“You should have told me, Jag. I’m not a child; I could have handled it.” Justice wiped at her tears.
“Everything has happened so quickly. I didn’t know when to slip in the news that your father is abducting women and selling them off. I just found out this morning from Dean that he was trafficking, although I had my suspicions.” Jagger got out of the SUV and breathed in the cold air, letting it wash over him. He needed a minute because having to tell Justice what a monster her old man was wasn’t something he was looking forward to. He opened her car door and smiled at the way she crossed her arms over her chest and wore an adorable little scowl on her face. He loved her feisty side; her fire turned him on. Justice was going to keep him on his toes, and he was going to love every minute of it.
“Let’s go, honey.” He held out his hand, and she stood sidestepping his body, not taking his help. He couldn’t stop his chuckle. Yep, she was going to be a handful.
“I can handle myself, thank you very much,” she spat and headed to the cabin, waiting for him to unlock the door. Jagger grabbed the few bags they had and met her on the porch.
“You know,” he said, unlocking the door with the code that Dean gave him, “it’s customary for the groom to carry his bride over the threshold.” Justice looked him up and down as if measuring his worth, and he laughed again. He was doing a lot of that lately, and it felt good.
“Yeah, not going to happen, Jag.” She said his name with a little heat. Justice was going to make him work harder than any other woman ever had. What she didn’t know was that he loved a good challenge and never backed down when faced with one.
“Sure, honey, whatever you say.” He dropped their bags, letting them thump down onto the porch, and lifted her into his arms, tossing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She fought at first until he gave her little ass a good swat. Justice yelped in surprise and smacked his backside in return. She finally gave up fighting him, and he picked up their bags with his free hand and pushed his way through the front door. He looked around the small cabin and headed back to what seemed like a logical place for a bedroom. Luckily for him, he guessed correctly. He unloaded the bags into a chair in the corner of the room and then lowered his new bride onto the king-size bed that filled most of the room. He started to strip out of his clothes, loving the way Justice’s eyes flared with desire as she watched him. She didn’t say a word as he started to undress her. He finished, pulling her jeans down her legs, leaving them both completely bare.
“See now, that’s better,” he growled. He was breathing heavy, almost like he had just finished running a marathon, andhonestly, it felt that way. It had been a long trip, and all he wanted to do now was sink into his wife and then fall into bed with her and sleep for days.
“I take it this is the honeymoon part,” Justice squeaked. Jag knew that this was all still so fresh to her. He couldn’t believe he was her first, and if he had his way, he’d be her last, too. There was no fucking way that he was going to let another man touch her, and he’d make damn sure that he spent each day deserving her. Justice was his, now and forever.
CHAPTER NINE
Justice knew what Jagger looked like naked, but every time he took his clothes off, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl. The tattoos that covered the top half of his body and spilled down his left arm made her want to trace every line with her tongue. His hard cock called to her, begging her to take him into her mouth, and she couldn’t resist. She sat up, straddling his body with her own, and grabbed onto his shaft, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. Justice wasn’t sure about anything anymore except how much she wanted Jagger, and she worried that would never change for her. Living in the present was hard when her future was so muddled, but she wanted everything he was offering her right now. The rest would work itself out.
She leaned down and sucked him into her mouth, and Jagger moaned and thrust himself a little deeper in as if he couldn’t stop his cock from taking over. She liked the way he lost control with her—it was a heady power trip.
“Yes, just like that, honey. Take more of me,” he ordered. She tried to take him deeper into her throat as he ran his fingers through her hair, tugging lightly. He took control of her mouth, and she relaxed, letting him use her. “I’m going to come,honey—you need to stop now.” There was no way she wanted to stop. She reached around him, firmly planting her hands on his glorious ass, hauling him closer. She didn’t want to let go, knowing that Jagger was so close; she wanted to give him everything, take everything he was going to give. He came in hot spurts down her throat, and she swallowed around him, milking his cock.
“Fuck, baby, that was incredible,” he hoarsely praised. She liked hearing the effect that she had on him. He collapsed onto the bed next to her, his chest heaving, trying to get air into his lungs. She snuggled into his body, loving the way they seemed to fit together.
“Was that okay?” she shyly asked.
“Baby, if that was any more okay, I’d be dead right now.” He kissed her forehead, still catching his breath. Justice climbed on top of Jagger’s body and straddled his waist.
“I liked it too,” she said, suddenly feeling shy. He reached up and palmed her breasts, pulling her body down on top of his. He made her feel beautiful and wanted; she would never grow tired of it. Jagger kissed Justice’s mouth as she rubbed her wet folds over his cock.
“You feel so good, Jag,” she whispered against his lips. Jagger’s sexy smile told her that he was going to do something naughty. He sat up and pulled her hot core over his already growing erection, sliding her down to straddle his lap.
“Yes,” she hissed as she rode him, finding a rhythm that had her screaming out her release in just minutes. Jagger rolled her underneath his body, pinning her to the mattress.
“I’m so fucking happy you said yes, Justice. Thank you for marrying me,” he groaned, thrusting deep into her body once more. Justice didn’t trust her unruly emotions to answer him. A part of her wanted to tell him she felt the same way, but sheknew that might be a mistake. Jagger rolled them so that Justice was once again on top of him.
“Look at me, Justice,” he growled. She couldn’t seem to bring herself to do as he asked. She was trying to hide, and he wasn’t having it. “Baby, please look at me,” he begged. The way he watched her, begging her for something so simple, she couldn’t refuse him. She met his eyes with her own, and he smiled up at her, reaching up to frame her face with his hands. Justice leaned into his touch, taking the comfort he was offering her.
“I’m falling for you, Justice. I don’t expect you to say anything, but don’t hide from me. I know this is crazy and must scare the hell out of you, but I won’t lie about how I’m feeling. This is just as unexpected for me, but it’s how I feel.” Justice nodded. This was all so new for her. Jagger was her first, so she didn’t know what to expect. She knew that he asked her to marry him to keep her safe, but she had feelings for him, too. She just lacked the courage to open up to him the way he had to her. Justice knew she owed him that much.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure he even heard her until she noticed the way his eyes flared. He smiled up at her and wrapped his arms around her tighter, pulling her against his body, reminding her that they were still connected.
“Say that again, honey,” he rasped. He moved inside of her, sliding through her wet folds. “I need to hear you say that again,” he ordered.
“I have feelings for you, too, Jag.” She smiled down at him, loving the way he took control of her body again, finding his climax minutes later. Justice collapsed down onto his chest and snuggled against him. If this was what marriage was like with Jagger, she had to admit she was a fan.
“Thank you, baby. I know that was hard for you to admit.”
“You were right, Jag—I was hiding. But I’ll try to do better at telling you how I feel.” He kissed the top of her head, and sheleaned up on her elbows, smiling down at him. “Like right now, I’m starving,” she giggled as he playfully swatted her ass.
“Well, I can’t have my wife hungry,” he laughed. “I’ll get us some food, and you unpack and get comfortable.”
“Deal,” she squealed as Jagger bit her bare ass on his way out of the room. Justice was sure she was going to like being his wife, and she certainly liked being in Jagger James’ bed.
Two Weeks Later
