New Species 04 Justice (30 page)

The scent of her arousal drove him insane. He wanted her and judging by the heavy

musk of desire, she wanted him just as much. He couldn’t wait anymore. His hands

located the front of his pants, just ripped them open, and freed his aching cock. He tore his mouth away and grabbed her hips as he stood.

Jessie knew she should stop this madness but she was lost. Her feet left the floor as

Justice’s big body pressed her tightly to the wall, pinned her there, and her legs lifted to wrap around his waist. She couldn’t find purchase at first—his damn clothes were in

the way but a few wiggles slid them lower. Her thighs gripped skin as his hips were

bared.

He shifted his hips, the crown of his cock nudged her pussy, found the right angle

and she cried out as he drove into her in one fluid thrust that almost made her climax.

She was burning alive, so turned-on that she wondered if she’d totally lost her mind but

the feel of him was incredible.

He withdrew, nearly left her body and his mouth crushed down on hers. His

tongue drove inside to meet hers as his hips slammed upward to bury his thick shaft

inside her to the hilt and his hands gripped her ass to grind her pelvis against him. She cried out from the sheer pleasure but his kiss captured the sound, muffled it, and he

pressed her tighter to the wall.

Their bodies rubbed as he took her against the cool, smooth wall and powered in

and out of her body at a fast rate that drove her into a haze of bliss. He shifted his hold to hook his arm under her ass. His other hand wiggled between them, his thumb

pressed against her clit and he fucked her even harder.

She gripped his shoulders, tore her mouth away before she bit him and buried her

face against his neck. Their shirts were still on but parted enough that her nipples

rubbed his skin as they rocked together and she inhaled the smell of soap and shampoo

coming off him. He rolled his hips, found that certain spot with his cock that made her

gasp in wonderment and he kept hitting it as if he could read her mind.

“Yes,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he snarled.

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Her vaginal walls clenched tightly, her body trembled and her belly quivered. She

was pinned, couldn’t move with the way he held her and could just feel as he

manipulated her body. His thumb caressed her clit, revving her passion higher and she

cried out when the climax struck, tearing through her.

“Jessie,” he groaned, his hips jerked hard and hot semen bathed her deep inside as

he started to come.

He lowered his head, buried his face against her shoulder and groaned louder. He

stroked her more slowly with his thick shaft, drew out the ending of their lovemaking

and finally just held her as they tried to catch their breaths.

Reality sank in slowly. She’d just had mind-blowing sex with someone she’d sworn

off. She could blame the anger, it definitely had played a part in her going from cold to hot in a flash but mostly she had to admit it was because she loved him.

He wanted sex from her—the only thing he would accept—and she’d given in to

him. He was just too sexy, his kisses were too irresistible and that mouth of his should

come with a warning label, in her opinion. One kiss and he could make a woman lose

her head and her panties.

Justice brushed a kiss on her throat as he turned his head a little and his hot, heavy

breath tickled her neck as he shifted his hold again by pulling his hand out from

between their bodies to cup her ass with both hands.

“Hold on to me. I’m carrying you to bed. We’ll eat later. I want you again.”

The sad part was she wanted to let him take her there. Spending hours touching

and losing herself in his arms was so tempting it hurt to resist. She didn’t want to be a doormat, the woman he slept with until he decided he wanted to settle down—she had

to take a stand. She wouldn’t be used by any man.

“Put me down.”

“You’re not heavy.” He pulled away from the wall and she had to grip his

shoulders to remain upright and not fall back against it as he took her with him.

She wiggled frantically, lifted up by pressing her arms on his shoulders and

squeezed her vaginal muscles. It forced his still-hard cock to slide out of her. The

second they parted, she let her legs drop away from his waist and shoved.

He stumbled but didn’t drop her. Instead he growled as she yanked her head back

to stare into his surprised eyes.

“Jessie?”

“Let go.”

Confusion came next, an emotion she related to. He made her feel that way so it

was only fair he suffered it too. He lowered her but didn’t release her entirely. “What is wrong?”

She would have laughed if it wasn’t so sad. “This doesn’t change anything. It was

just breakup sex.”

“What?” He gaped at her.

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“Breakup sex,” she repeated. She released his shoulders to shove at his chest. “It

happens. We have something between us but it’s not meant to be. You have your plans

and I’m not part of them.”

Justice was quick to growl. “It was no such thing. We are not breaking up. We’re

going to bed and talk.” He tried to pull her closer. “We are happy together.”

“Do I look happy?” She stared up into his face. “I want more than to just be the

woman you spend your nights with. I’d like to be there during the days too. I want to

meet your friends and maybe even see your office. I want to go with you if you have to

go to Reservation to stay for a few days so we don’t have to be apart. The works. That’s

what I want, Justice. Full-fledged girlfriend rights.”

Another growl rumbled from him. “It’s not safe. We have been over this.”

“Yes, we have. You have your mind made up and so do I. Do you know what that’s

called?”

“Stubbornness on your part not to see logical reasons why it would be bad if

anyone knew we were together?”

She wished she could smile but it hurt too much. “Let me go, Justice.”

His fingers flexed but he eased his hold until his hands dropped to his sides.

“There. I’m not touching you.”

“I mean let
me
go. You don’t want to hurt me, right? You’re so paranoid about

doing that. Being with you the way we are doesn’t work for me anymore. You can’t or

won’t give me what I need. That’s hurting me.” Tears filled her eyes. “You’re hurting

me.”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Yes.” She yanked her torn shirt together to cover her breasts, wished it were longer

because she felt too exposed at that moment, both physically and emotionally. “Please

leave, Justice. If you care about me at all you’ll grab your clothes, jump the wall and

go.” She turned away, couldn’t stand the tortured look on his face, and walked to the

back slider. She unlocked it and shoved it open, refusing to look at him again. “Go.

Please? We can’t do this again. It’s too painful.”

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He rasped the words, sounding as tormented as

he’d appeared. “Jessie? Look at me.”

She refused. “Go, Justice. Just…go.”

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I think about you. I…”

Justice was at a loss for words. It tore him apart, seeing how dejected Jessie

appeared. Her shoulders slumped and she hugged her torn shirt as if it comforted her

from something sorrowful. Why couldn’t he find the right words to make her

understand how much she mattered to him? He wrote speeches to address the world of

humans often but he failed to come up with a way to express his feelings to the only

one of them who had won his heart.

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“Go,” she whispered, the sound of tears in her voice. “Don’t make me scream or

push that damn alarm again. It makes me look like an idiot when they show up here

and I have to pretend I did it by accident. I need space. If you care, prove it. Leave.”

Agony tore through him as he turned on numb legs, collected his clothing and

hesitated at her side. “Jessie? Please talk to me. Don’t make me go. I want to stay with

you.” He was tempted to grab her, throw her over his shoulder and tie her to the bed.

He could make her see that they belonged together but her pain stopped him. Seeing

her that way tore him up inside. “Jessie, I―”

“It’s over.”

“I don’t accept that.” Anger stirred. It wasn’t over. He wouldn’t accept that.

She turned and rushed for the front door. The sudden movement surprised him

and he was slow to react until she spun, her back hit the wall and her hand lifted to

hover over the alarm button. She met his gaze then, her eyes filled with tears.

“Do I really have to press this thing again? Really? Go.”

“Don’t.”

Her finger tapped it lightly. “I’m not spraying perfume this time to cover your

scent. They’ll all know about us if I press it. I’m not screwing with you.” Her chin lifted in defiance, anger flashed in her eyes. “Don’t come back unless it’s to ask me out on a

date, in public. That’s the last thing I have to say except you’ve got five seconds to be gone.”

“Jessie, don’t do this.”

“One.”

“Damn it, female. We can work this out.”

“Two.” Her back stiffened and she sucked in air.

Anger gripped him. “I won’t be threatened.”

“Three and I mean it, Justice. On five I’m pressing this thing and letting them inside

the house. You won’t have a choice after that. Everyone will be talking about us and it

will probably even find its way to the press. You know they love juicy rumors and run

with them.”

She’d be in danger
. He snarled.

“Four.”

He spun, stormed out of her house, and leapt over the wall. He wanted to roar. He

wanted to tear something apart.
She will calm down. She’ll miss me as much as I will her.

She just needs time
. That reasoning helped as he entered his back door and threw himself on the nearest chair. He tossed his clothes to the floor and closed his eyes. Rage and

sadness battled in his heart and mind.

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Two weeks of misery had passed since she’d kicked Justice out of her house. He’d

left her alone, had managed to avoid her completely. She forced her attention on Breeze.

The big building loomed behind the Species woman and excitement shone from her

eyes.

“This is it. You’re going to have fun, Jessie.”

“This is your big hangout, huh?”

“Yes. It’s a bar and a dance club rolled into one. This is where we hang out with

friends or hook up with a male if we would like to share sex. I will introduce you and

you will make new friends. The dancing is fun and we are getting good at it. Ellie loves

to dance and she taught us how. It will be good for you to do more than work or stay

inside your home.”

“I love Ellie,” Jessie admitted. She’d met the woman who ran the women’s dorm,

had instantly hit it off with her and become fast friends. Ellie was the first human

woman to marry a Species male. She only worked a few hours a day at the dorm but

she ran it smoothly. Jessie spent all her time at the dorm when she wasn’t sulking at her house. It seemed her NSO job consisted of hanging out with the women and being their

friend.

“I love Ellie too,” Breeze admitted.

“She’s fun but I hope she feels better soon. That stomach flu thing worries me. She

threw up again today.”

“She is under a doctor’s care and will be fine.” Breeze changed the subject. “Do you

see why she is my best friend?”

“I do.”

Loud music blasted from the interior of the building before they reached the double

doors. Breeze opened one side and waved Jessie in, her grin wide at sharing the Species

club. It highly amused Jessie, who secretly figured it would probably be the lamest bar

and dance club ever because these people were new to the party scene but she swore

she’d try to have fun.

The room was large, open and dimly lit. They had a bar running along one wall

near the front door and tables set up in the same area. Pool tables and pinball machines

had been added. At the back of the building, down some steps, a dance floor filled with

moving bodies drew her attention.

It stunned her to see dozens of women from the dorm there along with even more

men. There had to be over a hundred and their ability to dance seemed pretty

advanced. She watched them swaying gracefully, their movements sexy and not dorky

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at all. Her eyebrows lifted but she kept her smile in place as the door closed behind

them and Breeze gripped her hand, tugging her toward the bar.

“We love to dance,” Breeze shouted over the music. “Let’s get a drink.”

Jessie ordered a mixed drink, wanting to get a little buzzed after the weeks she’d

had, but noticed most of the patrons were sipping sodas straight from cans. They took

seats at the bar. Breeze twisted in her seat sipping her soda and stared with longing at

the dancers.

“Go dance, Breeze. I can tell you want to.”

Breeze glanced at her. “You come with me.”

“I will in a bit but I want to finish my drink first.”

“Just come out and find me when you are done. Our males are polite and won’t

attack you. You have to tell them you want to share sex with them if you want to take

one home with you. I love to dance!” Breeze shot off her seat, leaving her soda, and