29.🔧 Transmission 2.0

**JUSTICE**

She sighs, annoyed. “Okay. The suspense is killing me. Just give me that look already. It’s way too delayed this time.”
I feign innocence, widening my eyes. “What look is that?”
Her eyes go as dead as Pepito’s do and her lip curls. “That’s the one you give me when I ask you something you don’t want to answer.”
When Keke first entered my life and got curious like Cam, it’s true I gave her my “back-off” expression.
And she did…with a flash of hurt in her eyes.
Keke learned quickly. She stopped asking me about anything not having to do with Clancy’s or the kids.
I soon found out I wasn’t fine with that.
Especially when she chatted up the bar regulars, pulling information from them like a rabbit from a magician’s hat. All the poor shmucks could do was sit there, basking in her aura as she smiled and tucked their overly generous tips into her form fitting jeans.
I didn’t like that either.
If things between her and a patron progressed too far for my liking, which was damn near all the time, I had her go into the back for some made-up crap like clean glasses or a bag of peanuts.
Anything just to break that shit up.
“Keke, it’s when you stopped asking that I started looking.”
“At me?” Her expression is innocent, but her eyes hold mischief.
I let go of her hand to cross my arms over my chest, making sure my biceps bulge for effect. The size of them block out most of her face and all I see are her large eyes and smooth forehead. “Don’t play simple. You know I was looking at you.”
She leans in so her lips move against my triceps. The soft whisper of her lips has my semi-erect dick rising like a flag running up a pole.
“So, tell me then, where were you?”
I grab her hand again. Lifting it to my lips, I press soft kisses along the back. “That night I went to see Pippa. I wanted her advice about Cameron.”
Keke cuts her eyes at the mention of Pippa’s name. One day, I know we must hash out my relationship with my best friend, but not now.
Not in bed.
“Is she the one that came up with the idea to have the kids stay at her place?”
“Yes, she was.”
Petulance comes into her voice. “So, if the guys were still with us, we wouldn’t be here.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” I tap her nose again to ease the tension that’s crept into the conversation. I love how it scrunches up and flares. “The opportunity to get you into my bed presented itself and I went for it.”
When Keke giggles, my heart beats just for her.
“Justice,” she says, a grin tugging at her mouth, “you are incorrigible.”
“I’m that and a lot more.”
“Is that why you didn’t use a condom?”
She shutters her eyes, so I can’t tell what she’s thinking. If she needs me to reassure her she’s someone special, I don’t mind doing so.
“Pretty much. I’ve never not done so before and I don’t want to use one with you. If you need to get on the pill—”
“No. no. That’s not necessary.”
“Good, because I like fucking you raw. I don’t think… no, I know, I’ve never come so hard.”
She shifts from my side, letting in the cold. The nippy air transfers to her tone. "When you slept with someone last week, did you use a condom with her?”
“The fuck?” Keke moves further away as I sit up straighter, the falling sheet nearly exposing how much I want her. “What are you talking about?”
“That night you went to see… um Pippa. You didn’t come home until morning.”
I shake my head in amazement. “And you thought I was with someone?”
“Yes,” she sniffs daintily like an insulted princess. “Yes, I did.”
“How could you think that when you’re all I’ve seen since you came into the bar… begging for a job?”
My teasing earns me a slap on my stomach that is as hard as it is swift. I double over with laughter.
God above, when was the last time I’ve laughed so much? Smiled so much?
I have no idea. I just know I like it.
“Justice Stone, you’re asking for it,” Keke grouses with a delectable pout to her perfect lips.
To hell with talking. I’m hard and ready.
I roll her succulent body onto mine. Looking up at her juicy tits, all sorts of lush and full, I growl, “As long as I get it.”
I latch on to the nearest nipple, sucking the pebble for dear life, digging her moans.
When I come up for air, Keke opens her legs to straddle my hips, bringing the sheet with her to hide her lower half.
I like the mystery, so I don’t question it. Especially when she uses her warm hand like a guiding beacon to steer my long ship into her wet harbor.
My drawn-out sigh of contentment corresponds to her first wave of movement.
Groans follow after that.
She rides me with abandon, yet she’s careful not to deprive me of the luxury of sucking her luscious nipples. I swear those peaks are made for my mouth.
The pleasure I give.
And I give her all she wants and then some.
Till her head tips back and her mouth parts in a wail of ecstasy.
I follow soon after, lifting her up higher and higher with the strength of my thrusts, her name falling from my lips.
Once again, I pour my seed inside her with a mighty groan, my cock shooting its load in long, hot spurts. I keep thrusting until I’m spent, giving Keke the aftershocks she so well deserves.
We stay joined long after our breathing slows and our arousal drips onto the sheets.
Later, we shower together.
Well… more fucking than washing. Afterward, she helps me change the linens we made such a mess of.
And I vow before the night is over, we’ll have to change them again.
Back in bed, she asks for more details about the night I was supposedly dicking some woman down.
“When I left Pippa’s, I went to the warehouse to work on my cars. It helps clear my mind when I’m upset.”
And restoring my newest car, a 1956 Corvette I bought in an online auction two months ago, was just the sort of task I could use to sort out the two puzzles I needed to solve—Cameron and Keke.
Pippa helped give me a (temporary?) solution to one. It was up to me to figure out the other.
While I removed the convertible’s seats to get them reupholstered, I came up with the plan to sweep Keke off her feet.
Blake did well, recreating my vision to a T.
Damn shame it was also the same vision of a man who had nearly ruined her.
I died a thousand deaths when she left. I blamed myself, the universe, and all that was in existence for not easing her into the night I had planned. When I was looking for her, my heart stayed stuck in my throat the entire time.
Thank God I found her and a double thanks for the night she has given me.
And it is still young. We have a long way to go before dawn.
I’m about to remind her of that fact with a kiss when she asks, “Why didn’t you come to me for advice?”
Damn.
I didn’t want to get into this now. My reasoning is too heavy to lay on her the first night together. However, if she needs it...
“Getting close… getting involved with you was the last thing I wanted, Keke.”
She sucks in a breath and stiffens. I pull her even closer, kissing the top of her head. “That was then. This is now, so let me explain.”
She relaxes ever so slightly and says, “I’m listening, Justice.”
I’m pleased she’s willing to hear me out. To trust when she has no cause to do so. Krish nearly ruined her with his fake promises and underhand schemes.
Just thinking about what she went through causes a sharp pain to enter my chest. Pregnant and alone in a strange country with no one to turn to when things went south.
That Krish bastard should have been there, taking care of what was his.
What is now mine.
To move forward with Keke, I need to be honest.
At least as much as I can.