Broken Justice (Justice Brothers) (29 page)

She writhed in response, fisting the bed linens and crying out his name. That seemed to go pretty well so he did it a few more times until she was pleading with him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore.
Foolish girl
. He wasn’t stopping, in fact he was only just getting started.

Running his tongue back and forth along her open slit, he forgot his pledge to go easy when her response infiltrated his sense and set a fire of need crawling along his nerves. She had a sweet tangy taste that poured over his senses like hot lava. He couldn’t get enough.

Lapping at her delicious wetness, Cam used his lips to draw her engorged nub into his mouth where he sucked and nibbled on it like he had her nipples. He knew if he kept that up for much longer she would come in his mouth and while the thought had definite appeal, he wasn’t ready to send her up and over just yet.

He liked squatting between her open legs. It gave him the most mouth-watering view. Not wanting to waste a moment of such a glorious opportunity, he kept one hand busy spreading her open while with the other he slowly inserted his long middle finger deep inside. Just like before he watched in wonder when her inner muscles clenched tight. The sight of her sweet pussy closing around his invading digit was tattooed forever on his brain.

Slowly pumping his finger in and out became a growing torture for them both. She was shaking and rolling her hips while he felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck, struggling to maintain control. Flicking his tongue against her clit, he plunged his finger in over and over with deep strokes that seemed to increase her excitement, if the flood of creamy wetness was any indicator.

He knew she’d reached her breaking point when she cried out and she began bucking wildly against his marauding finger. Quickly adding a second long, sturdy digit, Cam continued stroking in and out with increasing vigor, placing his mouth once again over her swollen nub, suckling it with a pulsing rhythm meant to trigger an orgasm.

Her climax, when it hit, was like nothing he’d ever seen or experienced before. Arching off the bed, her back bowed while powerful shudders ripped through her. A heated flood of moisture gushed from her body as her pussy clenched and spasmed over and over and over in wave after wave of intense pleasure that moved him more than words could say.

To his amazement she was crying softly as the aftershocks continued pulsing through her even as he removed his fingers from her hot core. Laving one last kiss on her beautiful pussy, Cam kissed and nibbled his way up her shaking body until he reached her mouth where he didn’t hesitate to swirl his tongue against hers sharing the taste of her sweet response still on his lips.

Glad he had the foresight to place a condom on the nightstand when he shucked off his pants, he wriggled out of his briefs in a frenzied rush and sat back on his haunches with his cock sticking straight up. Ripping open the foil packet with his teeth, he rolled the condom down his patient dick while the woman spread open before him watched with half-closed eyes. He let his throbbing staff bob and twitch under her heated gaze for several moments while his hand remained clutched at the base making the fat head plump even more.

To his everlasting surprise, Lacey widened her open thighs even more in clear invitation. He wasn’t going to wait for another. Moving between her legs he levered his hips to allow the sensitized tip of his cock to stroke her wetness, covering the length of his hardness with creamy delight. Cam’s body was coursing with exquisite arousal as he placed his hands under her knees so he could push her legs up and open even further.

She was breathing heavily as she helped him hold her legs open. It turned him on even more, if that was possible, to see her all but begging for his dick. He knew what she wanted so he gave it to her, a little bit at a time. At first he only let the bulbous head of his sex slide inside her. Each time he pulled back, her pussy made a quiet slurping noise when he backed off. He knew if he told her how, she would quickly get the hang of letting her tight pussy grab on and suck him deep in with the strength of her inner muscles alone.

For now, though, he was in the driver’s seat so he kept teasing her with just a portion of what he had to offer. It didn’t take long for her to lose control as she desperately tried to draw him deeper into her body. When she cried out, “Please Cameron. Please,” he swiftly surged home with a mighty thrust and a satisfied grunt that echoed in the darkness.

Dear God.
The feeling of her incredibly tight, wet pussy stretching around his pulsating cock was enough to satisfy his hungry sex, but only for a moment. Planted deep and firm inside her, Cam rotated his hips, shuddering at the sound her wet response as he let the beast off its leash for the finale.

Letting go of her legs, he fell on her with randy abandon, licking and sucking her nipples as his powerful thighs unleashed a thunderous pounding. She responded with strong upward thrusts each time he pressed home causing him to pump harder, deeper, and longer. The incredible rhythm they found seemed natural and about as erotic as anything he’d ever imagined. With each stroke, he pulled almost all the way out of her luscious body. The mind-blowing strength of her tight pussy wouldn’t release him and the sensation of her sex clenching the fat head of his dick on every retreat became heaven and hell at the same time.

When he hammered forward, each plunge sent him deep enough to tap against her womb. The feeling was extraordinary and he never wanted to stop. That wasn’t going to be possible though because his body had been patient and cooperative long enough. He felt the fire growing in his balls each time they slapped against her dripping center. Picking up the tempo, Cam issued a serious volley of powerful thrusts that caused her to cry out in sweet agony.

The moment her pussy exploded he felt a shockwave of molten heat shoot along his spine. She ground against him as her body milked his cock in a series of earth shattering convulsions that vapor locked his brain. Grunting like a wild animal, Cam experienced long moments of indescribable pleasure when his dick, that had been locked and loaded long enough, fired off inside her. Churning wildly, he pumped into her over and over while his balls emptied and her pussy clutched him through it all.

When it was over and they could both breathe again, Cam dealt with the condom and then pulled her close, fitting his exhausted body against hers as they drifted off. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that they hadn’t talked, not really. Except for some sexy teasing, not much had been said between them. Communicating with their bodies seemed to be what they did best.
So much for backing off and getting some perspective.

Four days had gone by. Four long, busy days and not one word from Cameron. Lacey felt like kicking a dog. If she had one, that is. Well, she wouldn’t actually kick the animal just because the guy in her life was behaving like one.

After their unforgettable night together, she hadn’t been totally surprised to wake up alone in her rumpled bed.
Okay, maybe a little surprised.
After all, the way he had behaved, driving her wild with wanting before staking his claim inside her body, had been nothing short of mind-blowing. Expecting a bit of tenderness the next morning shouldn’t be such a big deal but with Cameron it most certainly was.

Poor man
, she mused. She wondered if he realized that she’d been poking and taunting him, attempting to crack the polished veneer he’d been trying so hard to maintain. His testy version of Alex’s noble gallantry didn’t suit the dark knight, making her glad when he’d tossed in the towel. A delicious tremor rushed up her neck remembering how his polite, respectful distance vanished the second he put his lips on hers.

Heaving a huge sigh that broke the silence of the office where she toiled each day, Lacey leaned back in the big plush desk chair and contemplated the ceiling. Anything to divert her thoughts from the man with the sexy mouth and the brooding good looks.

Filling the hours that made up her day, working brought a rhythm she looked forward to. Once the original crisis had been dispatched, she’d taken over the business side of the agency with ease, earning kudos from everyone, especially Alex. He had been charming, solicitous, and made every effort to include Lacey in the inner workings at the Villa. If only she could stop pining after a man who seemed to have no problem walking away. He was very good at it in fact. The walking away, that is. Another dramatic, heavy sigh ripped through the air.

Twirling around in the big chair like a bored two-year-old, she thought about the paycheck Alex had given her that she hadn’t been expecting. She’d been mortified and said so. The amount had startled her. Apparently, the agency compensated their employees quite well. Even though the payroll was farmed out to a professional service, she knew that Betty was being taken care of during her absence. She liked the message such loyalty and caring suggested.

Leaving the merry-go-round of the chair, Lacey stood and wandered to the wide windows that looked out onto a desert scene that was so perfect, it almost resembled a painting.

The conversation she’d had with Alex about the payroll had been highly illuminating. When she’d tried to reject the paycheck on the grounds that letting her stay in the casita had been payment enough, what she learned next had hit her like a ton of rocks.

“You’re staying in the guest house because that’s where Cam wanted you. It wasn’t my decision, or any of my business for that matter,” he had said.

Normally pretty quick on the uptake, she’d been confused and asked for an explanation. What had he meant exactly by,
that’s where Cam wanted her
?

“C’mon Lacey, think about it. There’s a dormitory for visitors and clients who stay over and a bunch of studio apartments all throughout the property. He could easily have put you in any of those spaces, yet he chose to plant you in between the main house and his. We save the Casita de Corazon for family. It’s for our exclusive use, Cam, Drae and myself. Clearly that’s where he wanted you.”

Jolted by the implication of what she’d learned, Lacey was hit with an avalanche of conflicting emotions. Disbelief came first. Followed by embarrassment. Eventually though, a whiplash of female satisfaction had her sitting up and taking notice. By setting her up in the guesthouse, Cameron had been making a silent statement whether he wanted to admit it or not.

She’d been moved when Alex put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed before telling her not to give up yet. She could only take the comment one way – Cameron’s closest friend was giving his approval of their involvement and encouraging her to stick it out.
If only he knew how complicated the whole thing truly was.

It was clear that neither she nor Cameron had the slightest clue how to go about having a relationship. To make it more complicated, he believed that his less-than-stellar upbringing and sometimes gritty life experiences made him unworthy of love or caring.
If only he could see himself the way she did.

That conversation with Alex had become even more revealing when, deciding to go for broke, she delicately asked about his injury. Most of the time, he did a bang up job of hiding the slight limp that marked his gait. When he was stressed or tired though, the hesitation in his walk became almost painful to watch. At times he would rub his hand back and forth against his thigh in an absent-minded gesture that told of the discomfort plaguing him.

Lacey hadn’t been sure if he would answer. Maybe the story was too personal and perhaps she’d just stepped way over the line. When he boosted his backside up onto the desk and fixed her with a wry smile, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“In the end, it was one bad day out of a thousand bad days. You get used to it, you know,” he murmured with a chuckle that didn’t sound joyous in any way. “The heat, the dust, the smell. After a while, you barely notice. Being alert, watching out for everyone, staying alive – it was a twenty-four seven proposition.”

He stared into space as the rewind played out. “Had the misfortune of getting promoted. Damn military. Like to reward foolishness they thought was bravery. Anyway – getting pulled out of our special ops team to play Officer was the last thing I wanted. That’s where the Justice name comes from. Me, Cam, Drae, bunch of others, were called by that name since that was what we did. Meted out justice on the bad guys.”

Lacey made note of that tidbit of information.
Hmmmm
. Another puzzle piece. Justice Squad? Team Justice? It wasn’t her first inkling that Cameron might not be who he said he was. She’d been introduced to Alex by his formal surname, Valleja-Marquez. And she knew that Draegyn’s last name was St. John. Only Cameron seemed to have no identity prior to the one he’d created for the agency.
Interesting.

“That last day started off like any other. Visiting politicos and some dog and pony show bullshit had just wrapped up. I was out of sorts and distracted. Being in an office isn’t my thing,” he said with a twisted grin while taking in where they sat, “in case you hadn’t noticed.” She smiled at that. Alex was a lot of things but organized and business-like weren’t on the list.