Broken Justice (Justice Brothers) (20 page)

Her eyes fluttered closed making him growl low and fierce. “No. Don’t look away. I want to see your eyes when you come. You
are
going to come for me. Just let it happen.” On and on it went as he slammed into her again and again.

“Cameron, I can’t!” she cried. “Oh my God. What’s happening?” she moaned. She didn’t know what to do as the pleasure skyrocketed to a place beyond her comprehension. She felt his hand slide between their joined bodies and move with unerring accuracy to the tight bundle of nerves in her throbbing clitoris.

“Come on baby,” he rasped as his cock filled her completely while his fingers circled her pleasure nub. He groaned loudly when her muscles clenched and fisted around his sex. “That’s right. Fuck me baby.”

Moaning as a powerful release shook her, Lacey could only cling as he continued pounding into her. The climax which had begun as a dull throb had intensified, shattering her into rapturous shards of shimmering light.

With his powerful body pounding relentlessly, he lost his way when her body went rigid and he felt her pussy spasm in ever tightening waves. She cried out his name in a strangled moan as she went up and over in a climax that Cameron felt along every inch of his throbbing cock.

She was magnificent in her ecstasy. The sound of her husky voice crying his name was all he hoped it would be. The flood of superheated moisture drenching his cock when she came was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever felt. A hoarse, triumphant grunt split the air moments later when Cameron felt his climax explode in a lightning bolt of exquisite pleasure that shot from the balls of his feet to the top of his skull as his cock spurted and twitched inside her still churning body.

His thundering orgasm didn’t halt their lusty movements. He continued grinding against her as she moaned and shuddered around his cock. He didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want to leave the sanctuary he’d discovered in her lovely body. Keeping her clasped against him, Cam bit at her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth until she groaned and responded with a flick of her tongue.

Rolling onto his back, he brought her astride his spread thighs with his still firm cock buried deep. She gasped at the swift change in their positions while he nodded, satisfied when he caught the spark of re-ignited arousal in her eyes. Gripping her hips, he showed her how to move on top of him. Showed her how to go after her pleasure and take what she needed. Cam marveled at her glorious breasts as they swayed and shook with each thrust. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she rose up and he felt his hungry cock slide from her wet depths. When she slowly sank down, he shut his eyes, growling low and deep.

Lacey was having an out-of-body experience, she was sure of it. As if the shimmering climax he’d given her wasn’t enough, when he’d rolled onto his back and she’d experienced his impressive cock nudge even deeper into her wetness, she’d lost herself completely. Moving in sensual slow motion she swallowed his sex over and over. His eyes were closed but the strong grip of his fingers on her thrusting hips hadn’t lessened at all. Something snapped inside her while she watched him lose himself in the moment. It was mesmerizing.

Not able to control herself a second longer, she slammed against him, whimpering softly at the wet, slapping sounds coming from their bodies. She was climbing fast toward a completion that was squeezing every drop of sensation from her body. Riding him with a strength and finesse that thrilled her, she grabbed at the sheets beneath them while unleashing a blistering assault on his magnificent body with her clutching inner muscles and grinding hips.

His eyes fluttered open as she flew higher and higher. For a brief moment he remained motionless under her and then all hell broke loose. With a thundering grunt he began bucking wildly into her as her heated response drenched them both. She moaned his name as the world tilted slightly and she fell apart on top of him. That didn’t stop him at all as his thrusts intensified.

When he finally came, his hold kept her firmly against him so she felt the pulsing throbs as his cock exploded deep inside. She was undone, sobbing softly against his neck where she’d collapsed. Her body shaking, Lacey clung to him as the aftershocks from what they had done to each other slowly faded.

When the dream started, Cam lay immobile as the familiar scene unfolded in his mind. Nothing was ever different. It was always the same. Waves of fear followed by anger and then horror played out until at last he struggled awake. Only this time, just as the dream-induced terror took hold, he heard a soft, husky voice call his name.

At first, the sound of his name sounded urgent and desperate until eventually it became a sexy groan that filled up his senses and pushed the dreaded nightmare back into the dark realm of dreams. Relief followed and then awareness. There wasn’t any danger. Everyone was safe. Something was different though. He felt - peaceful. At the sound of that sexy groan calling his name, he’d known a moment of real happiness.

Shifting slightly, the warmth of a body snuggled against him infiltrated his senses. Instantly awake after that, he lay there enjoying the sensation of Lacey sleeping quietly in his arms. Gradually, he recalled in exquisite detail the heart-pounding fucking they had engaged in the previous night. He remembered trying to control her at first while he greedily devoured her innocence. She’d been incredible and surrendered willingly. It didn’t take much to recall the sweet taste of her nipples on his tongue or the way her pussy had wept with arousal when he’d touched her intimately. She’d surprised him though when he’d shown her how to ride him for her own pleasure. The lady was the most naturally sensual creature he’d ever encountered.

Eventually, Cam’s thoughts drifted to the way her voice had vanquished his nightmare.
What the hell was that all about?
Surely he was putting too much emphasis on the importance of what had gone on between them. It was just sex after all. Great sex. Okay, maybe it was the best sex he’d ever had, but the last thing he needed or wanted was this warm all over, fuzzy feeling especially when he should be feeling guilty about sacrificing her virginity on the altar of his carnal needs. The moment when he’d felt the barrier of her innocence had been incredibly intense, surreal and to be honest, cool as shit. Knowing he’d been the first and only man to have her trembling with need as he buried his dick in her body had really affected him. He’d known going in that he shouldn’t mess with her. He wasn’t what she needed. Wasn’t whole enough to even dream about anything more with her, or anyone, but nothing could have stopped what happened.

Fuck
.
What had he done? And why had just the sound of her voice been what saved him from the agony of a nightmare that had followed him for years?
Even while he continued to lay quietly with her warm body in his arms he knew when the day broke he’d have to set about putting some distance between them. Her life was just starting and his, well, his was not a place for sweet, freckle-faced ponytails. He was damaged goods with a darkness in his soul that had broken him a long time ago. Best he clean up this mess before it went any further and the soft, lovely woman in his arms got emotionally involved. No. That wouldn’t do at all.

For her sake he had to end this now even though he suspected that doing so might kill him. He’d do the right thing. Get her settled in Arizona, make sure she had the chance she deserved to get her life on track. He’d have to accept their one incredible night together was all they’d ever have. She deserved someone as special as she was. End of story. Besides, examining his feelings was not going to end well. Men like him didn’t deserve women like Lacey and that’s all there was to it.

Lacey awoke to the sound of a door slamming and instantly jolted upright in the bed. It took all of two seconds for the events of yesterday and last evening to come crashing into her mind.
Good grief.
She slept with Cameron Justice.

Actually,
slept
wasn’t exactly what they’d done. Had wild, hot, wet sex. Yes,
that’s
what they’d done. Glancing down at her naked breasts she saw tiny red marks and remembered the hungry way he’d devoured her flesh. A slight tingling between her legs and a definite soreness there made her think of his huge sex and how he’d hammered into her over and over. Remembering how later she had ridden his magnificent body until she screamed in climax caused a hot blush to shoot across her face. She’d been totally wanton in her response to him.
Yikes
.

The rumpled linens and imprint of a head on the pillow next to hers let her know they’d shared the same bed through the night. But he was nowhere to be seen right now and the slamming door that awakened her must have been him. She may not be an old hand at mornings after, but she knew him well enough to know he was probably having regrets.

Wrapping the sheet around her, Lacey slid from the bed and made for the bathroom. If they were going to get into it, she wanted to be dressed. He’d been warning her off all along and she suspected last night had happened because he’d been chasing away demons.

She let him call all the shots at first. Control seemed to be something he needed and truth was, she rather liked the faintly submissive way she reacted. It had been exciting to be told she was going to come, and when. Even now, just remembering, her core twitched in agreement.

The bright lights of the bathroom told an interesting story as she peered in the mirror. Letting the bed sheet fall away she found a road map across her naked skin of their encounter. Tiny bite marks feathered across her breasts, collarbone and neck while faint pink shadows here and there from his stubble rubbing her skin told of a sexy ravishing that she wasn’t about to let him run away from.
Not when she wanted to do it again.
Right now.

Life has a funny way of smacking you upside the head at the oddest times. A zillion possibilities that hadn’t existed a week ago were now front and center. Her sexy, and very hot, dark knight had crossed some emotional Rubicon last night and given in to the erotic vibe pulsing between them. A shiver of awareness snaked up her spine. Every moment since they met had been moving them toward what happened. She was meant for him and there was no denying it although she was certain he would try.

Men!
Shaking her head at the bemused reflection in the mirror, she set about getting herself together for the day ahead. This was her new life. She’d been visualizing a hopeful change like this for a long time. In just a few days she had grown up pretty quickly even managing to get involved in a spectacular way with a very complicated man. Butterflies were doing acrobatics in her belly but she wasn’t going to be a spectator in her own life. Nope. She would jump in with both feet, all barrels blazing, no matter how scared she was.

“Bring it on world!” she told her reflection.

Falling easily into an old pattern, Cam used physical activity to clear his head. The rhythmic sound of his feet thudding against the ground was like meditation. The longer and harder he ran, the more settled he felt. By the time he’d worked up an intense sweat and felt the burn in his thighs, he was much more in control than when he had escaped from the hotel like a thief in the night.