34. 🍸 Aura in Me

**KEKE**

The vroom of an engine fades into the distance as Justice comes into the kitchen. I’d taken out the leftovers of fried chicken, greens, mac and cheese, and homemade rolls so I could fix him a plate. I’d made way too much food. I always cook for an army when I’m anxious.
I sit across from Justice while he shovels food into his mouth, digging in with a hurried relish like he hasn’t eaten all day. Maybe he hasn’t. Or maybe he eats with haste because he wants to get upstairs and have a repeat of last night.
This morning, I wanted that too.
Sebastian was pleasant company, but not a minute went by where my thoughts weren’t on his boss. I tried not to let my curiosity as to his whereabouts put all sorts of ideas in my head.
And that worked… for a while.
By the early evening with still no word, worry set in. When Justice came in shortly before one in the morning, I was a bundle of nerves.
I don’t enjoy being out of the loop. It feels way too much like a repeat of Krish.
If I’m being honest, I have no reason to expect anything from Justice at this point...although I had hoped he would have trusted me enough to tell me where he was going and who he was seeing.
I wouldn’t have given him static about it. Quite the opposite. I would have wanted to help in any way possible.
As the day wore on, I grew quiet. Pensive. My mind making up all sorts of disastrous scenarios.
That’s what happens when I care.
Sebastian, sensing my disquiet, started telling me little snippets of what he knew of Justice.
With a little poking and prodding, I learned about his best friend Pippa, who, given her circumstances, I’ll reserve final judgement until I meet her. At least now I understand why Justice wants to remain close. Why he wants to protect her.
That girl went through a lot.
Sebastian confirmed that Justice, running from a troubled childhood, which he never talks about, was in the Marines from age eighteen to twenty-two. There he made enough contacts to help him start an agency of sorts, helping women escape bad relationships or to find out if they were in one. My informant was cagey on the details, but from what I gathered, the business was on the grey side of legitimate.
And a whole lotta illegal.
I’m mean, forging IDs for new identities isn’t exactly on any government’s up and up.
Still, that Justice skates along the dark side doesn’t matter to me.
I’ve skirted the law more than a few times myself. And it’s not like he is running guns to Somali pirates. In my opinion, he’s doing a good service.
With justice dressed all in black as he is now, I see him as a Robin Hood of sorts—a criminal with a passion for doing good.
Yes, there is good in Justice. His taking the kids under his wing is more than enough to convince me of that.
There is also the bad, which I saw last night.
His power. His dominance. His drive.
Overwhelming for some. Perfect for me.
My handful of partners made me discover things about myself. Mostly, I like a man to take charge in the bedroom. Everywhere else, I want a partner to treat me as an equal.
And I’m wary of a man who refuses to share all aspects of his life.
Been there. Done that. Don’t care for a repeat.
Secrets kill relationships. Secrets kill futures.
Secrets won’t kill me. I won’t let us reach the point to where I can’t walk away if I need to.
Finishing his inhaled meal with a stifled burp and a thump to his large chest, he rises to rinse his plate and put it in the dishwasher.
Not knowing what he’ll tell me about his day, I stand in case I need to make a hasty exit.
Justice turns back to me, holding out his hand. “Are you ready?”
There’s no mistaking the lust moving in his eyes like backup dancers at a hip-hop concert. I know what he expects me to be ready for.
And I am. I so am.
That’s why I kill the urge before it kills me. “Are you going to tell me about your day or are we going to fuck like nothing happened?”
Justice tips back his head and laughs.
I wait until he can see my glare before I walk away. Personally, I saw nothing funny.
“Come on, Keke,” he says in a cajoling tone.
I turn and face him, crossing my arms to ward off his charms. “Come on what, Justice?”
He lifts his gaze to the ceiling. His lashes, a perfect wheat color, bring out the intensity of his sea-green eyes.
“Do we have to talk about my shit?” He pulls me to him, his hands resting lightly on the base of my neck, stroking his thumb against my skin. I do my best not to shiver. Grinning, he bends his head to whisper in my ear. “All I want to do is bury myself inside you and I don’t want to wait another minute longer.” His teeth are at my earlobe, backing up his sexy words. I give into the tingles that wrack my body.
No one has ever made me feel the way he does.
And he knows it. He has to. The man is a master at seduction.
I close my eyes and let the sensations he creates remove all coherent thoughts from my mind.
I can wait for answers.
I can’t wait to have him.
I’d been ready to spend a lonely night when Justice came waltzing through the door. Sebastian had already received several calls from his girlfriend. Seems he gave up a night out with her to babysit me. I should have made him leave earlier and spared the sweet man Justice’s death glare. When he found him still here, he all but shoved Sebastian out the door, eager either to get to his food, or me.
I’m thinking it is a bit of both considering how fast he ate and how quickly he now toes off his shoes, kicking them under the table. Next he takes off his thick black shirt and black pants. Instead of tanks, he has on a protective cup fitted into what looks like a tailored jock-strap. It has to be tailored to keep a man of his sized covered.
Well, mostly.
His cock grows by leaps and bounds, even as I stare, enthralled by the sheer size.
“You want me to take off your clothes, or will you?” he says, stepping out of the strap and leaving the cup to fall on the floor.
I can’t answer. I’m too busy admiring the spectacular sight.
Broad chest. Massive shoulders. His stomach filled with beautiful peaks and valleys.
I love how his cute innie belly button has a cowlick. Scrolling down a little further is the jaw dropping view of his torso tapering down to a flat “V”. Then the crème -de-la-crème is his tannish-pinkish dick rising like the early morning sun from a downy mat of blonde hair.
I had circled his long shaft with thumb and forefinger last night… or at least tried to.
They didn’t go all the way around.
He steps back, his arms wide, biceps bulging. “Did you get your fill yet?”
The smirk on his face is so cute, I want to suck it from his lips.
Justice does a slow turn, his large dick bobbing with each step.
Damn. He is the picture of fiiiine.
I lick my lips in expectation, heat radiating from my clenching pussy up to my chest.
Facing me, he runs his hand over his shaft like my tongue had done last night. “You want this, or what?”
He doesn’t need to ask again.
I remove my sleep pants in one mighty movement. I’m pulling my shirt over my head when I’m lifted into the air. I let out a squeal, wondering what he is about. He sets me on the table, the wood slowly warming under my heat.
The heat he’s caused.
I pull at the shirt still covering my face. It doesn’t budge. The small collar caught below my chin.
“Don’t take it off, Keke,” Justice rasps. “It’s the perfect blindfold.”
He moves, sliding something along the table. I can only wonder what it is. The white backing of my applique panda makes seeing anything through it impossible.
Anticipation wells within me at not knowing what will happen next.