Page 37 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

“A bout time you got home,” Jordan said as soon as I climbed out of the car. “I thought I was going to starve to death.”

I chuckled. “Shut up,” I retorted and starting pulling grocery bags from the trunk. He began unpacking the bags and putting items where he wanted them to go while I unloaded the car. After I was done with that, I helped him put the rest of the food up.

“So, what took so long?” Jordan asked as he finished putting the last item away.

“Long lines,” I lied. I didn’t even know why I lied, it wasn’t like Jordan didn’t know I fucked other people. Hell, he did, too. So why didn’t I just tell him?

“Well, maybe we should order something because now I don’t feel like cooking,” he said as he walked towards the sofa.

I pulled the bag of take-out from my car and walked over to the sofa, handing it to him. “I thought as much, so I came prepared.”

“Oooh, I love Mexican,” Jordan beamed as he reached into the bag, pulling out one of the burritos.

He took his and gave the bag back to me with the other two.

Yeah, I ate a lot. Jordan sometimes complained about my appetite when we didn’t have leftovers after he’d spent a long time in the kitchen cooking the meal.

We watched TV as we ate and when he was half-way done with his burrito, he turned to me. “So, who did you fuck while you were supposed to be shopping?”

I almost choked on my second steak burrito when he asked that. “What makes you think I was out fucking?”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, now. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’ve been fucking. Plus, you obviously had a fresh shower because that’s not our soap brand I’m smelling on you.”

Shit, he was good, and right. I sighed and nodded. “I met a dude at the sex shop.”

Jordan laughed. “I knew it. Was he good?”

“Yeah, he was.” Damn good. Shit, he was sooo fucking good. My ass was still tingling from what he had done to me.

“Well, well, well, there is something different about you, that’s for sure,” Jordan said as he looked at me more closely, making me feel a bit nervous.

“What? What the fuck are you looking at?” I asked and checked myself out to try to see what he was seeing.

“There’s a glow to your cheeks, Eric.” His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Oh my god!”

“What?” I asked, frowning.

“You got fucked!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, even though a part of me was trying to figure out why in the world I was still trying to deny it.

“Oh, okay, play dumb with me if you want to. I see right through your bullshit. You got fucked, and you got fucked damn good. Hey, there’s no shame in it, even though you claimed you’d never bottom, like ever, whenever I bring it up.”

“I never said that,” I protested.

“Well, you might as well have by the way you were naysaying and shit. So, how big was his dick?” Jordan asked. He scooted closer to me as if he’d gather up all the gossip better.

I rolled my eyes and gave up pretending otherwise. “About ten inches.”

“Damn, okay, impressive. Did you take it like a pro or a bitch?” Jordan teased.

“Seriously?”

“Answer the question.”

I huffed. “It was like my first time all over again, but only better. I see now why you enjoy it so much. Yes, it was very good, I came three times during the whole thing.”

“Ooohhh shit! Oh man, I wish I could have watched. I bet it was hot as fuck. Damn, he must have been special for you to want to go that route,” Jordan speculated. “You’re such a power top.”

I thought about Mr. Silver Fox and how he had made me feel from the moment I first laid my eyes on him, and nodded. “There was something about him that drew me to him. I can’t even put my finger on it, not even now, but yeah… he did it for me.”

“How hot was he?”

I threw my head back. “Too damn hot. Total silver Adonis.”

“Ahhh, man, now I’m jealous.” Jordan giggled. He reached over, brushing a curl behind my ear, and he gave me a sweet smile. “I’m happy for you.”

“You act like I got an A on my report card.”

“You did become enlightened today. Can’t I be happy about that?”

“I guess.”

“Do you want to see him again?” Jordan asked.

I thought about it. Sure, I didn’t know his name, but I knew where he lived. Having sex with him again, at least the prospect of it, made me smile and I nodded. “I would. Besides, he needs to give me a chance to show him what I’ve got.”

“Oooooh Oooh,” Jordan teased.

“Shut up!” I gave him a playful shove and he laughed, then blew me a kiss before going back to eating the rest of his burrito. I did the same, then took our garbage into the kitchen to toss in the trash.

“Oohh shit, Eric, they found Mr. Jingles,” I heard Jordan say, which caught my attention.

I quickly jogged back into living room and plopped my ass down on the sofa with my eyes glued to the screen.

I listened to the reporter giving the “gruesome details” of this “heinous crime” and was proud of my handiwork.

She announced that they were going to speak with the lead detective on the scene and when the camera switched to him, my mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit!” I yelped. I was so in shock, you could have blown me away with a feather. Right there on the screen, giving the press only the necessary details about my vigilante crime, was Mr. Silver Fox now revealed to be Det. Alexi Taylor. Fuck! He was a cop. Damn, did I know how to pick them?

“What’s wrong?” Jordan asked me.

“That’s him.”

He turned, looking back at the TV screen. “Who?”

“The guy I fucked today.”

“Oh shit! Damn. Okay, now I see why you’re tripping. I was just about to comment on how hot he was and how sexy his accent is.”

“This isn’t good. I have to be careful.”

Jordan shrugged. “It’s not like he knew it was Cobra he was fucking. Don’t panic.”

I nodded and tried to relax. It was a good thing now that we hadn’t exchanged names or any other information. The last thing I needed was to give a cop clues as to who I was. It didn’t help that he was investigating my crime.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said.

“We still have a job to do. Let them do theirs and we will do ours. Richard Tate shouldn’t get away with what he’s done. That would be an injustice,” Jordan pointed out.

That put things back into perspective for me. My moment of panic and vulnerability disappeared and I was focused on the big picture all over again. “Oh, don’t worry, he won’t. That bastard is next to die.”

“Good, because I found out where he lives… three of his homes, actually. But the place he resides at the most is located downtown in the Willshire Condos,” Jordan informed me.

“Pricey and with excellent security, but not a problem for me,” I said. Hell, when you could look like whomever you wanted to, getting into secured places was easy. “I’ll start on him tomorrow.”

Jordan nodded. “He deserves your brand of justice.”

And I was going to have a fun time dealing it out, just you wait.