Page 97 of Bleed Me

“Isn’t that like sacrilegious or something?”

“I don’t even understand the words that just came out of Captain’s mouth.”

“What do we do with all the strippers?”

She faced her brothers. “Bring them on! I’ll watch them with ya! Those bitches are hot as hell. Just, none of them are touching my man.”

I couldn’t help it. I smiled.

Months later, as we showered, Justice kept teasing and trying to slither behind me. I wouldn’t let her because it would ruin the surprise for our wedding. “Giver! I can’t take the suspense! What have you been hiding?”

Water flowed down her face and over her perfect perky titties. “You have to wait.”

She followed my lusty gaze. “Wait, huh? That’s a coincidence because I was just about to tell you—”

My eyes raced to hers. “Don’t you dare.”

“—that you, too, have to wait,” she cupped her breasts, “for these,” she cupped her core, “and this.”

I hissed in horror. “You’re heartless.”

She shrugged. “At least I ain’t pussyless.”

Her middle finger slid inside her core, that I was already missing, even though it hadn’t been mine for only two-point-three seconds. “Justice!”

She laughed, acting like a recorded message. “Justice is busy getting herself off. Please call back.” She moaned. “Later.”

I dropped to my knees, not caring about the pain against the tub because it didn’t compare to not tasting her. “Let me have one lick. I can already smell your arousal.”

Blocking me with her free hand, she pulled wet fingers from her channel and sucked on them. “You’re right. Damn. I am so hot and ready for sex.”

My eyes were locked on the luckiest fingers in the world. Her pussy and her mouth? Ah, Shit. “Mercy, babe. Mercy.”

Those wet fingers twirled in the air. “Let me see your back.” She stepped over my calves as I did what was told. My dick screamed I was to obey. “Giver, what is the big deal? It’s your Stallion—”

Even though she couldn’t see it, I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Her silence told me I had done good. “You were sayin’?”

She dropped to her knees between my calves and feet. “You didn’t do this.”

Smartass comments, commence!“Nope. I don’t think that’s what you were sayin’. I think it was more like you were trying to deny me what’s mine.”

Ignoring me, the tips of her fingers traced what I had added to my Stallion tat. “Giver.”

“You like it?” Her forehead fell to between my shoulder blades, nodding, but she said nothing. That had me doubting myself. “I mean, if you prefer a ring—”

“Palms to the wall.”

Wait. “What?”

Reaching around me, she grabbed my left hand and slapped my palm to the light tile in front of me. “Palms to the wall.” She reached around my right side, doing the same.

I chuckled, loving her breasts touching my back until her right hand grabbed my Johnson with vigor. “Ah, shit.”

Justice started sucking on my back as her hand began to stroke me. “If you buy me a ring, thinkin’ it could ever be better than this ultimate wedding gift, I will shoot you.”

All blood pooling in my dick, yet again, I nodded, struggling for air. “No ring.”

“No ring.” Her teeth grazed my skin. “Now, as you come, I want you to speak these words I am crying over.”