Page 61 of Bleed Me

“You spoke the truth.”

“They were the last words I said to him. I can never change that.”

“Nor the fact that they’re true.”

Water dripped from my numbing shoulders. “Had I not said them—”

“Nope. Brat was always destined to quit. It was his way. We’d tried to help him for a long time before you got here. I ain’t letting you take the blame for what ain’t yours.”

“I pushed him, Justice.”

“You protected what’s yours. The mother of your child.”

Tired. So tired, my eyes drifted shut. “Is she okay?”

“Still sleeping.”

I shook my head, envisioning the blood. “She can’t sleep in his room, even after it’s cleaned.”

“It’s not his room anymore, but I understand you keeping her with you.”

How does she know that’s what I was going to do? My eyes opened to look deep into hers. “Do you?”

“It’s what we would expect of Giver, and nothing less.”

My body felt like it weighed a million pounds. “Babe, I’m tired.”

Her body pressed to mine. “I know.” She held my face. “But don’t shut down. Don’t stop feeling.”

Not moving from her touch, I held my left hand in the air to show her where the wall was. “It’s right here, promising me relief. Numbness.”

“Don’t let life win. Stay with me.”

“I want to. I do. But there’s this dark cloud chasing me.”

“Dark clouds are nothing but stormy weather. Let it rain. Just let it rain, James Gunn Dalton. Let it pour down all over us. Together, and only together, can we withstand the storm.”

Another fork in the road.

Become numb, or learn to live?

Fuck it.

The kiss I delivered was brutal and unapologetic. It was possessive and a pure indication of what I was going to do to her body. Even if Jesus Christ himself walked in that bathroom, Justice and I were still fucking. I was so done with tastes. I wanted the entire damn supper laid out before me to feast on. So, I fucking took it.

We kissed so hard and rough, lickin’ and suckin’, we tumbled right the fuck out of the shower and crashed to the floor, not missing a touch. Without giving each other a chance to catch our breaths, Justice pushed me to my back and climbed aboard the Giver train.

Wet and naked, that woman aligned my dick to her hot channel and cursed, “This better be as good as I’ve dreamt it to be.” Then she slammed down on me.

Her heat, her fucking pussy was like nothing I had ever felt before. Motherfucking light shows in my head blinded me! Blinded me! I started to yell, “Holy shit—” but her soft hand slapped down on my mouth.

Justice was gasping so heavily I could barely understand her next words, but they sounded a lot like, “If you wake her up and we get interrupted one more damn time, I am skinning you alive after I fuck you half to death.”

My mouth opened to eat her hand. No joke. Her pussy had me losing my ever-loving mind and trying to eat her damn hand.

Justice swayed on top of me. “Oh my God. He’s sucking on my hand.”

Who was she talking to? Not a fucking clue. She had lost her mind, too.