Page 49 of Bleed Me

For Justice to gaze at me with such affection, after knowing of my deeply regretted violent crime, was a testament to the beautiful person she truly was. It was proof of her magic. Magic that I had come to treasure like a rainbow of gold; she could read a man from a mile away.

I understood what Justice was trying to say. A sweet girl like Sapphire would never be able to handle all that I was.

Justice could.

The strength behind Justice’s voice, even as soft as she spoke such words about loving me, was full of determination and truth. I could feel it. She meant every syllable. That was a melody for my damaged soul. She was in a firm stance, unwavering. Her commitment was bold, yet gentle and sincere.

Air. The most beautiful smelling air seeped in and filled my lungs.

Justice was the only person who had been truly willing to accept all of me. I think she was the only one with the strength to do so. As much as Delilah loved me, or tried to, she had been so young, she lacked the experience to handle a normal man, much less a violent one with a horrendous past. Sapphire? My tragic ways would eat her alive and spit out the leftover bones of who she once was. Justice—the woman standing in front of me now—was raised on a battlefield, daily. She ran side by side with vicious men. They were ingrained into her world and always would be. She was a lifer.

I was a lifer, too. So, I tossed aside my unrealistic hopes with Sapphire and slipped into a chance with Justice, like a lover gone rogue.

For the first time ever, I took her by the hand and led her through the Barn. All eyes stared, but I didn’t care. After picking up my cell phone off a table, I glared back at every Officer and patched member, daring them to question my actions. Justice letting me lead her was speaking volumes, and all present knew it.

Brat stared in shock. I warned, “When I get back, we need to talk.”

I didn’t miss a step and kept walking.

As we passed Lynx behind the bar, I eyed him. He wiped a palm down his stressed face, but not a word was exchanged as he watched me lead Justice up the stairs…

Bikers in the garage all stopped working when observing Justice grabbing her helmet from her own bike, then walking to mine. Sitting on my self-restored rumbling Harley, I stared at them, too. After a chin lift, they dipped theirs, then went back to work.

Justice slid behind me…

Nothing, no-mother-fuckin’-thing had ever felt so right.

I didn’t ask if she was ready as I shifted my bike into gear. Her resting her chest to my back and her thighs tightening against mine were her signal; Let’s ride.

Riding had come naturally to me. Me and my Harley were an excellent fit. He was meant for me and I for him. My Harley wasn’t a girl; I only had one in my life, and she was holding me tight as we rolled past the open gate.

Me not being too familiar with Austin yet wasn’t a shocker. I hadn’t been permitted out much. Maybe permitted is the wrong word. No one said I couldn’t go explore. I just didn’t. I hadn’t much desire to wander. The feeling of being grounded was an all-consuming need for me. But, as Justice slid her hand down my thigh to show where she wanted me to turn, I realized I’d been missing out.

This right here was… freedom.

Justice, only by more caresses, eventually led us to a quiet spring. The isolated dirt and rocky road was no challenge for me to drive, but told me we would be alone. My body hummed for what may be coming after such a long wait.

With the bike parked, Justice slid off the back. I sat there, watching her undress. I was finally not afraid that I might ‘switch’ and become a vile person with a woman I cared for. Even with all that was happening in my life, Justice loving me was the anchor I craved, the complete opposite of any ‘trigger’ I had.

“You gonna join me or just keep staring?” When she bent over to strip off her jean shorts, her G-string slipped right up her perfect ass. Good God Almighty. Her thighs were thick with feminine muscle, causing me to wipe my mouth as if staring at a delicacy delivered by God himself.

Due to workouts in the warehouse, I had seen bits of her back tats, but never as a whole. I smiled at her tramp stamp that happened to be a cross. Some could take it as being disrespectful to the good lord above, but that was Justice, always flicking off the world, doing what she pleased.

On her right hip was a cluster of flowers with a butterfly flying away. On the broad span of her back was a feminine version of the Steel Stallion emblem. The horse’s face was over to the right some, giving plenty of space for the mane to flow on the left. Instead of the brute Stallion lettering, she had ‘Steel Stallions’ in script and in the flowing hair.

Leaving her boots, shorts, cell, leather cut, gun, knife, and t-shirt aside, Justice took off running in her bra and dental floss. Splash! That biker goddess disappeared in the clear green water.

Justice was a curse as well as an answered prayer. The means to my full self-destruction and saving grace. Was it wise or naïve to get off that bike and undress my hungry body? I would have to say both. If not, it would’ve been a crime to have missed her touch. If I stayed…

Summer was saying goodbye, and Fall was greeting us, but in Texas, it was still plenty hot enough to handle the cool water. The spring was hidden, sheltered in trees, giving the vibe that we were far away from the rest of the world. In my boxer briefs, I sunk into the water and sat with my legs hanging over a big immersed rock. Refreshing water to my ribs, I prepared myself for a talk that needed to happen before we could move on.

From the middle of the small spring, Justice treaded water, her mouth submerged as she stared at me, waiting to see if I was ready.

After rolling my neck, I was sure to warn about the loose cannon she was dealing with. “I’m achin’ to slip between your thighs, so let's do this. Hit me hard and fast.”

With those greys floating right above the water, she winked.

“Babe, I ain’t fuckin’ around. Talk, or watch me swim to you and take you right there. If we drown in the process, it will have been worth it.”