Shattered Edge(39)
She was silent for a minute. I kept my mouth shut too. I was beyond even wanting to explain anything to her anymore. Where all this was stemming from I hadn’t a clue and right now I didn’t give a damn.
“Like I said, thanks for the ride Ava.”
“Justin wait.” I stopped.
“I...I guess that maybe we need to talk.”
“Yeah, maybe we do. But I’m sick of having to defend myself to you Ava. I’m always on trial when I’m around you. It’s not going to be that way anymore. You can have whatever opinion you’d like to have of me. I don’t really care. But just for the record...every woman I’ve ever been with has known from the very start what I was all about. I never made any false pretenses about anything. They were the ones that were clamoring to get into my pants...not the other way around. Many times I tried to push them away and they’d keep coming. I’d tell them I wasn’t interested in a relationship and they’d say they weren’t either...but they all lied for the most part. Including your dear friend Casey from the lingerie store. I don’t know what she told you but she threw herself at me more than once. I refused a couple of times, but then...you get the idea. So form your own opinion. Hell, you already have Ava and in the words of old Rhett Butler, ‘Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.’” I slammed the door and walked to my car. That was the last time I would defend my actions to my sister.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Terri
Justin walked in the bedroom and the tight set of his mouth told me something was terribly wrong.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” he lied. He was hiding something, but I didn’t know what it could be. His beautiful mouth was set in a thin hard line and his eyes looked like granite.
“Come here,” I whispered.
He sat on the edge of the bed and I coiled by arms around his neck. The tension was rolling off of him.
“Hmm. I think someone’s hiding something. Turn around honey.”
He did without any objection. I sunk my hands into the muscles of his neck and shoulders and massaged the rigidity out of them. When I felt them begin to loosen up, I began to make deep circles in them with my thumbs.
“Mmm, that feels really good,” he moaned as he dropped his head forward. I continued with the circles, traveling down to the muscles in his back.
“Are you going to share or keep this bottled up inside?”
“Terri, I don’t want to talk about it and honey, you don’t really need to hear it. How come I didn’t know about these magic hands of yours?”
“I’ll give you a pass today on the change of subject because you’ve spoiled me rotten. And to your question, I’m not exactly sure. Why don’t you lay across my lap?”
He did and it was much easier for me to massage him. I played with his hair, running my fingers through it and scratched his back while he made all sorts of soft moans. After a while, he rolled over and looked up at me. He didn’t say anything at first but his brow was creased and the place between his eyes had creases in it too.
“Hmm. Deep thoughts,” I remarked.
“Do you think I’m a piece of shit?”
What the hell?
“Jesus Justin! Where the hell did that come from? Wait! Don't answer that. No, I do not think you’re a piece of shit, for God’s sake. Honey, please tell me what happened.” My hands were on his face as he lay in my lap. He put his on top of mine and all I wanted to do was kiss him, to cement my words. So I did just that.
I shimmied down in the bed until our heads were level and I pounced on his lips...hard and without any preamble.
“Justin,” I murmured against his mouth, “I don’t kiss pieces of shit.” And I went in for the kill. I kissed him with everything I had. And everything in my body turned into liquid gold, coursing through my veins. Sprained ankle be damned. I wanted this man and he needed me. This wasn’t just about desire and sex. It went way beyond that. So I took things into my own hands. I unbuttoned his shirt, never taking my eyes off of his. Then my hands slipped beneath the waist of his jeans, where I let my fingers linger a bit. I loved to feel his abs around here. My hand was unbuttoning his jeans then and then unzipping them. He made to move and I stopped him with the palm of my hand on his stomach. I didn’t speak, I just shook my head. He was laying there, watching me, not really knowing where this was going. That was okay by me because I was all about surprises right now.
“Close your eyes Justin and no peeking.”
He blinked a couple of times and at first I thought he was going to say something, but then he ran his tongue along his lower lip and did as I asked. That slight action with his tongue had increased my body temp to the boiling point.