Always (Family Justice Book 1) (17 page)

He groaned her name softly, questioning what was happening. “Victoria?”

She looked up at him with adoring eyes, his cock stretching her sweet, sweet lips. It was so carnal, so perfectly, perfectly erotic that he let the moment sweep him away. Throwing his head back as his neck arched with the tension of an epic release, he fisted a hand into her hair for an anchor and just let it happen. She sucked, he spurted. She moaned, he grunted. His hips jerked and she swallowed him whole as he came in her throat.

When it was over and he could think again, Drae melted when he looked down at his beautiful wife. He caught the smug look of intense satisfaction on her face as she licked her lips and used her fingers to swipe some stray saliva from the corners.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a sly smile. “May I have another?”

Jesus
. He burst out laughing, scoped the naughty wench he was married to up from the floor and gently lay her back upon the bed. Crawling beside her, he pulled the covers over their naked bodies and cuddled her close. Whatever life threw at them, he knew they could handle it.

LACEY WAS FEELING A LITTLE bit like a spoiled and pampered princess by the time her hunky husband lifted her from the bath, dried her off and carried her gallantly to their bed. They’d had a glass or two of champagne after she’d assured Cameron that she had enough breast milk on hand to satisfy Dylan while she gave the alcohol a chance to leave her system. It had been a delicious treat, one she hadn’t indulged in since their honeymoon.

Relaxed and happy, she’d luxuriated in the attention he was showering her with, lying contented in his arms while he washed and massaged her entire body. The whole bath interlude had been sensual and deliciously sexy.

There was something powerful and deeply satisfying about having the man you love worship every inch of skin, caress and stimulate all those spots that he knew would make her purr. He wouldn’t let her return those caresses, telling her in lusty terms that this was for her. His way of thanking his woman for loving him and giving him the gift of a child.

Two flickering candles set in amber-colored hurricanes that gave the room a romantic glow lighted the bedroom. He’d thought of everything. Even had a tremendous bouquet of pink and white roses delivered that sat on a table by the fireplace and filled the air with their sweet fragrance.

After making sure she was comfortable, propped up by pillows gathered against the headboard, Cameron stepped back and just stared at her. It had been a long time since she’d felt comfortable enough to be naked and feel even slightly sexy with her handsome husband. Tonight, it just felt so right. The expression on his beautiful face told Lacey a thousand stories filled with love and adoration that she knew were mirrored in her eyes.

My God, but she loved this man. He’d changed her life. Given her a future she’d barely hoped to even dream about. By letting her love him and loving her fully in return, she’d found her place in the world. Now, with Dylan—they were a true family. Two lost, lonely kids without families and too messed up to think that happily ever after was an option had somehow found each other, and from that, their lives had been changed forever.

“I love you,” she told him.

He smiled and reached into the nightstand. Curious, she watched as he pulled a long velvet box out and approached the bed.

“I fucking hate the expression ‘push present’. It’s such a crude way of putting things,” he told her solemnly. “I’ve wanted to give you this every day since Dylan was born but the right moment never presented itself.”

Handing her the box, he sat upon the bed next to her and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I think this is the perfect moment, Ponytail.”

Awww
. Lacey’s heart melted when he called her by the special title that was so much a part of who he was. From the moment they’d met, when she’d been a frightened, lost girl wearing hand-me-down thrift shop clothes and pulling her long blond hair into a tight ponytail, that was how he thought of her.

“Cameron,” she whispered as she clutched the velvet box to her chest. “You didn’t have to do this. You’ve already given me the greatest gift I could ever hope for.”

“Dylan?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered as a tear slipped down her cheek. “But even more than our beautiful son—the best gift of all has been your love.”

He reached out and ran a finger down the side of her face, wiping the tear away at the last. “You are more precious to me than you will ever know. Finding you, feeling the way you love me, has been the highlight of my life. Dylan is the product of that love. He is our gift to each other, my darling.”

Lacey put a hand on her husband’s neck and pulled his sexy mouth onto hers, telling him with her lips what her words were inadequate to convey.

“Open,” he murmured when he pulled away.

She didn’t rush. The occasion was too perfect to spoil with haste. Lacey wanted to remember this moment forever so she committed it all to memory. Cameron’s smile. The way his eyes told her of his love. How the velvet case felt in her hands. She even memorized how the flickering candlelight made shadows dance upon her naked flesh.

Slowly cracking open the lid, she gasped when she saw the necklace laid out along a bed of white velvet. A gold heart imbedded with a brilliant heart-shaped sapphire twinkled at her in the candlelight. It was so simple and yet so beautiful, that it stole her breath.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed as emotion clogged her throat. Looking at her husband with stunned eyes, she croaked, “Cameron,” and then shook her head in disbelief.

“Turn it over,” he told her.

With trembling fingers, Lacey flipped the heart and saw that he’d had the word
‘Beloved’
engraved on the back where it would rest against her skin. She couldn’t speak. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell like rain drops down her cheeks.

He took the box from her hands and removed the necklace. She leaned forward so he could drape it around her neck. As he secured the clasp, she fingered the heart lovingly and sniffled uncontrollably.

“My beloved,” he said in a voice breaking with emotion. “The big heart is you and the smaller sapphire heart is for Dylan. It’s his birthstone.”

That last broke her completely. With snot literally pouring out of her nose as the tears continued to fall, she muttered a pithy, “Shit,” then giggled when Cameron looked startled. She so rarely cursed that when she did it always got a reaction from him.

“I need a tissue,” she chuckled as she swiped desperately at her face, hoping to repair whatever damage her emotional response had caused.

Chuckling, he grabbed a whole box off the nightstand and handed it to her.

“Oh, I must look a mess now, “ she moaned as she grabbed a handful of tissues and tried to mop up.

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “Happy tears on your face are the most beautiful thing in the world. Next to your pretty smile.”

Wiping away the tears and blowing her nose with an unladylike honk, she tossed the tissues away and growled, “That does it!” then launched full force into Cameron’s arms.

Pushing him onto his back, she leaped on him like he was a bucking bronco and started wildly kissing his face. Took him but a second to catch up and before she knew it, they were rolling on the bed, her limbs entwined with his, as a voracious, deep, wet kiss swept them away.

It had been so long since he’d made love to her that Lacey went a little crazy. She frantically dug her nails into his flesh, scoring his back as he pinned her to the mattress with the weight and size of his body while their tongues swirled and danced.

Cameron took her hands and pressed them on the bed up near her head with his palms flat against hers and their fingers intertwined. Kissing her face, he moved to her neck and paid special attention to that spot near her shoulder that he knew would have her whimpering and writhing uncontrollably in seconds.

Her core tightened unbearably and pulsed with need. She needed him inside her to ease the building ache. He’d grinned like an idiot at her in the bath discovering that her sex was completely bare. Having been shaved before Dylan’s birth, she decided rather wickedly, to keep the look for now. It felt sexy and decadent when she rubbed her naked mound against his manly cock and before she knew it, Lacey felt warmth flood her center.

“Now, Cameron,” she whimpered. “Can’t. Wait.” She told him between gasps as he kissed, licked, and nipped a line from her neck to her aching, heaving breasts while holding her hands tight.

He stopped and looked at her, lust and love shining equally in his eyes. All he had to do was shift his hips, just a little bit, and he’d be at her entrance. She didn’t wait for him to move. Taking the initiative, Lacey shimmied and wiggled until the plump head of his hardness teased her opening. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gloried in his moan when her movements caused his staff to become slick with her wetness.

They each reacted to the provocation. He eased back then slid into her while she canted her hips and took him deep. Their mutual groans filled the air.
God, she’d missed him so much.
Missed feeling him take her, knowing that he couldn’t hold back even though he tried.

“Is this okay?” he growled.

She understood his hesitation, but they’d waited long enough after Dylan’s birth, and she was more than ready.

Bucking into him, she gasped, “Yes, yes,” and ground against him when he held still. Her body clutched his where they were joined in frantic, fierce pulses that drove them both wild. Lacey shuddered, desperate for more.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait,” he moaned as his hips began flexing and his thrusts became more and more determined. It felt so damn good, the way he moved and how it made her body quiver.

“Now Cameron,” she cried in a husky, urgent voice. “Do it now!”

He stroked aggressively, sinking deep with each forward plunge then pulling almost all of the way out before thundering into her again and again. Lacey’s chin quivered and her back arched with each thrust. It was transcendent. She was made for him and he for her.

“My beloved,” he groaned. “Come for me, Ponytail. Come on my cock, baby.”

And she did. Whimpering softly and thrashing her head back and forth as he squeezed her fingers where their hands were connected, Lacey convulsed wildly as a flood of hot fluid anointed their bodies where they were joined.

Her body milked his staff so strongly that she moaned desperately, overcome with sensation. Cameron hammered away for a few more seconds then tensed and shook as an orgasm overtook him. Pumping frantically to the last, he emptied into her with a shuddering groan.

Lacey had never felt more complete in all her life.

“DAMN, I LIKE THIS LIMO,” Tori murmured while stroking the soft leather upholstery. “A person could get up to all kinds of trouble in this car!”

Cam chuckled and grabbed for Lacey’s hand, hauling her closer on the wide bench seat that faced the rear of the car. The look he gave his wife suggested he was having a similar thought.

“Irish has impeccable taste,” Tori added with a giggle. Turning slightly, she smacked Draegyn on the thigh and teased, “Better book us a looooong trip into Sedona after the baby comes.”

Her husband laughed and shook his head, rolling his eyes at what the audacious demand suggested. “Behave woman,” he drawled. Nodding toward Cam and Lacey he added, “I think we’ll all be taking turns christening this new toy in our own ways, right guys? Poor Ben,” he snickered. “I hear he’s keeping a scorecard of how often Dad raises the partition.”

The four roared with laughter at the realization that Alex and Meghan were more or less turning the new car into their personal sexy-times ride.

They were on their way to the airport to drop Cam and Draegyn off for the assignment in Chicago—something Tori still wasn’t happy about. But after the way her seriously sexy husband had seen to her needs last evening, she was blissfully content.

Pregnancy hormones were messing with her temperament. Poor Draegyn. After a couple of tense weeks during which she’d imagined all sorts of scenarios that crushed her spirit and tested her in ways she’d never dreamed of, he’d been unraveling right in front of her eyes and having his own inner turmoil. His stoic attempts to shield her from his lascivious desires only made things worse. Last night though, he’d crumbled pretty damn fast once she took the upper hand.