Loving Justice (El Camino Real Book 2) (22 page)

While he gave her what she asked for, sucking and eating at her breasts, first one and then the other, he put his hand to her pussy and began to ready it for him. Using three fingers, he dredged from the back to the front, spreading her cream, swirling her clit. Then he pushed two of them deep inside of her and finger-fucked her until she was whimpering, closing her legs tightly around his hand and trying to ride him. “Now, now, please.” She framed his face. “Love me, Justice.”

If Charlee hadn’t been so desperate, she would have bitten her tongue. Justice didn’t seem to notice her consternation.

Holding her steady with his big hands, he probed her tender, silky folds with his hard cock. Flexing his hips, short, shallow thrusts, he attempted to push his way inside. Always, always, he had to work for it, and damn it was worth it. She was exquisitely tight, hot, wet, and he groaned when he finally slid in.   

“Look at me,” she whispered. “Let me see those beautiful blue eyes.”

Looking down, he beheld her beauty. She was flushed, that suckable lower lip between her teeth—and
fuck
, if she wasn’t milking her own nipples. “I love to love you.”

Charlee gave him an angelic smile. “I know.”

“Oh, really.” Justice snorted as he hammered in and out of her, her channel so snug the friction was sinful. “Sound pretty sure of yourself, Charlee.”

She held his eyes and tightened on him, released and tightened again.

“Hell, baby, do it again.”

Charlee did, clutching his forearms and clenching her pussy around his cock in an internal massage that took his breath away. “Feels so good,” she moaned, rising up to find his mouth, kissing him with wild abandon. Sometimes Justice couldn’t fathom how responsive she was. Anything he did, anything he wanted to do—she was right with him, she always had been.

Beneath him, her body grew taut, she dug her nails in his back and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’ll never get enough of you, never. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good.”

Did women know what words like that did to a man? Maybe so, but Charlee’s outburst wasn’t staged. She was real, she wanted him, and he was ready to deliver. “Hold on tight.” Plunging back in, he gave her what she needed. Pumping, stroking, thrusting, he made love to her as she writhed in ecstasy. Her breathless little pants tickled his skin. She was close. Justice needed her to cum first, and he needed her to come now. “Give it to me, Charlee. I need to hear you cum.” Intent on pleasing her, he drug his cock in and out of her sensitive canal.

Charlee held on as he sawed in and out of her. Pure ecstasy ripped through her body. When he slipped his hand down and fingered her clit, she came unglued. Delicious pressure built until it exploded in wave after wave of rapture and still he slid in and out of her with deep merciless strokes. “Justice!  

His own climax rose inside of him, boiling over. Justice cried out, shouting, pushing deep and holding it there. The pleasure was so perfect he never wanted it to end.

Rolling over, he pulled her with him until she lay on top, her body glowing with the sheen of perspiration. “I keep expecting to wake up and find this is one of those dreams I used to have.”

“If this is a dream, I think we’re both having it.” He ran his fingers down her arm, unable to keep his hands off her. She looked up to meet his eyes. Unlike the day he’d seen her at the stop light, they were full of trust and contentment. The realization that he’d succeeded in making her happy hit him like a ton of bricks. “You don’t ever have to worry, Charlee. I promise I’ll never hurt you again.”

His promise was a balm to her soul. Until she remembered…damn, they’d forgotten a condom again. Oh, well, as bad as she hated storms, lightning didn’t strike in the same place twice. Did it?

“Married? You’re married?”

Charlee opened one eye, trying to determine why Justice was so upset and who was married. All she knew was, it wasn’t her. And she’d give her eyeteeth and everything she’d ever own to be Mrs. Justice King.

“Well, of course she’s welcome, Shiloh.” She watched Justice pace at the end of the bed. As far as she could gather, Shiloh was married, and Justice wasn’t happy about it. “This is Faith you married, right?”

Apparently Shiloh didn’t like his comment because Justice held the phone out about a foot from his ear.

Charlee would’ve thought it was funny, but she could see that Justice was truly upset. He was the older brother, the protector, the one who would walk through fire for his family.

“Fine. Drive safely and we’ll see you in a few days.” He closed his eyes. “Yes, both of you.” He disconnected the phone call and tossed the cell across the room.

Charlee didn’t say anything, she waited quietly for him to notice she was awake. When he did, his face softened. “Morning.”

“I notice you left off the word ‘good’.” She sat up, holding the sheet up over her breasts.

“My little brother has just made the mistake of his life.”

“He got married.”

“Yes,” Justice said emphatically. “He needed a wife like he needed a hole in the head.”

“Wives are trouble.” She offered helpfully.

“Yes,” he agreed, then realized he had stepped into a pile of manure. “Shiloh is too young. He hasn’t known this woman very long.”

Charlee wasn’t about to get involved in a volatile family discussion. She wasn’t family, and she certainly didn’t want to hear any more about Justice’s objections to marriage. Her feelings were stinging now. “I gotta go to the restroom.” Rising to her feet, she walked regally by him, dragging the sheet with her. As she passed him, he stepped on the end of it and by the time she got to the end of the rug, she was naked.

“Oops.”

“Hey!” Before she knew which way was up, he snagged her around the waist, picked her up and was blowing raspberries on her belly.

“Put me down!” She squealed, but then dissolved into a fit of giggles as he continued to tease her.

He let her slide down his body, their mouths joined, tongues mating. When he had her kissed into submission, he wrapped the sheet back around her. “You take it easy. I’m going to go check on the road work, get a load of stock ready to send to a rodeo in Idaho and try to sort out what Shiloh is up to.”

“Take it easy on him, Justice. He wouldn’t have done this lightly.” That was all Charlee intended to say on the matter.

“I know.” He tapped her on the end of the nose. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” She watched him go, wondering exactly where they stood.

Not too long after she was dressed for the day, her phone rang. Abby had already been up with a cup of coffee and an invitation to go to town. Charlee was ready, she wanted to go by the clinic and talk her father into giving her a prescription for birth control.

She’d rather eat razor blades, but she wanted the pills. Her period was due any day and she knew they were playing with fire.

“Ready?” Abby came to her door, leaning on the jamb, wearing a cute turtleneck with a western vest. “I have one more week off before I start back to work, so I’m taking advantage of every minute.”

“Yes, I am ready.” She joined Justice’s sister in the hall. As they moved down it, Abby studied a few of the family portraits. There was one of her and Justice posed on top of a tractor. “You’re a veterinarian, your job is fun and rewarding.”

“I can’t argue with that. Did you hear that Shiloh got married?” Abby asked in amazement as they headed down the stairs.

“Yea, I heard the phone call. What do you make of it?” Charlee slipped on the coat she’d hung by the front door.

“Shiloh is quiet, deep, he’s hard to read. This woman must be extra special. He does nothing lightly.” Abby’s voice reflected her love for her brother.

“I wish him well.”

“It’s going to be wild around here, no doubt about that.” Abby winked at her. “When are you two getting married?”

They walked out the door and toward Abby’s truck. The ground was still muddy and they could see Justice and several others standing by a trailer full of cattle. “We’re gone!” Abby yelled.

“Be careful, you two together are lethal!” Justice called, waving at her. “Be sweet, Charlee. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Charlee was glad for the respite, maybe Abby would forget she asked. No luck.

“So, has he proposed?”

She took a deep breath. “No, he hasn’t.”

Abby was surprised. “Really? Well, you do it. This is frickin’ 2015, women can take the bull by the horns these days.”

Charlee shook her head. “No way. I could never do it.”

Abby knew their history, and she understood. “Don’t worry, he loves you. He’s probably just waiting for the right time.”

*  *  *

“Are you sure you want to make this run again, Jase? We can send one of the men.” Justice watched Jase’s face carefully.

“No, I want to go.” Jase was emphatic. “The long miles give me time to think, I’m considering making a change.”

“What kind of change?” He didn’t think he could handle any more bad news. Shiloh had thrown him for a loop. “And realize, I’m old. I could have a bad heart for all you know.”

Jase slapped his brother on his back. “You’re a rock. No, I think you’ll approve. I’m thinking about buying a recording studio and making music.”

“No shit!” Justice didn’t know what to say. “What do you know about the music business?”

“I know what I like.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I heard a girl sing at a bar up in Dallas a few days ago. To say she inspired me is putting it mildly.”

Justice put one hand on his hip and held on to the trailer for support. “You’re thinking about buying a recording studio because a woman caught your eye?”

“That about sums it up.” Jase was enjoying his brother’s frustration. “I have the money and you only live once. At least I don’t have to pay alimony.”

Justice threw his hands up and started to walk off. “My whole family is nuts.”

“Where are you off to?”

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. I’m off to buy a wedding ring.”

Justice was secretly smiling. He was expected to be a hard ass, and he certainly didn’t want to disappoint anyone. Truthfully, he was relieved to see both Jase and Shiloh fight for their happiness. Which was exactly what he intended to do. He’d known what Charlee was thinking this morning. He could’ve put her out of her misery and proposed, but he had a plan. A good plan. And today was the first step.

*  *  *

“I won’t be long in there. If you’ll be back after me in fifteen minutes, I’ll be ready.” They were sitting in front of the clinic. Charlee would rather be at the dentist, and she hated dentists.

Abby held up a package. “That sounds like just enough time to buy a pair of shoes to match this dress. Do you want me to find you a sexy pair of boots to go with that little leather ensemble?”

Charlee blushed. She couldn’t believe she’d actually bought the white Native American inspired outfit Abby had told her about. “I have a pair of boots that will do.”

“Oh, you don’t want boots that will do, you want a sexy pair that will make Justice’s eyes pop out.”

“Okay, okay, I trust you. I wear a size 7, if you see something you like, pick them up for me.” She handed Abby a hundred dollar bill.

“No.” Abby pushed the money back. “These will be on me. That way I can take credit for your nuptials and call upon you to babysit anytime I need to.”

“Babysit?” Charlee was stunned. “You’re pregnant?”

“No.” Abby shook her head. “I don’t think I can get pregnant, but we are looking into adoption agencies.”

“I’m sorry.” Charlee wondered if it had anything to do with the fire. The whole topic of adoption unnerved Charlee a bit. “Be careful, check out the agency. Don’t just go through a lawyer or you might run into an unscrupulous one like Pete Sheldon.”

Abby hugged her. “I know. We won’t. And I’m so sorry that happened to you…but if it hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here with Justice, so you can’t regret it. Can you?”

Charlee sighed. “No, I can’t. Sometimes the old saying’s true…all things work together for good.” She opened the door. “See you in a bit.” As Abby drove off, Charlee squared her shoulders and went in to see her father.

When she entered the clinic, she was met by an older lady. Charlee didn’t know her. “I’d like to see Dr. Parker.”

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked tightly. “He’s busy.”

“Okay, I’ll make it quick. Would you tell him his daughter is here?” The words almost stuck in her throat.

“Daughter?” The receptionist stared at her. “You’re Charlee Parker?”

“Cha’risa Cortez, actually.” She held out her hand. “And you are?”

“Stella Monroe. Your father’s girlfriend.”

Charlee almost bit her tongue. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you. Could you ask if he’d see me now?” As Stella walked off, Charlee hid a smile.

In a few moments, she was motioning for Charlee to come back. Walking down the hall, Charlee relived the last time she’d been in this room. The day she’d left Bronco. When she stepped into her father’s office, he looked rather small behind his desk. “I was about to call you, Charlee.”

“Really?” She sat down, curious. “What about?”

“Well, you first. What’s the reason for your visit?” He opened a folder in front of him and stared down at a report.

Charlee wondered at the strange look on his face. Was he upset that she’d met Stella? He had to know that what he did in his private life was certainly none of her concern. “I stopped by to see if you’d write me a prescription for birth control pills,” she said the words in a rush.

Her father cleared his throat and sat back in his chair, a bland look on his face. “I’m sorry, but that’s not going to be possible.”

What? “Why? I can go to another doctor easy enough, but why won’t you do this for me? Some misplaced sense of morality?”

Doc Parker shook his head. “No, that’s not the reason.”

“Then do this for me. Please.”

“I can’t, you’re already pregnant,” he stated flatly. “I did a blood test while you were in the hospital, at your boyfriend’s request.”

For a second or two, Charlee didn’t comprehend what he said. She was pregnant again? He’d done the test at Justice’s request? Justice was concerned she might be pregnant, yet said nothing to her. The events of eight years ago and today intermingled, and she became dizzy. And when she did, another sinkhole opened up, and Charlee tumbled in.

She fainted.

When she came to, Stella was holding a glass of water, and Curtiss was fanning her. He got her up on the table and checked her heart rate. “We need to do an exam, I want to do an ultrasound and get you a prescription for prenatal vitamins.”

Charlee didn’t fight any of it. She was too stunned. Mechanically she did as she was told, until she heard the baby’s heartbeat…then she started to cry. Equal parts of pure joy vied with a terrible sense of anxiousness. She was going to have a baby! Justice’s baby.

“You’re going to be fine, Charlee. Justice King is a good man.”

Yes, he was. He’d understand. He had to understand. After all, she hadn’t become pregnant by herself. “Are you going to call him?” She had to know. “I’d like to be the one to tell him.”

Parker pulled his glasses off. “You’re the only one I would tell unless he brought an injunction for a paternity test.”

“Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. She and her father didn’t have a normal relationship, he didn’t strike her as a doting grandfather. When the examination was over, she paid for an office visit, pocketed the script and went out to meet Abby. By the time she joined her, Charlee was shaking.

“Get what you came for?” Abby asked. She was obviously in a good mood.

“Uh, yea.” Not exactly.

“Great, do you need to go anywhere else?”

Charlee shook her head no. “I’m ready to go back.”

“Look in the box at your feet.” Abby grinned as they headed out of town.

Charlee picked up the white box and removed the lid. Inside, she found a pair of knee high white leather boots. “These are very pretty.”

“Well, don’t sound so excited,” Abby said sarcastically. “What’s wrong? Was your dad an asshole again?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I just found out some unexpected news.” She wouldn’t dare declare her baby to be bad news, no matter what happened.

“What?” Abby pressed.

Charlee picked at her sweater, she was nervous. “I met my father’s new girlfriend. His receptionist.”

Abby bought it. “Oh, I bet that was weird.”

The drive was short, soon they were nearing El Camino. She glanced at Justice’s sister. “Will you take me by the ranch offices? I need to talk to Justice.”