Broken Justice (Justice Brothers) (15 page)

Counting backwards in her head Lacey took a deep breath and jumped.
Five, four, three, two, one. Go!
“I probably will use the shower before bed. Um,” she wavered slightly before charging on. “Uh, breakfast is when?” she croaked.

“Six until ten,” he calmly replied.

Her tension rising, Lacey continued as if nothing important was going on. “You’ll leave the door open, then?” she asked in what she prayed was a casual way.

Cameron lifted away from the door jamb where he’d been leaning, moving ‘til he was center frame in her view but still out of arm’s reach. “The door stays open. I checked all the locks. You’re bolted in tight for the night. Get some sleep and don’t worry. I’m just beyond this doorway,” he said nodding his head to the space just behind him. “I’ll keep us safe Lacey. Relax. I’ve got this.” He grunted something that came out sounding rough and husky, “My manhood feels like it’s being called into question.” His attempt at levity was just so damn charming that Lacey couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, your manhood isn’t in question, Cameron,” she sighed as the corners of her mouth quirked upward. “After all, I’ve felt, um….proof and can attest to you being all man.”

He had to give it to her, she went balls out when she had to. His chest grew warm around his heart when she added, “Thank you. For
everything
.” The emphasis she gave the word carried a world of meaning. “And thank you for thinking of the door. I really am going to shower and then get some sleep.”

Because he didn’t really want to leave her Cam tossed out one final comment hoping it would make her eyes shine. He couldn’t have hit it more right on if he’d been trying. “Your sleep-shirt might be right,” he chuckled while wagging his eyebrows suggestively at her.

What did that mean?
Lacey wondered. Gazing down at her choice of sleepwear for a clue, she saw the soft pink cotton first and then what was written on the shirt. She’d barely registered that there was any sort of print or words on it when she had spied the next-to-new sleep-shirt in the thrift store’s fifty-cent bin. All she cared about at the time was the condition and price of the simple garment.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to focus but then she saw it. A trail of little hearts and flourishes up one side with the words
It started with a kiss
and a big pair of red lips. As the meaning of the words sank in she felt heat spread across her chest and up her neck. When she realized that the big red lips were strategically placed directly over one of her pouting breasts with an engorged and extended nipple clearly visible at the center of the mouth, she didn’t doubt her cheeks blazed.

It started with a kiss, indeed!
Catching his quiet chuckle, she shifted with arms at her waist and her legs slightly parted she scolded him playfully with as serious a face as she could muster. “Men,” she cried playfully. “Always with the one track mind!”

When she stomped a foot and mischievously stuck her tongue out at him, it was all Cam could do to keep from jumping on her right there and then. His first priority would be to suck that wicked tongue she was wagging at him into his mouth where he would slide his own along hers. Next would be the puffy nubbins staring at him from her breasts that were begging for tongue time too.

He didn’t do anything to disguise his thoughts and knew she had clearly seen what was on his mind. The glowing smile she bestowed on him was what he saw from that moment until much later when sleep finally claimed him.

Despite the intense erotic dreams that visited him throughout the night, Cam woke up refreshed with an uncharacteristic grin on his face. Okay, so maybe the grin was a tad awkward and lop-sided, probably from lack of practice, but it was real and completely the result of the woman sprawled across the bed in the next room.

True to her word, Lacey had spent a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom last night after he retreated from her room. She was still doing whatever women do when they bathe long after he had finished his own shower. Eventually through the open door between their rooms he heard her rustling around in the linens of her big bed and filled with pleasure knowing she felt safe enough to take another tiny step into a different way of life.

A long time later, deep in the night, Cam crept from his bed and silently made his way to hers where he found her sprawled, hair a jumbled mess around her face, clutching a small pillow to her side. She was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each soft breath. As he enjoyed taking in the sight of her peacefulness, his balls tightened of their own accord as he was struck by her beauty.

He thought of his king-size bed at home. Damn thing was huge, solid, and rather like himself, it was stripped down and basic. Crafted by Drae from rustic timbers he’d smoothed and finished to a deep golden glow, the four-poster bed sat along a glass wall that showcased the beauty of the southwestern desert.

It didn’t take much imagination to picture a sexy, ponytailed angel lounging amidst the sumptuous, earth toned linens he preferred. The rich hues in his bedroom would complement her dusty blonde features and try as he might to control the attraction he felt toward her, the visual of her pale beauty writhing with desire on his bed made his dick stiffen with alarming speed. In seconds it felt like all the blood in his upper body had rushed at supersonic speed into his throbbing cock. How he managed to walk back to his room while his manhood fought to bury itself in her heat, he did not know. Nor did he know how he fell asleep not too long thereafter.

His desire for her had chased him through the night. Rapid-fire scenes of her ravishment at his hands, under his mouth and astride his hips as he bucked wildly into her played out on a continuous loop in his dreaming mind. The final fantasy, the one that clung to his aroused body and mind once his eyes opened, was a different matter altogether. Returning to the delicious vision she had presented in her cute pink nightshirt, his thoughts settled on how mouthwatering her nipple seemed where it taunted him at the center of the red lips. It was as if the lips were suckling at her breasts. With that provocation he claimed the turgid nipple for his own, sucking it forcefully into his mouth through the nightshirt. The perfect feel of her plump breast cupped in his big hand as he held the nipple in place for his hungry lips seared itself on his senses.

His dream self felt powerful, on-the-edge, and raw. Ripping away the nightshirt, her naked skin seduced him in the shadowy light of a moonlit sky. Prowling her body, he breathed in her arousing scent and let his eyes feast on her exposed flesh.

Crouching over her quivering form he used his large hands to grasp and massage her ample breasts as her nipples stood at aching attention. Growling his approval he lightly flicked his wet tongue against each fleshy pink nub. She arched her back whimpering for more. The beast inside answered her cries, nipping at the tight buds, drawing them against his tongue until half a glorious breast was stuffed inside his mouth as he suckled voraciously on her bountiful curves.

Her moans and pleasured sighs echoed in the silence, enflaming his response to the woman in his dreams. She was on fire for him so he stoked the flames even higher while his hands memorized her torso as he continued licking, suckling, and biting at her breasts and neck. Even in his dreams, he wanted to devour her.

His questing touch drew lazy circles on her stomach before grabbing her fiercely and spreading his fingers to knead the soft curves of her bottom. Time slowed when his dream lover’s thighs fell open at his urging. An exquisite rush of desire greeted his questing fingers when he found the warm soft curls that shrouded her sexy mound. Cupping her gently while his tongue and lips found their way back to her mouth, Cam swallowed her sensual gasps and moans as he pressed on.

Gently separating the fleshy lips that guarded her most intimate flesh, Cam fell through the rabbit hole when his hands discovered the wet, slick evidence of her arousal. His mind snapped when he felt the liquid desire covering his fingers. Without hesitating he slid one long, sturdy digit into her hot, wet depths as her hips churned.

Goddammit, she was fucking magnificent
, undulating under his caress without abandon as little cries of excitement split the air. He stopped kissing her and in an agony of intensifying need watched as he vigorously finger fucked her while she rocked against his hand. Adding a second finger, he stretched her tight passage while spreading the hot, creamy evidence of her arousal.

This dream had nothing to do with his own satisfaction and everything to do with bringing her to an explosive orgasm while he watched and savored her raw response. As his hands kept up their exploration at her throbbing core, he growled next to her ear, telling her in the most basic way he could that she was magnificent. That he loved feeling her wet response as it dripped from her slit. How delicious he was sure she would taste when he first put his mouth between her legs. How he wanted to come inside her, empty his balls while he was buried deep as she spasmed and clutched his cock. Her moans and gasps were the only answer he needed.

She was getting close. Her hips were undulating wildly while she spread her legs ever wider giving him complete access to her hot wetness. He watched and waited. Circling his thumb against the cluster of nerve endings that throbbed at her clit, his breath husked and sounded ragged when he hooked his fingers, stroking that special spot inside her which triggered a flood of wetness, further drenching his hand. She started shaking while her inner muscles claimed his wicked fingers in a frenzy of rhythmic spasms and frantic clutches as he brought her to a screaming climax.

Her cries of completion were still ringing in his ears when his dream world finally broke and sleep receded.
What a fantastic way to start his day,
he grimaced. Nothing like a raging hard-on and an overactive imagination. The only thing to make it better would have been finding her naked in his bed so he could draw her body against his while his throbbing staff slid into her from behind.

Well, glorious as that thought was, it wasn’t on the agenda this morning. Lifting from the bed Cam did a few quick stretches to unwind and made for the bathroom where a cool shower helped calm his body and clear his mind for the day ahead.

His hope was to make it through Texas in one day with a planned stop at a military base where he would be part of a security round table the Justice Agency had been invited to. He was generally ambivalent about his military connections. After leaving the service, memories of his years choking back the dust of the Middle East had been pushed into the far reaches of consciousness. Dragging all that baggage around only held him back. Each time he ventured onto a base or dealt with uniforms, Cam felt the military mindset closing in. It wasn’t something he was looking forward to.

Dressing less casually today in deference to his business obligations, he chose a crisp, white button down shirt and black slacks. Later, he’d add a dark jacket and, if necessary, a tie. Having shaved thoroughly and gotten his shaggy mane of jet black hair smoothed into sensible waves, he looked to be exactly what he was, a businessman on a trip.

Thinking of the trip, he focused on the freckle-faced beauty asleep in the adjoining room. Still buttoning his shirt, he stepped through the open door and paused. She was curled on her side with one leg crooked at the knee, arms wrapped around a huge overstuffed pillow. She looked adorable, all sleep tousled and mussed. Her nightshirt had ridden up in the night and with one leg flung on top of the covers, Cam had a tantalizing view of her exposed buttock and thigh. She was wearing sensible white panties again, only this pair was softened by a bit of lace. He swallowed and sighed at the delightful picture she presented. No matter what he did, she was all he could think about.

Calling quietly to break her sleeping spell, Cam’s deep voice rumbled in the silence. “Lacey, wake up sleepyhead.”

When she didn’t stir, he stepped closer and gently ran his fingers across her exposed calf. “Ponytail. Rise and shine.” The way his hand tingled from the simple contact guaranteed she was awake now. There was no way she hadn’t felt that.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, floating up from sleep to wakefulness, stretching her body from head to toe. One eye opened. Then the other. She took a moment to consider where she was and then turned her head searching for him. “Cameron,” was all she said. A heady satisfaction surged through his senses realizing her first thought upon waking was of him.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked, enjoying the moment. “We have a busy day ahead so get your butt in gear and let’s hit up the breakfast buffet before we get back on the road.” She was sitting up now, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking like the sexiest thing alive in that silly nightshirt with her messy hair. He couldn’t recall seeing a woman just as she woke up ever before.

Lacey felt different somehow. Maybe it was the long, relaxing bubble bath she took last night that made her feel so serene. Or maybe it was the luxury of the huge plush bed with the soft crisp sheets and the squishy pillows that had given her the first relaxing calm night’s sleep she ever remembered having. All she knew for sure was that when she opened her eyes and saw Cameron at her bedside she felt a rush, like an electrical charge shoot through her senses. She found seeing his beautiful face the moment she opened her eyes to be the icing on her cake after an amazingly restful night’s sleep. After that, everything just felt, well….
different
.