Chelsea woke up with a dry mouth, hair in her face, and throbbing between her legs. It wasn’t the kind of throb she got when she was horny, but instead the kind that…oh fuck! It was the kind that ached along with the rest of her body after a night of passion. It was surprising she remembered that, since it had been years since she’d woken up with it, and years before that when she was sober. What the fuck did she do? Damn it! She knew what she did, the question really was…why? Slowly she turned her head to the side, taking in the profile of the sexy beast asleep next to her. Fuck, he’s hot. Chopper looked like he was sound asleep. His eyelashes lay perfectly still against his cheeks and those lips she couldn’t get enough of the night before were turned up slightly at the edges in a sexy little smile. The five o’clock shadow he’d had the night before…the one that was probably the cause of the scratchiness between her thighs…looked like it had expanded overnight. The sheet was pulled up just to his hips, covering the massive tool he’d used like a weapon at least three times that she could remember, before they both passed out. His morning wood was evident through the thin cotton sheet that covered it. She tried to distract herself by moving her eyes up to his chest. He had a nice chest, and his arms were hot too. His right biceps had a barbed-wire tattoo around it, but instead of black like most of them were, his was in vivid color and there was a skull in the center of the wire, like it was caught in it. She liked the art, and it looked sexy as hell on him. He had one on the back of his calf too. She’d only caught a glimpse of that one, but she would have liked to explore it further.

Her eyes were suddenly back on his belly and the path of silky brown hair that led from his navel to the treasure below. Even though she was sore and satiated, she felt her pussy tingle again. Fuck. She had to get out of there before she did something even more stupid than fucking him again. If there was something stupider than that…a vision of that drink she’d ordered the day before popped into her head. “I didn’t drink it!” she snapped to her own conscience, out loud. She looked back up at Chopper’s face. He was still breathing evenly. His hard chest was rising and falling…Shit! She slowly rolled over on the arm he had under her head and toward the edge of the bed. Once there, she lowered her feet to the floor and quietly slid off the bed. She sighed a breath of relief when he still didn’t stir. It was early yet; he was probably used to sleeping in.

She began to gather her clothes as quietly as she could, and she was just scooping up the last of them when the sound of heavy metal music practically shook the walls of the room. A silent scream ripped through her body and her heart began to race. Naked and clutching her clothes to her chest, she looked back toward the bed. Chopper was sitting upright with his phone in his hand. He wasn’t looking at the phone, though, he was looking at her…sadly. “You were going to sneak out on me in the middle of the night?”

“Um…first, it’s not the middle of the night…” The phone had stopped making the horrible noise but the sound of his “Oh fuck! Motherfucker!” sent another wave of panic ripping through her. He slapped his forehead and cursed again.

“You okay?”

He chuckled, but still looked upset. “I was supposed to be up, dressed, and on the road about four hours ago.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s not your fault…” He sent a quick text and then started pulling back the sheet and climbing out of bed. Still in panic mode, she ducked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She stood there with her back to it, breathing hard and trying to calm down enough to pull her clothes on. A soft knock on the door startled her again.

“I’ll be out in a sec,” she said in a shaky voice.

“Was it something I said?”

She rolled her eyes. He really had been a nice guy. He’d treated her like she was the most special, beautiful woman on earth the night before while they were having sex. If she wasn’t who she was, and hadn’t been through the things she had, she may have even called what they did “making love.” But that wasn’t what it was, and the rational side of Chelsea knew that. It was a mistake, but since she hadn’t been drunk or high, and she had been safe making him wear a condom each time…it wasn’t all bad. She could get dressed and head home and be showered and shined before it was time to take the trip out to her parent’s house for her visit and dinner. She repeated to herself once more, “Everything is okay.”

“No,” she finally said to Chopper. She turned and pulled the door open a crack. “I’m sorry. I just hadn’t been planning on staying the whole night. I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll be out of your way.”

“You’re not in my way,” he said, lightly pushing against the door. “As a matter of fact, if you wait until I take a quick shower, I’d love to give you a ride home.”

“I can walk,” she said. Her eyes were on the part of his body that she could see in the crack in the door, and God help her if she wasn’t imagining how hot he’d look in the shower.

“I’m sure you can,” he said, leaning more of his body weight on the door. He wasn’t forcing it open. She could have pushed back any time and she was sure he wouldn’t have fought her for control of it. But she wasn’t pushing; strictly the opposite, she was leaning back slightly so the door could fall open far enough for her to see all of him. Her palms practically ached with a need to touch him. Jesus, what have I gotten myself into? “But I’d really like to give you a ride.”

“Aren’t you late? Don’t you need to get somewhere?”

His initial irritation seemed to have ebbed and now he smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, but where I’m going will still be there in an hour, or two…” She couldn’t help but smile at the mischievous look on his face. He was so fucking masculine and manly, but there was something of a little boy in his eyes. A little boy who was about to reach into the cookie jar.

“I don’t live that far. I wouldn’t take hours.” He pushed the door the rest of the way open and she didn’t try to stop him.

“Yeah, but what I have in mind first will…” Their bodies were pressed together before she could even react and as he covered her mouth with his, he moved them sideways so that he could reach the shower. With one arm still around her waist, he reached inside the glass shower stall and turned on the water. Her brain was trying to start working again; it was trying to break through the heavy fog of lust that had descended upon her. She shut it down. Her brain was working 24/7…It deserves a short vacation, right?

He waited long enough for the steam to start wafting out of the top of the shower and then he broke the kiss and stepped in through the open door, pulling her along after him. The bathroom floor was already soaked, but he pulled the door closed, warding off a flood. He looked at her like she was the most decadent dessert he’d ever seen, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip almost absently. He took her by the shoulders and gently turned her around facing away from him, and the warm water cascaded down across her body. She felt the touch of his hot lips to the back of her neck and then she felt his tongue tracing the designs of the tattoo on her upper back. She had that one and another that covered her right shoulder both front and back. She had a tramp stamp on her lower back and a design on her left thigh that swirled with color and ended in the midst of a white skull surrounded by roses. She had designed that one herself and it was her favorite. She wondered if he liked it, but then his hands began to move and she forgot all about them…fuck, she forgot her own damn name for a second.

Her knees were weak as she leaned her body back into his, and those magic hands slid up until they reached her breasts and he cupped them both. She sighed and then moaned while he began to squeeze and massage them. He brought his thumbs up and ran them across her hard nipples. She felt a rush of liquid between her legs, and it wasn’t from the showerhead. When he brought his fingers up to meet his thumbs and began to tweak and pull, she had to lean into him to keep from falling. She was shaking all over and gasping as he pleasured her nipples and continued to bite and suck on her neck and across her shoulders.

“Oh Jesus,” she whispered. She felt his body shake in a silent laugh and he spun her around again to face him and said:

“It’s Chopper, babe. Say my name.” While he was talking, he reached down between her legs and tweaked her sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck!” He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and said:

“Say my name, baby.”

“What’s your name?” she whispered.

He chuckled again. “Forgot already?” His fingers were playing with her lips and she felt like she was losing brain cells by the second.

“No,” she whispered. “Tell me your real name.”

“Thought you didn’t want to know any more about me.”

She chuckled then. “Touché. I want to know your real name.”

“If I tell you will you scream it out when you come?”

“Mm-hmm…” She was close already. His fingers were fucking magic.

“Justice.” She laughed. “I’m not kidding.”

“What a cool name,” she said. “Why don’t you use it?”

He rubbed her clit a little harder and she was moaning loud enough that he had to raise his voice slightly as he said, “I used it most of my life. I use it when I need to. But Chopper is more who I am now.”

“Why did they name you Justice?”

She felt him smile against the side of her face and he said, “Scream it out when you come and I’ll tell you.”

She nodded. This was no time for talk. She wanted to concentrate on what his fingers were doing. The one in her pussy was still working and the other hand come back up and grasped one of her breasts. She felt his mouth slide down across her collarbone until he reached her nipple and then he licked it hard. She gasped, and he licked it again and again like a kid with an ice cream that he just couldn’t get enough of. She was rocking her hips against his hand and arching her back while he teased her nipple with his tongue. She felt an orgasm building in her toes and if he hadn’t pulled his fingers out almost at the same time that he bit down on her nipple, she would have come right then. Instead she yelled out, “Fuck!”

Chopper laughed and with his mouth still wrapped around her breast he said, “Tsk, tsk, it was supposed to be my name.”

He was sliding down now, over her abdomen and toward her pussy. “It would have been if you would have let me come,” she lectured, weakly.

He was chuckling again into her hot, wet flesh even as he knelt and reached her pussy. She screamed out his name as soon as his tongue touched her swollen, aching clit and less than three minutes of him exploring her folds with his tongue, licking and flicking her inner walls and then finally sucking her clit into his mouth and nipping at it, had her not only screaming out his name, but pounding her fist into the tile wall. She wasn’t sure, but she might have even blacked out…just for a second. Fuck, I could get addicted to this. Hell, I might just walk out in front of a motorcycle every day.