Broken Justice (Justice Brothers)

by Halliday, Suzanne

  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, h
e 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.

  Pulling herself up to sit cross-legged in the middle of the king-size bed, Lacey yawned a few times, pushing the wild hair from around her face and looking more closely at her beautiful sexy knight. Gone was the three-day stubble, worn t-shirt, and old jeans. Today’s Cameron was clean-shaven, his hair groomed, wearing business attire and looking quite serious. In a word he looked, yummy. And very, very hot.

  “Hey! Do I know you, sir?” she squeaked dramatically, clutching a tiny corner of the sheet to her throat. “What did you do with cowboy Cameron?” she teased. “Seriously, what’s the deal? Is it formal Thursday and I didn’t know?”

  He liked the way her voice sounded kind of rocky and even sexier, if that was possible, first thing in the morning. She was priceless and he snorted at her wiseass remarks. Cowboy Cameron? Hey, he liked that.

  Groaning in mock frustration, he gestured at his dress for the day. “Ah, yes. Well, business is on the schedule. We’ll be stopping at a military base in Oklahoma for a scheduled meeting. Boring round-table, lots of talking. Sorry but duty calls.”

  Something flashed across her face but it was gone so quick he didn’t have a chance to register what it was. But Ponytail was suddenly tense and looking a bit stern.

  “Hey, hey,” he murmured, stepping into her personal space. “What’s the frowny face for? It’s really NBD. You’ll hang out in the family area because of security, but you’ll be fine. There are always loads of people and liaison volunteers there. Guaranteed you’ll have a better time than I will.”

  At the mention of Oklahoma, Lacey had fallen silent. Oklahoma. Wow. There was a place she never thought she’d be ever again. She’d lived in Oklahoma before her dad did his flit and abandoned her. Memories from the past came flooding in. What she remembered of her father was muddied by age. She’d been so young when they’d lived together. He was never around and she practically raised herself. She remembered that he smelled of cigarettes and Lava soap, had a moustache and a beer gut. He watched Mickey Mouse cartoons and made gallons of sweet iced tea that he kept in big jugs in the refrigerator. That was basically the sum total of what she could recall of her time with him.

  There were snippets of being in grade school and riding in his work truck crammed full of tools and empty fast food drink cups. And shadowy memories of a time when he laughed and seemed happy, impressions from before they lost her mother. Beyond that her mind was blank where he was concerned. She hadn’t blamed him for not visiting, after all Alaska wasn’t exactly around the corner from south Florida but she did feel a bitterness deep in her heart that he’d just walked away without a second’s glance.

  Seeing Cameron looking so hot and drop dead sexy in the stark white shirt and dark slacks staggered her with self-doubt. She was little more than a kid and here she was with this serious-looking businessman.

  Cam was surprised when she tried suggesting that she wait for him in the truck, out of the way, while he went about his business. But he would have none of that.

  “No. You’re not hiding - you’re with me. Don’t get all worked up.” A light bulb went off in his head that he thanked his lucky stars for when he told her, “Wear that pretty little sundress you picked up. Give you a chance to show off those strappy sandals I know you’ve been dying to wear.”

  The clouds in her demeanor seemed to lift and vanish after that, as they got busy with morning tasks before heading down to the breakfast buffet. Cam wasn’t sure what that had been all about but he knew keeping things light and her moving forward was the easiest way to overcome whatever had appeared to dim her outlook.

  By the time they got on the road about an hour later, Lacey was still quiet but not nearly as tense as she had been. Cameron tried filling in the silence with idle chit-chat about current events but she didn’t want to talk. Finally, he found a classic rock station on the satellite radio and they listened to that as the scenery sped by.

  Fact was, the mere mention of Oklahoma had triggered a tidal wave of emotional baggage to crash down upon her. The only thing keeping her calmly in the seat was the solid presence of the guy sitting beside her. He made her feel safe. When he looked at her with those hypnotic green eyes, she felt bravery and courage feed into her system, drip by drip, as his gaze bored into her soul. It was unnerving and exciting at the same time.

  With her breath caught in her throat and the thump, thump, thumping of her heart, Lacey was reminded that her thoughts were wandering. Glancing his way, she got lost in his masculine profile, feeling small and fragile next to his large frame. From her side of the front seat it seemed he took up much of the space in the truck’s cab with his impressive height, impossibly broad shoulders, and muscled thighs. The dark shaggy hair she was used to seeing was styled away from his face giving her a clear view of Cameron’s sculpted cheekbones and perfect nose atop a pair of lips that should be declared illegal. It never failed to astonish her how readily she quickened whenever he was near.

  Unable to look away, she noticed his hands where they gripped the steering wheel. Just like the rest of him, they were huge. His fingers were long and tapered, strong and sturdy, but not clumsy. Physically, he was controlled and showed an economy of movement. He wasn’t all over the place, restless and edgy. That rock steadiness showed in his grasp and made her think about what it would feel like to have those big hands touch her. Explore her intimate places, learn her female secrets. The thought made heat rush up her back while a fine shudder shook he
r body.

  Lacey was developing powerful feelings for him. What started off as a wayward thought about his presence making her feel safe hadn’t taken long to detour into much more intimate territory. Yeah, he made her feel safe. And he made her feel all flushed and sparkly inside. She quickly bit off the gurgle of laughter that nearly burst from her throat at the notion. She added a silent snort of disbelief at her own naïveté. The sparkly feeling was commonly referred to as sexual arousal. Lord, but she was out of her depth with him. He was, after all, trying to play nice and while she should be grateful for that, she didn’t feel like being sensible.

  A water tower in the distance caught her attention as it grew larger as they zoomed down the highway. Getting closer Lacey spied some sort of military insignia and the name of a base on the tower and realized they must be approaching their mid-day destination. Shutting down brooding memories and an inconvenient attraction to her travelling companion, she pulled it together and turned her attention toward the nerve-wracking thought of going out in public with Cameron. She hoped that she didn’t do or say anything to embarrass him. He appeared so mature and serious in his business attire and it sort of freaked her out.

  Checking out for the hundredth time what she was wearing, she tried seeing herself through a stranger’s eyes. With her hair in a loose ponytail, she’d added two simple white enamel clips above each ear that lent a bit of shine since she didn’t have any jewelry to accessorize with. Her simple summery dress had short sleeves, a scoop neckline and a fluttery hem that stopped well north of her knees. With its breezy fabric of tiny pink flowers, the dress felt deliciously feminine. As Cameron suggested, she added the strappy sandals that made her walk with a suggestive sway that caught Lacey off-guard. In fact, she was pretty sure those swinging hips caught her dark knight by surprise too, if the way his eyes had burned off the top of layer of her skin when she walked to the truck had been any indication.