Justice looks around. “Anybody hit?”
Police pour out of the station as reporters clamor toward us.
I don’t see any blood. There’s a lot of damage, especially to the cars, but nobody seems to be dying.
Justice must make the same determination, because he visually checks Rosalie over, nods, and then lifts me right off the ground, cradling me against his rock-hard chest.
“Hey,” I protest.
“Stop,” Rosalie says, jumping up and grabbing his arm.
He looks at her, then over his shoulder at the men behind her. “Either shoot me or get the fuck out of my way.” He starts moving toward Wynd and his bullet-riddled vehicle, where his larger-than-large driver is already pulling away from the curb. Steam hisses through the holes in the hood, and the vehicle seems to be limping, but it rolls toward us.
“Ella?” Rosalie asks.
I look over Justice’s shoulder to see her panicked face and wide eyes. There’s a scratch on her chin. Had I almost just gotten her killed? Tears fill my eyes, and I bat them away. If I ask her, she’ll have her bodyguardsshoot Justice. Right here by the police station, and I think they’ll do it. “Justice?”
“I’m not letting go. Make a decision.” There’s no give in his voice or hold, and he keeps walking. Shoulders up, body relaxed, gait graceful as he tries to get us out of here before the police stop us.
I don’t want Rosalie hurt. “I’m fine, Rosy.” I make sure my voice is loud enough for the now-staring cops to hear. “Justice and I need to talk. I’ll call you later. I promise.”
She wavers and pushes strands of her dark hair away from her face.
Wynd opens the backdoor of the car and Justice slides inside, still holding me. The door is slammed shut, and the car peels away from the curb. Wynd must be staying to deal with the police.
“Take us to the bar while the house by the ocean is swept. I want the grounds completely searched,” Justice says to the driver.
I take several deep breaths and let myself lean into Justice’s strength. Just for a second. I can feel his steady heartbeat beneath my shoulder and I look up at his dark eyes. “How are you calm?”
He lifts one eyebrow. “That’s what you ask me?”
I blink. “Um, yeah.” Okay, so he’s pissed. Of course. Somebody just shot at him. At both of us. “What are you thinking?” Probably about revenge. But who was the shooter?
“That I didn’t spank you hard enoughlasttime.”
The words take a second to register. Probably because the heat is roaring through my head, and the sound of myown blood boiling fills my ears. Wait a second. “What?” My brain feels like it’s surrounded by clouds. Filled by them. Buildings are flying by outside. How fast are we going? “Justice?”
He flips me to face him, my thighs falling on either side of his. One swipe of his hand down my front has buttons flying in every direction. I gasp, but he grabs the center of my bra and yanks me toward him, his knuckles brushing my breasts.
I really can’t breathe now. My nipples flare wide awake and shoot from relaxed to diamond hard. Just like that.
His mouth is close to mine, and his eyes blaze fire. Like the real kind.
Oh. He’s mad at me. The whole leaving with Rosy and not with him situation. And he’d just ripped my shirt with his driver in the front seat. There’s no divider. “Um.” My gaze drops to Justice’s lips. Full and firm.
His fingers twist, tightening my bra painfully.
I suck in air and lean closer to him, instinctively trying to ease the pressure. “I don’t like the caveman act,” I croak.
Something changes in his eyes. Like a hidden monster flicking closer to the surface. “Don’t you, now?” His voice is silky. Challenging. Pissed.
I’d swallow but my throat is dry. Completely. “No.” I try to make my voice firm, but I’m still breathy. Who wouldn’t be? The guy’s deadly. “We have enough going on right now,” I whisper. “Let’s deal with all of that.” Like with whoever’s trying to kill us.
He pulls me even closer. “I’m dealing with you. First.”
Oh, God. What does that mean? His free hand somehow releases the button and zipper on my jeans in another smooth motion. Before I can protest, he has two fingers inside my panties, sliding them inside me. Not gently. He seems to like to do this. I suck in air and move against him, already wet. Heat fills my face at that. Dark red spirals beneath his cheekbones at the same time.
I stare at him, my mouth opening. The driver is right there. We’re speeding way too fast through town. His fingers areinsideme.
