Page 18 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

“Oh! That’s good news,” Jordan said.

“I also scared the piss out of some punk kid who was trying to rob this hot guy.”

“I thought you seemed pretty relaxed when you got home. Did you fuck the hot guy?”

I raised both eyebrows, surprised by his question. “How’d you guess?”

“You had that look in your eyes when you first came home,” Jordan explained. “Was he good?”

I nodded. “Not better than you, though.”

Jordan scoffed. “My ass is one of a kind, that’s why.” He smiled, then he gave me the side-eye. “Did you use protection?”

I rolled my eyes. “I swear, I don’t need that shit, Jordan.”

“I take it you didn’t.”

“No. I did pull out before I came, but no.”

“You know, it doesn’t matter anyway. You said you didn’t get sick and I believe you now,” Jordan said. “I guess it’s just a force of habit for me to ask.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “That’s because you’re a hypochondriac. Anyway, what do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’?”

“Well, remember last month when we fucked in the shower?”

I smiled, because that was the only time I’d been able to get inside Jordan’s sweet ass to ride him bareback.

He’d smoked a ton of weed that day and wasn’t his usual rigid self.

“Yeah, how can I forget?” Even though we enjoyed ourselves, once the high wore off, he was obsessing about how reckless we’d acted and had been on a bit of an edge ever since.

He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I was stressing about fucking you unprotected, because I know you don’t really care about that kind of thing. Which, if you think about it, was kind of stupid on your part.”

“Stupid on my part?”

“Yeah, you’re going around sticking your cock in a bunch of different asses, and you really weren’t one hundred percent sure that you were immune to shit.”

Okay, yeah, he had a point. But shit, I never got sick, I was super strong, my skin couldn’t be penetrated… I took a wild guess. “You have a point, but get back to what you were saying.”

“Well, anyway, I got us tested and we’re clean… so I guess you were right all along. But I still want you to wash your dick off before you stick it in me if you stuck it in some other dude’s ass.”

“Wait, what do you mean, you got us tested? Where?”

“Don’t panic. I have a really good friend who works at a sperm bank and she tested your semen. She was pretty amazed by what she discovered, but I told her it came from a one night stand, so she has no idea where the sample came from.”

“Jesus, Jordan… what if she reports it?”

“She won’t… I was there the entire time and took the samples with me. I’m not an idiot. Anyway, it seems like your antibodies attack and destroy any bacteria or virus within seconds. She wanted to keep a little bit of it for medical purposes, but I wouldn’t let her.”

I sighed and shook my head. “You should have told me you were going to do that.”

“I trust her, like I trust you. She won’t say anything, I swear.

I didn’t just do this for me. I did it for us.

You needed to know you were going to be safe.

I don’t think you know all of the things you need to know about yourself.

You’ve been too cautious to find out how your body works.

This discovery was important, Eric,” Jordan stated.

It was hard to disagree with him when he was making sense. I just panicked sometimes when experiments were run on me in any capacity. Still, I was glad to know that what I believed about myself was true. “You’re right. It’s good we know now.”

“I’m glad you’re okay with this,” Jordan said.

Well, the prospect of going bareback with Jordan from now on was a dream come true, so fine… I’d adhere to his wishes and wash my dick off. Damn him and his worrisome ass . “Sure, not a problem. We need to stock some sani-wipes.”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “Good, because I really want to have sex with you again just like that, but not tonight. I’m so not in the mood tonight,” he said, and his tone changed into one that was more somber.

Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood either. As odd as this conversation was, it did take my mind off of that sick shit I saw on the dark web for a few minutes at least. How did one move on from seeing something like that? I was willing to bet both Jordan and I were going to have nightmares tonight.

“God, that poor kid. I can’t get him out of my mind.” Jordan poured himself a glass of water.

I rubbed his back and leaned over, kissing him on his temple. “I know. You do what you do best, and I’ll make sure those sons of bitches pay.”

“Do we have any weed?” Jordan asked me.

I shrugged. “How should I know? You smoke the shit more than I do.”

“I think we have a few ounces left.”

“Ounces? We had a pound a month ago. How much of that shit do you smoke a day?”

He shrugged. “It helps me be more creative.”

“Yeah, I bet.” I chuckled.

“It does.”

“I think you just like getting high,” I quipped.

“That too.” Jordan smiled.

“I took down a dealer tonight, he was selling meth. After watching that live feed, I’m almost inclined to smoke it. I feel like I need to erase the last hour of this night.”

“You and me both.” He walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I held him close to me. That was when the floodgates opened and he cried hard, his tears dripping down my chest. “I hope I have the strength to help you take these people down.”

“You will, don’t worry. You won’t have to look at any more videos.

Just follow the money trail. We need to find out who these people are, where they are, how they are finding their victims. Together, we can do this,” I said.

I kissed his forehead and led him to the bedroom.

It was late as fuck and neither one of us were going to have sweet dreams.