Broken Justice (Justice Brothers) (35 page)

“Oh, Cameron,” she cried over and over. Hearing his heavy breathing mixed with her quiet moans nearly took her to the edge and fast.

He removed his finger from her wet heat but kept his hands between her legs, holding her open. “I love how fucking wet you are.” Her sex clenched at his words. “Mmmm, that’s right Ponytail. Clench that beautiful pussy for me. I want to see you explode with cream. For me, babe. Only for me.”

He licked her then. First along her gaping hole and then at the cluster of nerves that made up her distended clit. She dug her heels into the mattress and bucked against his tongue. He laughed and said, “My lady likes that, hmmm?” while he flicked his clever tongue against those nerves over and over until her insides were clenching frantically.

“You’re playing with fire, y’know,” she murmured as he had done earlier.

Sinking his teeth into her inner thigh he sent shockwaves up and down her spine. “I know,” he answered. “Paybacks are a bitch, aren’t they?”

Then it was
her
hand tangled in his hair, holding his head the way he had done to her. This time it was her hips bucking wildly as his tongue and lips worked her sensitive nub. When he pushed his finger back into her dripping wetness and sucked her clit into his mouth she went up and over so fast she could only cry out in helpless abandon as a pulsing climax ripped her apart.

Instead of calming once the tension from her aching body eased, Lacey took advantage of the release to gather herself together and push forward. He still wasn’t ready to open up completely so she had more work to do. Before her orgasm had subsided she pulled him onto the bed, scooted back to give him room, and then pushed him down onto his back. Straddling his hips she put her hands on his and made a half-hearted attempt to hold him down. His laughter at her actions brought a huge smile spreading across her face.

“Don’t think I can hold you down?” she taunted. Leaning forward she let her breasts swing slightly across his chest. The harsh breath he sucked in wiped the laugh from his face as her pebbled nipples connected with his skin.

Suddenly, he sat up, gathering her snugly against his groin with his hands on her ass. “Witch,” he replied a scant second before his mouth latched onto her neck.

She was losing control fast so she whimpered quietly in his ear, “Don’t leave like that again. I won’t be ignored, Cameron.” He looked at her and nodded.

“Have you forgiven me yet, Ponytail?”

“No,” she answered bitingly. “What are you going to do to make it up to me?”

In their present position as she straddled his hips and sat high in his lap, her breasts danced near his face in a clear invitation he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of. Cupping both breasts she felt his hot breath scorch her skin as he kneaded her aching flesh. Finally, when she couldn’t take anymore he guided a tightly beaded nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

Lacey really,
really
liked the visual of his dark head feasting on her flesh. She found watching him suckle her breasts profoundly sensual. The way his mouth opened wide to take in as much as he could brought a moan of pleasure from deep inside. When he released her nipple and her breast popped from his mouth with a heavy jiggle, something snapped inside her. Taking the other fleshy mound in his hand, he applied the same torturous suckling until she was writhing in his lap, both hands clutching his head as he brought her swiftly to the edge.

Only the sensation of his chest, heaving deep with each breath, stopped her from falling apart. Proof that he was as equally as undone as she was reminded Lacey that breaking down his barriers and getting them to a place where he could admit to feeling something for her was key.

Reaching between their bodies she quickly enfolded his reawakened cock in her hand and brought it to the opening of her body. It took but a second after that to forcefully impale herself on his surging staff causing Cameron’s head to roll back in surprise. She seriously doubted he was prepared for her to be the aggressor, taking from him what she needed.

With his hands clutching her hips he grunted once or twice as he physically moved her around on his rapidly swelling dick. She let him have his way for a bit, enjoying every minute of his possession. He showed her how to bring her knees up tight to his side, with her feet on the bed as he pumped up into her. It felt incredible. She rocked against him, whimpering and gasping. He was so damn big. With her arms locked around his neck his hands were free to explore every inch of naked skin on her body.

Eventually their motion slowed and became less frenzied. Lacey could feel his heart banging against his chest where she was pressed up against him. Each thundering beat throbbed in his cock as well. Connecting with him on such a basic level was exquisitely erotic and deeply satisfying.

He must have felt it too because she heard him groaning softly. This was where she belonged. Somehow, this was home. Cameron buried deep in her body, the two of them plastered against one another, lover’s moans and the delicious sound of her wet pussy devouring him. It was so perfect.
She felt complete.

The scorching realization that she loved the man quivering in her embrace filled her heart and caused a tidal wave of intense heat and creamy desire to flood her core. His hands grabbed hold of her ass and held her firm while his pulsing cock danced inside her.

His head fell to her shoulder where he nuzzled her neck and groaned her name. Happiness welled up inside her heart. Pushing him onto his back and rearranging her legs so she could ride him home, Lacey silently prayed that he was finally close to flying without a parachute.

He kept his eyes locked to hers and his hands on her voluptuous breasts as she began moving on him. In this position she had all the control so she took them on a guided tour of every stroke and angle imaginable. Occasionally she would stop moving and lean down to kiss him with an awful lot of tongue and a good deal of saliva flowing between them. Everything really was better when wet.

He tried to force her to pick up speed by bucking his hips but she refused to relinquish control. No, she preferred a slow, languid rhythm intended to drive him wild. She knew it was working when he began thrashing beneath her.

“Is this what you wanted, darlin’?” she drawled next to his ear, wanting to remind him that while he may have started this, she was going to finish it.

His response was something between a menacing growl and a helpless moan. She plunged slowly onto his cock, taking him balls deep, and then stopped. His gaze smoldered while his cheekbones flushed and his neck tensed. When she ground her pussy against his groin with a slow rolling of her hips, his eyes closed as a frustrated hiss tore from his throat.

She leaned in, nipped at his ear, and then licked the same spot. He groaned out loud. “Tell me. I need to know,” she growled while letting loose with a flurry of hard slapping thrusts that had them both grunting and shaking with raw need.

With her pussy tightening, she could feel the orgasm building from a place so deep inside that it almost hurt. He was pressing against more than her cervix. This complicated man, her dark knight, was invading her heart and soul.

Slowing once more she asked again, punctuating her words with deep, rolling stabs of her hips. “Tell me, is this what you wanted?”

When she tightened her inner muscles for emphasis his control snapped. Surging up into her he cried out a strangled, “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Lacey. Yes!” Hearing her name burst from his lips in the throes of their passion made her seriously lose her shit.

He didn’t stop there. As she continued rolling and grinding her hips while her pussy clenched and contracted around him he went wild underneath her, bucking and groaning, calling her name over and over.

Hearing him shout her name pushed her body to maximum sensory overload, splintering into a million shards shot with a pleasure so exquisite she cried out as her hips rode his. He was coming undone as her climax overtook upon them.
Was that her screaming?

Suddenly he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her down for a blazing kiss that stopped at nothing. With his tongue mimicking each upward thrust of his cock, she felt him go rigid and swell even larger. When he exploded deep inside her she whimpered into his neck, chanting his name.

What happened next was completely unexpected. As his balls emptied into her wet depths and he cried out her name over and over, just as his orgasm began to subside he murmured low and deep, “I need you, baby. Need you,” tightening his arms until she was crushed to his still shaking body.

Wow
, she thought.
Mission accomplished
.

Slowly coming awake, Cam absorbed a shit ton of sensory input before his eyes even opened. A feeling of peaceful calm, like none he’d known before, enveloped his body and mind. Remembering how his Ponytail had taken them on a sensual journey that had ended with him shouting her name as he exploded inside her, made his morning hard-on spike higher and harder with each passing second. Her delicious scent hung in the air and clung to his skin. It was going to be a very good morning.

Turning on his side, Cam was preparing to reach for her when his opening eyes caught sight of the empty space next to him in bed. Sitting up in a hurry he saw the imprint of her head on the empty pillow but absolutely nothing else lingered in his room to suggest she’d even been there. The panties he’d torn off her weren’t anywhere to be seen.
What the fuck? Where the hell was she?

Flinging aside the sheet wrapped around his hips, he left the comfort and warmth of his bed, prowling naked into the main part of the house in search of his sexy lover. It didn’t take but a few seconds to understand that she wasn’t there.
Shit.
Finding her gone was the last thing he expected.

Standing there naked, sporting a quickly diminishing erection, Cameron scrubbed both hands back and forth through his hair and across the stubble covering his face. Grabbing at his chest like a man in the midst of a heart attack, he was overwhelmed with a crushing sense of loss, as if her absence foretold an impending doom.

Had he done something stupid?
Fuck.
He couldn’t remember anything except a handful of memories swirling with so much passion and emotion that he could barely take it all in. His intention to sit down with her and talk about what was going on between them had been completely circumvented when his dick got hard at the sight of her in those damn cowboy boots and not much else.

Finding his jeans laying on the floor where they’d landed after she’d pushed them down his legs, Cam quickly stepped into them commando style in his increasing hurry to find out where she’d gone and why. Yanking up the zipper, he snapped the waistband closed a second before the slight bulge in his pocket registered.
What the….?
Pushing his hand into the pocket, he withdrew the small black jewelry box containing the delicate pearl earrings he had wanted to give her as a peace offering.

Oh, Jesus,
he thought.
Had he really been that stupid?
Instead of explaining his ignorant behavior while he’d been gone and softening her up with some modest bling, he’d once again reverted to type and simply demanded she get naked. So he could fuck her. The sour taste in his mouth let him know without a doubt what an asshole he’d been.

What the hell was wrong with him?
One minute he wanted to keep her at a distance and the next he was going at her like his dick was a divining rod in search of her sweet pussy. Fuck. Fuck
Fuck
! That wasn’t what he intended. Or was it?

Hurrying to find the rest of his clothes, he quickly pulled on an old t-shirt plus a pair of ratty house shoes and headed for the door. He didn’t care that he looked like hell. He didn’t care that anyone seeing him would know how his night had ended. All he cared about was finding Lacey and fixing whatever he’d done.

Slamming out of the house he decided against firing up his truck, opting to stomp like a madman along the dirt lane that would take him to the casita. And if she wasn’t there, he would move on to the big house. With each pounding thud of his feet on the packed dirt, Cam remembered more about the previous night. He was ashamed of his earlier thought that what they did was just fucking. The sharpening memories of her seduction, not just of his body but also his heart, invaded his mind. She’d asked for more and as a shiver of awareness shot along his spine, he remembered giving it to her. Remembered crying her name a thousand times, remembered telling her of his need. For her.

At the casita he tapped on the front door even though there were no signs she was home. Shit. That meant she was in the office or at the big house. Neither of those options appealed to him since they each involved the possibility of other people being present.
Ah, what the fuck.
Screw all this sneaking around crap. She deserved better from him. Time for him to buck the hell up and act like a man. He only hoped he hadn’t blown it with her completely.