Always (Family Justice Book 1) (49 page)

Cameron did what any sane man with a lick of sense would do in that situation. He grabbed her ponytail and used it to gain control. She welcomed his handling, opened wide, and let him fuck her mouth.

Watching as she swallowed his dick over and over was nothing compared to the deep pleasure Cam felt when his beautiful, ladylike wife began moaning and rolling her head. He might be controlling the strokes, but she was clearly very turned on, adding her drooling imprint all over the sucking part of things.

He released the ponytail and cupped her face in both hands—his thumbs resting on her throat. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, knowing full well what he wanted.

With a deliberate slowness, he pushed his hard cock into her mouth, across her tongue to the back of her mouth—hesitated then eased forward more until his staff nudged further. With his fingers placed just so, he was able to feel his dick invading her throat. The move was hotter than fucking hell.

After a few more of those devastating strokes, Lacey moaned deeply, her eyes looking dazed. Saliva was running down her chin, her soft hands were resting softly on his thighs. She was completely relaxed and lost in the moment, giving herself over completely to his desires.

God. She looked so beautiful down on her knees. Naked breasts, swollen with food for his son, swaying with her movements. A thin trail of moisture had made its way down her chin and onto her chest. Her hands, limp and trusting on his skin as her succulent lips stretched around his thickness. He loved her so completely that he couldn’t imagine a time when she wasn’t part of him.

“Lacey,” he growled as the desire began to tear him apart. “Look at me, love. Let me see your beautiful eyes.”

She continued to devour him with her hot, greedy mouth while looking at him with a sensuality that staggered him.

“Are you ready, love? May I come in your beautiful mouth?”

She blinked at him and moaned all along the length of his throbbing cock, encouraging his thrusts.

He lost it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, wife—you may want to hold on ‘cause I can’t be gentle this time.”

By the time Dylan woke up, he’d enjoyed his most decadently delicious and satisfying second course, and Cam was a happy, smiling man. Thanksgiving with the family? Bring it on.

“WHO HASN’T ARRIVED YET?” MEGHAN asked Carmen while the frown on her face deepened.

“Just M
ee
ster Dane,” Carmen replied with her familiar Spanish accent. “He’s the one taking care of the surprise, but he should be here any minute.”

“Well, he better hurry the hell up. I’m running out of hors d’oeuvres, and we have a schedule to keep.”

The kindly older housekeeper just chuckled and shook her head. “M
ee
z Meghan, relax. This crew?” she said nodded her head at the bulk of Family Justice where they mingled around the huge family room. “They’d eat a palace out of all its food if you let them loose.”

Meghan smiled. She wasn’t kidding.
I mean, cripes!
When they all gathered together, the amount of food needed to feed fifteen men and women was staggering. It’d only get worse as more and more kids came along.

“You go find the Major and do that kissy huggy thing you two do so well. Enjoy your guests. Let me and Ria handle it from here. Besides,” she snickered, “the fun’s about to begin.”

Heavens. She was right. “Is everything ready?” she asked.

Carmen chuckled and made a wry face. “Ready as we’ll ever be. Go on now. Have fun.”

She hugged the woman Alex trusted to run his beautiful Villa. Carmen was one in a million. Bussing her noisily on the cheek with a big laugh she told her, “What would I do without you?”

After another grateful, loving look, she squeezed the housekeeper’s hand once then went to join her fiancé. Alex was in the midst of a group, as he always was. As she approached, she heard him explaining in the most minute-detail how the construction of the yoga studio she’d wheedled out of him was going to go.

Drae laughed and bent over to kiss Tori on the lips with a loud smack. “Well, thank God I’m going to be a bit busy with other things while this insanity unfolds.”

“Hey now,” she chirped as she joined them. “Don’t you be casting a dark eye on my yoga palace!”

“Oh, I’m not, believe me, Irish. My lady love informs me that a yoga retreat will keep you ladies happy and out of our hair,” he sniggered. “I’m just glad I don’t have to lend any muscle. Let the crew handle it.” For good measure, resulting in a heaping dose of sarcastic, unsympathetic moans from his audience, Drae massaged his ribs recently bruised ribs.

“How’re you feeling, little mama?” Meghan asked Tori. A sense of happiness warmed her when she saw Tori reach for her husband’s hand. Those two were so meant for each other.

“I’m good. Really good,” she added, looking up at Drae, who was smiling down at her. “Although it’s a little quiet on Broadway tonight.” Tori rubbed her pregnant belly and chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Turning to Ben and Gus, who had been involved in the discussion about the studio, she smiled and asked, “You two won’t be mad at me if I let your ladies run things just for tonight, will you?” Meghan noted with satisfaction that Gus reddened at the suggestion that Carmen was his lady.

“Ah, hell,” Ben chuckled. “I’m used to it. And for the record, Meghan, she’d run things anyway and happily tell you to get lost if you tried to stop her. It’s my charming wife’s way of not having to put up with me! Just stay busy in the kitchen.”

A steady round of good-natured guffaws split the air. Ria and Ben were the comedy relief at times. She definitely ran things at home but played the downtrodden woman role to the comic delight of them all. It was true that she took over almost anything that involved a meal, a party, or a quiet get-together. It was her thing.

Meghan heard a deep voice behind her and turned around to find Calder standing at her shoulder. “Sorry, I’m late. There was a slight delay.”

He kissed her on the cheek, shook Alex’s hand, said, “Happy Thanksgiving, man,” then turned and shook Ben and Gus’s hands as well. Once the pleasantries were out of the way, she asked, “Everything alright?”

“Right as rain, Red. Don’t you worry. Enjoy the evening, okay?”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “It’s so nerve-wracking.”

“It’s gonna be fine. Look, I have to say hello to everyone else. You hang in there and stay close to Alex. I know how much he looked forward to everyone being here together and to have you at his side.”

“Damn but you’re a smooth talker,” she giggled.

“Runs in the family,” he deadpanned a second before making a beeline to where Stephanie sat with Dylan in her arms. Brody, Cam, and Lacey gathered round.

She slipped her arm around Alex’s waist and felt him do the same only his hand ended up possessively caressing her ass. They both watched silently as Calder greeted Cam. Then he gave Lacey a quick peck on the check, obviously made some gentlemanly comment about her outfit, and then turned to Brody with a big smile. They did a bro-tap and a side hug that needed to be set to music and posted on YouTube. Which left only Stephanie.

Meghan felt her Major’s hand tense up on her ass. His reaction was not a surprise because she was actually holding her breath. Calder bent over and looked closely at the snuggling baby, and said something that brought a smile to Stephanie’s face. Then calmly and in full view of them all, for they were
all
watching, kissed Tori’s mother full on the mouth in a way that left little doubt about the direction of their relationship.

Tori gasped. Drae chuckled. Alex palmed her butt. Gus and Ben coughed.

“Okay everyone,” Carmen called from the doorway. “Now that we’re all here, you can start heading into the dining room. Bring your drinks, mis amigos. No hurry!”

“Showtime,” muttered Alex close to Meghan’s ear.

Everyone moved slowly from the family room to the dining room with multiple bathroom stops along the way. Meghan grinned broadly when the massive pocket doors were pushed open and the warm, inviting holiday tableau came into view. It was absolutely stunning and everything she’d hoped it would be.

The Villa’s formal dining room was immense, with a heavy, carved wood table and chairs that easily sat twenty-five situated in the center of the room. This space, more so than any of the others in the main house, maintained its original, heavily Spanish vibe.

On one end of the room sat an enormous fireplace with an ornately carved relief in the marble surround. Heavy iron lighting sconces hung overhead with a magnificent colonial chandelier in the center. And everywhere there was wood—from the rustic, majestic beamed ceiling to the heavy, dark furniture.

It was to this already magnificent room that Meghan let her creative whims fly to create an unforgettable holiday atmosphere for this very special gathering. Down the center of the long table was a stunning continuous floral piece with vines covered in fall leaves that curled high and low. There were shiny apples, mini pumpkins, pomegranates, and decorative squash plants littered through the entire length. Several tall dessert stands with unique domed lids were set at intervals filled with autumn displays. Here and there were scattered a dozen or more iron hurricanes lit with thick brown candles which made the tablescape glow and dance in the flickering lights. Visually, it was a masterpiece. Warm, colorful, inviting, memorable.

When she heard the appreciative murmurs and gasps of her guests, Meghan was filled with delight. Alex even squeezed her ass and whispered, “Bravo, baby.”

“Oh, my heavens,” Stephanie quipped in her adorably exaggerated Southern drawl. “This is incredible, Meghan! Ohhh gurl, it’s on like Donkey Kong now,
shugah
. Imma’ have to challenge you to a Party Planner Face-Off. I do events for a living, darlin’, and this…well— this is really something.”

“AFTER YOU, MRS. ST. JOHN,” Drae said with a bow. Tori gigglesnorted and swatted him on the arm as she chugged by. He looked positively drool-worthy tonight. There was something about this man when he was suited up that made her swoon.
Hell, I must look like a grinning idiot to anyone watching
, she thought with half a smirk. At some point, he’d tug on his cuffs and shoot her a wink, and before anyone knew it, she’d be giggling like a schoolgirl.

Ever the gentleman, he pulled out the ornately carved chair with the distinctive curved, Spanish style backs and offered his hand to help her get seated. “You look very pretty tonight, honey,” he whispered as she sat.

Tori lit up like the Carnegie Hall stage at his compliment. It wasn’t easy finding stylish, comfortable maternity clothes, but she’d totally lucked out with a champagne-colored dress. It had a low bodice supported by wide straps that gently gathered beneath her bust then cascaded in an abundance of swirls over her belly. She added a delicate lace bolero to give it a more dressed-up vibe and a cute pair of dress peep toe flats with silver and pearl embellishments that complimented the color of her outfit.

They sat, as they always did, at Alex’s right hand. That was where Draegyn would forever be—at the man’s side.

Everyone eventually sat down, remarking on the distinctive place settings that Carmen proudly explained were Villa heirlooms. Tori fingered the small, seating tags topped with a piece of autumn-colored ribbon that sat atop the coordinating linens on which Meghan had calligraphed each of their names. Hers read: Victoria St. John with an italicized
Tori
underneath. On the back of the tag was
Family Justice
. She couldn’t help the smile she sent Meghan’s way. Taking the place card, she inconspicuously slipped it into her miniscule bag. It was a keeper. Something for the memory book.

Draegyn and Alex were talking quietly over her head, which was normal. Her husband made sure that she always had the seat next to Alex. It was a loud and proud statement to one and all about the importance of her place in his life. But that didn’t mean her being smack dab between them slowed down their chatter one iota.

Tori glanced around the table as she absently rubbed her belly. What a wonderful gathering. Meghan was directly across from her, where she noted Big Daddy kept her hand firmly in his. She seemed a bit nervous, which was odd for the brilliant redhead. Cameron and Lacey were next to her with Brody and Betty side by side.