Justus (8 page)

He turned to where she stood
by the door.

“Maybe you would be safer at
the lodge,” she said. Her voice was strained. “They’d not dare
attack them directly.”

He stepped over to where she
stood.

“You don’t want me here?” he
said, trying to keep the growl out of his voice but failing.

She stared at him, tears in
her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not
safe here. We only got lucky they didn’t surround the house and
demand to go room to room.”

He stepped even closer and
breathed in her scent. It still mingled with that of the bastard
from before, but he’d fix that.

“And what about you?” he
said. “They suspect you’re involved.”

She shrugged and turned her
head away.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Like you were a minute ago?”
he said. “The crazy bastard putting his hands on you like he had
some right to?”

Paige turned to glare at
him.

“What was I supposed to do?
Kick him out? Hit him?” She sighed loudly. “We both know they’ll
kill you if they get the chance. This isn’t just some concerned
people, these people think they are fighting evil. I couldn’t risk
him finding you. I was protecting you.”

The air grew thick between
them as her words settled over him.

She gasped as his mouth
pressed hard against her, his tongue pressing through her sweet
lips for the taste he’d been craving.

Paige moaned against him. His
hips bucked against her, seeking out some sort of connection.

He groaned as her body moved
against his own. His hands made their way to her back, sweeping
down until he had a firm grip on her ass. In one swift move, he
lifted her small body up and wedged himself between her hot, open
legs.

Justus pulled back to watch
her face as his hard dick pressed against her center.

Her eyes were glazed as she
stared back at him.

He shifted his hips, and she
leaned her head back and rested against the door.

With one hand wrapped firmly
around her back, his other hand pulled at the soft blue t-shirt she
was wearing. In one movement, he pulled the shirt over her head,
leaving only the thin cotton bra underneath.

Paige brought her hands up to
her chest to cover them.

He pulled her hands from her
chest and placed them against the door in a gentle hold.

Lifting her slightly, he
placed small kisses against the gentle, sloping skin there. With
each kiss her breathing increased. Justus looked up to her before
reaching the front clasp of her bra. He raised a brow in a silent
question.

She slipped one of her hands
out of his and held it over the clasp.

Justus held his breath.

The clasp opened, and the
fabric slipped from her front.

He stared in awe at her
round, perfect breasts. No one could ever compare to her. He didn’t
care who they were. She was everything he needed.

His eyes stayed on hers as
his mouth covered a hard nipple. He gently rolled it in his mouth,
enjoying the way she watched him. When he brought the tender flesh
between his teeth and gently bit down, she rolled her head back in
a loud moan. Her hips rotated over his throbbing dick.

“Justus,” she whispered.

He switched to the other
side, treating it with equal care.

Now her hips moved freely
over him, etching away at the little restraint he still had.

Not able to take much more,
he brought his head up from her breast and held her close as he
moved away from the door.

He started to move to the
room he’d been sleeping in, determined to see things through.

“Wait,” Paige said.

Justus gritted his teeth and
came to a stop. When he looked at her, he was ready for just about
anything she might say, except for the words that actually came out
of her mouth.

“My room,” she said and
blushed.

Faster than she could have
thought, Justus had climbed the stairs with her still in his arms.
There was only two doors upstairs. One led to the bathroom, and the
other led to her room. He pushed open her door the first try.

When he set her feet down on
the floor, Paige wasn’t quite sure what to expect. He was so
intense, and she really wasn’t all that experienced. The few times
she’d had sex had been during her early years of college, and none
had been all that satisfying. Just the little they had already done
passed her expectations.

The room was mostly dark
despite the fact that it was mid-day. She’d invested in good blinds
when she’d started working as a nurse. Never knowing what hours she
might be working meant that she needed to be able to sleep at any
time of the day.

His mouth sought hers as they
stood inside her room. His large hands skimmed her body.

“Touch me, Paige,” he
whispered in her ear.

Tentative, her hands reached
out to his chest. She already knew how muscular he was. Her eyes
had provided the evidence many times. Now was the chance to feel
all the lines she’d been thinking about.

Her hands traced his pecs and
then down the dip his stomach made between his abs. The more her
hands moved over him, the more she wanted to feel.

She jumped when his hands
flipped the button on her pants. He pushed them down with her
panties, leaving her totally exposed.

Paige placed her hand at the
front of his sweats when he came back up.

Her fingers dipped below the
band, and she could feel him there pressing hard against the
pants.

She gasped and looked up to
him.

“I thought you wore
underwear,” she whispered.

His warm chuckle sent a
tingle through her.

“I was in a hurry,” he
mumbled and stepped closer to her, his mouth now even with her ear.
“Besides, I decided not to this morning. I was too hard wanting
you.”

Her face flamed as she
realized he’d been without all morning, including pressing himself
against her before when she had been treating him.

Not waiting for her to
finish, Justus pushed his pants down and kicked them off. His arms
wrapped around her, pulling her hard against his body. His thick
length pressed against her.

Her hands moved against him
this time. She was curious to feel the parts that she’d only
thought about. She skimmed over his hard ass and slowly made her
way to his front.

“Paige,” he growled.

Her hand wrapped around his
length, and she could feel her aching center weep for him. She
slowly moved her hand up and down along the smooth shaft, including
the head. Droplets of cum coated her hand, and she blushed at the
thought of licking it off.

Justus groaned loudly before
walking her to the bed, his shaft still in her hand.

He slipped away as they
climbed on the bed.

“I need you,” he groaned as
he nestled himself between her legs.

Paige felt her center go
slick at the thought of him entering her. She shifted and found him
pressed against her.

He shifted his hips back and
moved them forward, sliding between her folds. Paige groaned when
he bumped her clit.

He was so big. She wasn’t
even sure that he would fit or that she’d be able to take him
without it hurting.

“Tell me I can,” he
moaned.

Paige wanted him. Wanted to
feel him. Her hands came to his chest.

“Slowly,” she said and looked
away from him, ashamed she might not be able to be with him like he
would want. “You are big,” she whispered.

His hands came between her
legs and rubbed the tip of his hard cock against her opening.

Paige groaned at the hard
slickness and moved her hips in time to his. She could feel the
tightness in her center start to form and knew it wouldn’t be long
if he kept it up.

Likely sensing her movements,
Justus brought his hard length to her opening and pressed in.

It was tight but not quite
like she expected. Instead of pain, all she felt was more excited
than she had before. She wrapped her legs around his back and
pulled him forward.

“Paige,” he groaned. “You are
making this very hard.”

She smiled at him. His body
shook as he tried to maintain control.

Again, she pulled him harder
against her and pressed him deeper inside. She moaned at the
fullness.

“More,” she hissed.

Not waiting, Justus pressed
all the way until he was seated deep inside her. He stayed that way
for a moment and let her adjust.

Paige moved her hips. He was
so deep, she could feel him nudge her cervix and groaned at the
feeling.

“Tell me I can move,” he said
between pants, his words clipped.

Paige swiveled her hips again
and brought his head down to her own.

“Move,” she whispered.

The word was all he needed.
Justus moved his hips, his hard cock slipping in and out. Each time
he bumped her clit.

Paige ran her nails down his
back and stopped when she reached his ass.

“Harder,” she moaned.

His thick dick filled her
until all she could think about was the release that would soon
come.

She could hear the sounds of
their bodies together, the sound of slapping as his pace
quickened.

He lifted her hips and sat
back on his legs. She watched as he stared down at where they were
joined. Part of her wanted to be ashamed at where he was looking,
but it was erotic to have him see her and erotic to look, his dark
skin contrasting with her own pale skin.

Justus looked up to her eyes
on him and only moved faster.

She could feel it now. The
warm heat moving through her. Her insides clenched, tightening
around him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His hips
moved faster than she thought possible.

He slammed in hard, and her
insides quivered around him, squeezing him as her orgasm rolled
over her. Justus shouted her name as his own release took hold. Hot
cum filled her as the lasts of her own orgasm wrung him of his
final release.

Still deep inside her, Justus
lay on top of her, sucking in deep breaths. She listened to him,
her hand on his head, loving the feeling of their closeness.

Slowly, they drifted off to
sleep.

Chapter Eleven

Paige moved quietly
around the room, dressing in silence as Justus slept in her bed.
She worried a little they might have overdone it going at it two
times in a row, but she couldn’t seem to tell him to stop the
second time.

She glanced down at him. Her
cheeks heated. Sleeping with men after only knowing them a short
time wasn’t really something she did. Heck, it’d been many years
since she’d even last had sex.

Ava was more the free spirit.
The one who went with the flow. Paige was the dependable one who
always seemed to be left dealing with trouble when things got
bad.

Justus sighed loudly, and she
resisted the urge to just climb back in bed and forget the
food.

She shook her head and
slipped her pants on. They were out of food, and if the morning was
any indication, he was going to be hungry for more than her when he
woke up. Apparently it took a lot of fuel to keep a super-soldier
going. Or a super-lover for that matter.

Paige crept out the door and
down the stairs. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her
purse.

She paused for a moment at
the door and debated a note. Really, she wouldn’t be long and
figured he would guess she was just running an errand.

Harsh wind struck her as she
stepped out onto the porch. It bit through her coat and made her
shiver. Her fingers shook as she slipped the key in the lock and
turned.

Not wanting to stand in the
cold longer than she had to, Paige ran to her car and started it
up. The heat kicked on after a moment, and feeling returned to her
toes.

She eased away from the
house, down her long drive and onto the street.

Movement in her mirror caught
her attention as one of the trucks from earlier followed her.

She chewed her bottom lip for
a moment. If she turned back, it might look like she had something
to hide. Still, knowing that John’s men were watching her didn’t
set her at ease in the least. If they decided to make her
disappear, no one would be the wiser, especially the way people
were acting recently.

Given the way the sheriff had
behaved and the way John’s men had talked, local law enforcement
was obviously on their side, and it wasn’t like if she called the
FBI, they’d come running because of her suspicions. Plus, from what
little she’d gathered while at Luna Lodge, the Horatius Group had
spies in the government.

Justus was already at risk
being at her house. The Horatius Group seemed to always have an ear
to the ground, and if they caught on that he was there with her, it
could mean trouble, the kind of trouble her local asshat harassers
couldn’t begin to attempt.

No, she needed to act like
she had nothing to hide, even if it meant putting herself at
risk.

* * *

Justus woke with a
start. The bed was cold, and from the smell of it, Paige had been
gone for a while. He grunted once in disappointment and then took
in a deep breath. An unfamiliar musky smell assaulted his nose.

Someone was in the house. He
bit back a growl and curse.

“How long we got?” a man
said. The voice sounded familiar. He was likely one of the goons
that bastard John had brought with him.

“Benny says she’s heading
into the store now,” the other goon said. “Maybe half an hour.”

They weren’t exactly being
quiet about their work but also didn’t seem to be tearing the place
apart. Whatever this mission was, it wasn’t a raid on the place.
Recon, maybe?

The sound of shattering glass
reached him from below. Justus moved from the bed and slipped on
the clothing from before.