound coming out of my mouth. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t help it. My focus was completely skewed. I didn’t know what was up and what was down. All I knew was Reid had me, I was his and I didn’t want this to end.
 

It lasted for what seemed like hours, but ended in mere minutes. Too soon, the pleasure erupted and I froze, my orgasm so intense my vision blacked out. It pushed him over the edge and he came hard, holding onto my hips as he emptied inside of me.
 

He withdrew and I whined. I didn’t want it to end. I heard him kick off his pants and he fell on the cot next to me. His chest rose and fell fast as he cooled down. I wrapped around his side, sad to see his beautiful cock not erect and ready. I gave him a few minutes of silence. His breathing became steady as his heart rate lowered and his body chilled in the unheated room.
 

I began to stroke his dick. It was still wet with my juices and moved easily in my hand. He was eager and soon he was hardening in my hand.
 

“Hannah,” he moaned as his dick lengthened and hardened more. “What are you trying to do? Kill me?”

When it was ready, I threw my leg over him and lined myself up with his body, I sat back and took him inside of me with a sigh.
 

I rode him. Up and down I moved my body over him. I leaned forward and he suckled my tits like he was starved for them. He grabbed my ass and tried to control the pace, but I pushed him off and rode him at the pace I wanted. When he stroked my clit, he rubbed me in the right place and pattern. I leaned back and
 
completely abandoned myself to the pleasure.
 

We came together this time. The intense sensation was almost too much to handle. Blood pumped loudly in my ears, my heart beat insanely fast. I fell against his chest and he wrapped his hands around me, our bodies sticky with sweat and come.
 

He murmured something inaudible and when I turned my face to his, I heard it.
 

“I’m sorry.”

Typical male.
 

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I didn’t want her to leave. The sun shone over us as we lay on the cot and I felt at ease again. All the stress and worry faded away, drowned under the passion I had just experienced. I knew I had things that loomed over me, terrible things, but they didn’t seem real now. All that felt real was her.
 

“What are you sorry for, Reid?” she asked, sitting up and looking down at me.
 

“I’m sorry I can’t be the guy you deserve,” I said in a low voice.
 

“I don’t deserve a guy.” She ran her hand over my chest. “I’m not the perfect female you think I am. You beat yourself up for what you didn’t do. And you’ll have to live with that, you’ll have to live with the fact that you didn’t act when you might have, that you followed the wrong people, one of which was your father. I’m following orders too, and I have to live with what I’ve done, the bad orders I’ve followed. You didn’t act because it’s not in your nature. You’re not the type of person to pick up a weapon, I am. It doesn’t make me more deserving, I’m just as fucked up. Probably more.”

“You’re not fucked up. You’re amazing.” I pulled her down and kissed her, not for sex, even though I felt my dick stir with her nearness.
 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered back.
 

“So, where does that put us?” I hated to ask. It’s not like we had a future. At least, I didn’t. I should be grateful I had this, this moment.
 

There was a knock on the door.
 

“Baby, the trial starts in ten minutes,” Alexis called from the other side of the door.
 

“She’s been out there the whole time?” I asked, suddenly embarrassed. Not for myself, but for Hannah. I didn’t want to compromise her in that way.
 

“Out in a second,” Hannah called and looked at me. “Someone had to guard the door, in case you took advantage of me and escaped.” She smiled, “You managed one of those.”
 

“I feel like I did,” I grimaced.
 

“Shut-up and enjoy it. So, are you going to the trial?”
 

I didn’t want to leave her, but if my days were numbered, if my fate was to be exiled or worse…I didn’t want to waste any more hours. If that meant I had to watch Junior being flayed, so be it.
 

“Yeah, I’m going.”

“Well, you better put some pants on, that might be a bit distracting.” She motioned toward my dick and laughed.
 

“I think you need to take your own advice, Baby.” She frowned and began looking around for her pants.
 

The place was packed. Someone had rounded up every chair they could find and put them in neat rows facing a folding table. Most of the women were present, along with a good portion of the civilian men. I even spotted a few of the brothers, Jazz, Midnight and Shakes, sitting off to the side under guard. They gaped at me when I walked in with Hannah at my side and took a seat near Alexis.