Authors: Amie Nichols
“Yes, I am assuming that. Just so you know, it will be soon,” he says it like a fact, making my breath hitch. I would be jumping on him right now if I had the strength. “Are you hungry?” he asks, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Not really, my throat hurts.” I hold my hand up to my neck. I can't believe how much it does hurt.
“I have chocolate ice cream,” he says with a childlike grin.
“That sounds really good.” I pick my purse up off the couch. “I'm going to use the bathroom and try to get a comb through this.” I point to the pile of rats on my head.
“Aww, I think it's cute. You could have a family of birds living in there.” His hand goes up to my hair and pulls lightly on a few strands that are sticking out wildly.
“Oh my God.” I snort laugh and it hurts, my muscles screaming at me with my uncontrollable laughter.
“That is cute too.” His head goes back as a deep throaty laugh roars out, making my knees feel weaker than they already are.
“I think I will try and comb through it first.” My stomach aches from the laughing.
“Suit yourself. I'm going to go down to the galley and get us some ice cream,” he tells me, going to the bridge and disappearing through the hole in the floor.
I search my purse for my travel toothbrush and quickly brush my teeth. Next, I find my comb and start working on the tangles section by section to get through the mess.
“Everything good?” Justin lightly knocks on the door.
“Yeah, you can come in,” I say, as loud as my croaky voice will let me. He comes in without hesitation and wraps his arms around my waist, splaying his hands on my belly. I love that he is so touchy feely. I love that he just does it. It's like we've been together for years, so natural feeling.
“I guess the birds are going to be homeless.” He chuckles. Seeing that I've gotten through the last of the tangles, he reaches up, brushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck. I lean my head back on his shoulder, and the sensation of his lips sends shivers through me. “How's your back?” He pushes me up and lifts the back of my sweatshirt. There's no, ‘Can I look at your back?’ No, there was no wavering at all. It makes me smile. “What?” he says after scanning my back, seeing that the scrape is not a serious injury.
“Nothing, it's just...I never had this before, you know...” I mutter, not sure how to explain this.
“I've never had this before either, but I like it,” he whispers by my ear, kissing the shell. “Our ice cream is melting.” He turns me to the side and bending down lifts me up in his arms.
“Justin,” I screech and laugh at the same time. “I can walk.” My arm goes around his neck.
“I like you in my arms, so get used to it,” he says with no apology.
Chapter 21
Still Ellie
We watch TV on the couch while we eat our ice cream. The cold feels so good on my scratchy throat. In fact, when I'm done eating it I deem that I feel almost one hundred percent better. Justin takes my empty bowl, setting it off to the side. He pulls me toward him, my back against his front as we relax on the couch.
“Does your dad have any ideas on what happened to your brother-in-law?” I bring up, fishing for information.
“If he does he hasn't shared it with me.”
“Do you think they could have been into something else besides lobster?"
“Like what?” He is resting one hand over my shoulder and I take it in mine, playing with his fingers, rubbing in between each one lightly, admiring how strong his hands are.
“Something illegal?”
“Honestly, with those boys anything is possible,” he says, closing his fingers around my hand. Dropping the remote that is in his other hand, he wraps both of mine in his. I don't know where it comes from, but I get an uneasy feeling that Justin would have the skills to get rid of all of them and get back to the island without anyone knowing. I don't think he did, but I can see others thinking this as well. He definitely had means and motive.
“How would they disappear?” I just want his opinion, but I guess it comes out accusatory.
“Another boat? I don't know, I guess there are a few scenarios.” He grabs my shoulders, turning me enough so he can see my face, sadness on his. “Why are you so curious about this?” Damn it, he can sense my uneasiness. The change in his demeanor tells me that he knows what I'm thinking.
“Hey, I was just asking. Don't get defensive.” I turn it around, telling him I can sense him also.
“I swear there for a minute you were wondering if I did it.” He hits the nail on the head,
smack,
dead center.
“Oh my God, no,” I screech, a little overdramatic for effect. I will never admit out loud what I just thought.
“It would kill me if you ever thought I could do something like that.” He is not completely buying it. I turn in his arms so we are face to face and I am lying on him.
“I don't think that.” I stare into his brown, telling him that I don't. Honestly, it was a fleeting thought. I really don't think he would be capable of cold-blooded murder. I place my lips on his and one of his hands goes in my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me against him.
Our kiss is intense, just like in the cave and on the beach. It is like we can't get close enough to each other. His free hand goes down to the small of my back, and I bear the pain because I don't want him to stop. Resting his hand on my ass, he pushes me into him. By the way my body is tingling, it is no surprise that I feel his erection growing beneath me. I moan at the sensation of his cock pushing against me. But he stops the kiss, lifting me off him, his breathing heavy.
“Babes, we need to stop,” he gasps for air. “I won't be able to control myself, and you need to rest more.” His thumbs are caressing my cheeks as he holds my head in his hands.
“I feel so much better,” I argue, and go in for another kiss. He doesn't stop me, his tongue in my mouth as I suck on it lightly. “Don't you want me?” I pout when he pulls back again.
“Want you? I want to paste you up against that wall and tear you apart,” he growls like an animal, making my breath hitch. “I want to fuck you in every way possible, but you need to rest.” He is being persistent on this.
“Oh my.” My heart starts racing at the intensity in his voice.
“Please, gorgeous, you are making this so hard for me.” He pulls away again.
“I know.” I place my hand on his jean-clad erection; caressing it and feeling it jump a little under my touch.
This does it for him and I'm glad because I don't think I've ever wanted something so much in my entire life. I want to connect with him even more than we already have. I climb on his lap, straddling his thighs. His lips move to my jaw and down my neck as his hand goes up my shirt, lifting it as he goes. Lifting my arms, he pulls the sweatshirt over my head.
He stares at me, his eyes going to my scar and he moves his lips over it, brushing it gently before kissing his way to my breast. Cupping one in his palm, he sucks on my hard nipple, making my back arch toward him. Kissing and licking as he goes, his lips travel to the other side. Cupping and squeezing with his hand, he bites my nipple gently, making me moan. My hips move back and forth so I can feel him under me.
“You taste so good I want to kiss every inch of you,” he groans against my skin.
“Yes.” My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull his head toward me. Nothing has ever felt so right as what is happening at this very moment. Moving his hands to my ass, he stands with me and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. He walks with me into the bedroom where he lays me gently on the bed.
Standing, he leaves me to pull off his t-shirt. He takes my breath away. My eyes travel down his body to the v-cut that disappears into the waist of his jeans. I sit up, wanting to touch him. My hands slide up his chest as my lips brush his abs. I feel his body tremble under my touch.
“I want you so much,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He leans down, grabbing the bottom of the sweatpants and pulls, causing me to fall back on the bed.
“Oh, your back, fuck,” he gasps, remembering the scrape.
“It's fine, I feel no pain right now.” I reach out for him, my now naked body completely exposed.
“Beautiful, babe.” He whistles through his teeth, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He bends at the knees, leaning on the bed with his hands. He positions himself so his head is by my knees and slides his hands under my legs as he starts kissing my lower inner thigh. Moving tortuously slow, he reaches just below my sex.
His tongue is on me so fast it makes me jerk, taking one long lick from my center through my folds to my clit. Doing this same motion over and over, his tongue dips in me for a second and then up to my clit, gently sucking on it. I feel like I could explode, the pleasure is out of this world. My hips buck at the sensation and he groans, sending vibrations through me.
My fingers go in his hair as he licks and sucks my clit, my eyes going back in my head as my orgasm overtakes my body.
“I've never tasted anything sweeter.” He crawls up between my legs, his lips shiny from my arousal. Bringing his lips down on mine, I taste myself mixed with him. My tongue desperate to taste him, darting in his mouth.
Still wearing his jeans, I reach down, pushing at the waist of his pants.
“Patience, my beauty.” He smiles against my lips.
“Justin, please,” I plead.
“Greedy girl.” He moves his lips down my jaw to my neck, kissing as he goes. My head goes back in the mattress to give him better access. I am finally able to get the button undone on his jeans and push at the waist. He leaves me to take them off and I watch with wide eyes as he pulls them and his boxers down revealing to me his rock hard cock.
Climbing back on top of me, he holds himself up with his hands on either side of me as he positions himself at my entrance. Teasing me, he moves the tip of his cock back and forth. Using my wetness, he moves up and down between my folds from my center to my clit. Agonizing movements that make my hips buck, and the wicked look in his eyes tells me he's enjoying this.
“What do you want, gorgeous?” His cock begins to enter and pulls back out again.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, wanting him inside me more than anything. My fingernails claw at his back. I want to mark him as mine.
Still he teases me, putting his cock in just so far and then back out.
This does it for me, I push at his chest and he falls to the side with a laugh and I move to straddle him before he can stop me. He holds his hands up for me and interlaces our fingers as I position myself. Slamming down in one swift move, his large cock impales me.
“Oh fuck,” Justin moans as I stifle my scream. His hands go to my hips and aid me as I ride up and down on him. Sitting up, he presses my chest to his and his face nuzzles into my neck as my arms go around him. My head falls back from the pleasure, his hands move to my ass thrusting into me. Heavy breathing with lots of moans is all that is heard, as we are one.
Seeming to know just what the other one needs, our rhythm is in tune. My arms are around him, holding him as tight to me as I can.
“Give it to me, babes,” he groans, sensing my orgasm coming as I squeeze my center around his hardness.
"Fuck, Justin,” I moan as another orgasm surges through me. With more vigor, his fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me onto him with force.
A loud rumble from deep in his throat and the hot feeling of him coming almost sends me into another orgasm. His face buries in my chest and I rest my cheek on top of his head as we both try to steady our breathing.
My whole body now spent, every muscle like rubber, I lay limp against him, my forehead resting on his shoulder. With me pressed against him, he lifts himself with one hand and scoots us back against the headboard.
“Hey, you,” he whispers, his hand brushing my hair to the side. I feel his head moving to try to see my face. I lift my head slightly to see his grin, a knowing grin that is saying I-told-you-so. I don't care, I've never had so much pleasure in my entire life. I don't care if I won't be able to move for two days now, it was worth it.
His arm around my waist, he lifts me and lays me down, hovering over me. Brushing the hair out of my face, he presses his forehead against mine.
“We didn't use a condom,” I whisper, feeling completely irresponsible again.
“I assumed you were on birth control,” he answers, not seeming to care either way.
“Yes, but...” How do I tactfully say he might have an STD?
“Well, we've already fucked bareback twice now, so whatever disease you have I guess I have it now, too.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
“Hey,” I slap his chest as hard as my weak arm will allow me.
“I'm clean and, honestly, have never had sex without a condom.” He chuckles at my weak attempt of being offended. “I'm pretty sure that you are the same, so I think we are fine,” he brushes it off.
“Okay,” I mutter. I'm actually too tired to care right now.
“You need your rest,” he whispers and I nod my head slightly against his. Feeling too tired to speak, I snuggle into him. He wraps his arm around me and I lay my head on his chest. Feeling completely safe, warm, and happy, I fall asleep fast.