Justice Falling Page 16

  “Nate! Oh God, Nate!” she practically screamed her release. Her juices trickled down her thighs and I lapped up every last drop, pressing my tongue deep where her nectar was strongest. Her body tightened again as another orgasm took my sweet Camille into orbit. This one shocked her so much she flung her body back and slammed her head against the cupboard.

  I pulled away from her delicious cunt and brought a hand behind her head. “Shite, Precious. Be careful,” I scolded, putting my forehead against hers.

  She was dazed and unaffected by how hard she hit her head but she’d likely feel it tomorrow. I licked my lips, still tasting her sweet honey on my tongue. My dick hardened even further at her taste. More. I needed so much more.

  “Be careful? How can I?” She took a jagged breath. “How can I when you’re doing that?” Then something changed and she pulled her head away from mine, realizing where she was. “Oh my God. We can’t do this here. Out in the open. Tanner could walk in.” She placed a trembling hand over her lips, her eyes wild.

  In moments faced with an extreme case of blue balls, you’re capable of giant leaps in logic and improvisation. I hauled her body against mine. Her legs locked behind my lower back as I walked her right into my pantry. I couldn’t take her to bed. We’d have to walk past Tanner’s room. Tanner’s room? Fuck, I was so gone for this woman and her kid.

  Turning abruptly, I pushed her against the door of the panty. The thick gnarled wood was hard and unrelenting. It was also solid fucking wood, a good inch thick that would muffle, if not obliterate, any noise. “Hold on tight, Precious. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” I grinned lifting her arse with one arm. She held onto my shoulders and squeezed her toned thighs against my ribs as I got my jeans unbuttoned and boxers pushed down enough to let out my cock. I was far too eager to sample her heat.

  I kissed her hard, fast and deep, then took her body the same way. She cried out at the striking penetration. “Fuck, you’re so,” I gritted my teeth. “So bloody tight.” I accentuated my words with a hard thrust. Her eyes closed.

  “Eyes, Camille. Give them to me. I want everything you have. When I’m inside you, I want everything you are right there with me.”

  Chapter 13

  His words held me against the pantry door as easily as his strong arms did. He didn’t realize how much he seduced me with only a few simple directives. I was so far gone for this man I no longer knew which way was up, down, sideways, backwards, forward. All I could do was feel. When Nate was inside me, joined in the most intimate way possible for a man and a woman, nothing else existed.

  His rock hard length pressed deep into me. The wide knob of his cock dragged along hyper-sensitive tissue, sending spikes of pleasure to every pore. I clung to my man as he slid his arms up my back to cup each shoulder with his palms. With this new leverage he plowed into me, bringing his hands down hard on my shoulders and jack-knifing his hips up, going impossibly deep.

  “Christ, Camille. You’re never bloody running from me again.” Nate took my lips in a brutal kiss. I loved it. I loved the way he got possessive, accentuating his words with deep thrusts that sent me higher and higher, ready to take the plunge. I kissed him back. As hard as he gave, I gave in return. “Promise me,” he said on a particularly hard drive into my core.

  “Oh God, I’m going to…again!” My back arched as if a hot poker pressed into my lower spine and jolted me to move. The feelings were so strong. The way Nate built me up, smoothed his hands up and down my body, caressed, squeezed, manipulated--owned every response until my body gave him exactly what he wanted at his command surprised me.

  “Promise me you’ll be mine!” he roared, holding my hips in place, wedged between the door and his body. His cock rooted deep inside. He kept me there on the edge of release, swirling his hips around in dizzying tantalizing circles, stirring the pleasure, coaxing my body’s response.

  “Yes, Nate, yours. Baby, only yours.”

  “Oh, I love when you call me baby,” he growled and picked up his pace, relentlessly pounding. His body was tight, his muscles strained beautifully as I clung to his thick biceps. The pleasure of my orgasm was such that I lost all connection to time, space, and matter. I drifted in the height of bliss for so long blackness swam around me.

  When I came to, my body was spent though I was standing against the pantry door. The heavy weight of Nate’s body surrounded me, his labored breaths puffed wildly against my neck.

  “Shite, I love fucking you.” His words broke through the sex-induced haze. He loved fucking me. That was not the same as saying he loved me, though I suspected things were more serious than I had ever dreamed possible.

  “I love um, you doing that to me.”

  His mouth moved into a grin I felt against the damp skin of my neck. “You can’t say fucking?”

  Heat suffused my cheeks. “I can. Just as a rule, I don’t usually cuss.”

  “Too crude for my sweet American girl?” Nate chuckled and planted a line of kisses along my neck. I craned my head to the side to give him better access.

  I inhaled, enjoying his lips on my skin. “No, just when you have a child at eighteen, you learn quickly to mind your words or your little parakeet will reiterate it. Speaking of little ones, I need to check on Tanner.”

  “Of course. It’s easy to get carried away with this luscious body.” His hands covered my breasts and squeezed. He looked at my chest lovingly as if he was loathe to let me leave.

  “You won’t find me complaining.” I looked down then back up. I cupped one of his cheeks, feeling the prickly stubble abrade my palm. He leaned into it warming my heart. “Nate, I never knew it could be this good. Feel like this with a man.”

  His gaze held mine. There was conviction and strength in the warm blue eyes. “Precious, it’s always going to be like this. There’s so much more to experience together. Years of it in fact.” He kissed me then pulled out of my body. A trail of semen followed. We looked as the result of our love making trailed down my leg.

  “Fuck.” I finally used profanity. Right now, it was warranted. Heat overtook my body and my heart pounded ferociously against my chest. My skin felt heightened and prickled at the edges as if someone was tickling me with a feather…everywhere. That scary buzzing sound hit my ears and I clung to Nate’s biceps to stay standing. I spent long moments taking deep breaths trying desperately to calm down.

  Nate closed his eyes, licked his lips, took a deep breath and held onto my shoulder. His eyes opened and locked on mine. “Don’t run,” he said as if his heart was breaking. I was having a panic attack about the fact that, once again, we acted like stupid sex-drugged teenagers who didn’t know any better. And he was worried about me running off? Men really are from Mars.

  “Twice!” I held up two fingers which could not to be mistaken for the peace symbol.

  He shook his head. “Camille, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I didn’t intend to shag you in the kitchen. Bloody hell I didn’t intend to shag you at all tonight. Not with Tanner here.”

  My eyes widened. “Oh. My. God.” What if Tanner woke and didn’t know where he was. He’d be frightened out of his mind. “I have to go to him.” I pulled my sweater down and looked around for my jeans. Crap! I left them in the kitchen.

  Nate opened the door and I rushed in. Grabbing a wad of napkins from the counter I cleaned up the evidence of our pantry romp, threw on my undies and jeans and was clasping the button as I rounded the door to the room that Tanner was sleeping in.

  He was still dead to the world. That hit me like a crash dummy vehicle hits a test wall. He was comfortable here.

  “Camille, leave him. Let’s talk about this.”

  I rounded on Nate then stomped off into the kitchen. Once there, I grabbed my glass of wine and downed it in a couple of gulps. “I can’t believe we did that again! What are we sixteen? Can’t keep our hands off one another long enough to put on a condom? We’re playing with fire, Nate!”

  “I know, I know. We’ll figure it out. Wha
tever happens, I’m sorry.” He looked so panicked, very unlike the normally over-confident, alpha male always in control. Right now he was just a man. A man who, along with his girlfriend, made a couple really bad errors in judgment that could affect the rest of our lives.

  “It’s not just you. I was there. Full participant right here.” I raised my hand mockingly. “I… we cannot have a baby right now. We don’t know each other well enough for that level of commitment. I’m just now on track with taking care of Tanner, my job, schooling.”

  Oh God it could all be over from two stupid mistakes. Though they felt so incredibly right at the time, the consequences could last a lifetime. I doubted that Nate wanted to be shackled to me and a couple kids.

  He rounded on me, pulling me into his warm chest. His hand held my head and I could hear the thud of his heart, strong and comforting. I rubbed my nose against the soft Henley he wore, doing exactly what I wanted to do earlier when he first showed up at my apartment.

  “Camille, you listen and you listen good. You are not alone. Not now, not ever again. I know it’s only been a short time but…” His words cracked and I looked up at him. “We’re together and I don’t see that ever changing. I want to be with you. I want to get to know Tanner. Spend more time as a threesome. Over the past few years I’ve been floundering, focused on my career and nothing else. I’ve used women as mere shags.” My body tightened hearing him speak of being intimate with other women. The hard edge of jealousy dug into my heart. He ran his arms up and down my back, relaxing me once more.

  “Until you. This. Us. It’s somehow better than anything I ever dreamed I’d have. I’m…” He took a deep breath, cupped my cheeks and kissed me softly. Then he pulled back. “I’m in love with you.”

  The entire world slowed, went silent, then stopped moving all together. Nate’s eyes turned an indigo blue. “Did you hear me, Camille?”

  I shook my head, feeling hot all over. Numbness filled my senses. If he hadn’t been holding me so tightly I may have turned into mush and melted to the floor. A man loved me. No, not any man. This man. My Nate.

  His lips quirked into a knowing grin. “I love you, Precious.”

  “Again,” I whispered wanting nothing more than to hear the most beautiful words ever said aloud.

  “I love you, Camille Johnston.” He kissed my cheeks.

  “Again.”

  He kissed my forehead. “I love you.” He kissed each of my closed eyelids. “I love you.” He trailed his open mouth down the side of my cheek, along the edge of my chin. “I love you,” he said one last time before his lips took mine in a hot open-mouthed kiss.

  The man of my dreams loved me.

  Only in my wildest fantasies did Prince Charming capture the peasant girl and make her his. I wasn’t worthy of him, his love. He still didn’t know about Gems. We hadn’t figured out how to negotiate having a relationship with Tanner in the picture.

  “Look Precious, I know this may come as a surprise to you but I’m not the kind of man who bestows accolades of love, willy nilly.” His gaze bore into mine. “I have never told a woman that I loved them, other than Mum and my sisters. Only you.” Honesty, sincerity and yes, love, permeated his words. My strong, confident, alpha male was professing his love for me.

  Tears filled and blurred my vision and fell down my cheeks. “Nate, I…”

  He stopped me from continuing with the pad of his thumb over my lips.

  “Don’t. You don’t have to say anything. Just know I love you. And if my voracious need to mate with you results in us having a wee one, well, then I’ll do everything in my power to be the best father.”

  More tears. I could not hold them back any more than I could stop breathing. Nate pulled my face into the crook of his neck, holding me while I cried. He was the perfect man and he loved me. Me.

  The orphan girl from New Jersey nobody ever wanted. I was so consumed with my own love for this man I was incapable of putting the feelings into words. Instead, I’d show him. Nate picked me up and walked me to his bedroom. This would only be the second time I’d lain in his bed, but this time, I’d stay. I wouldn’t run.

  In case I didn’t believe Nate’s profession of love, he spent hours showing me just how much he cared. He muffled my lustful cries with his mouth and swallowed the pleasure as easily as he gave it. Over and over he proved to me how much he loved me, telling me repeatedly with his body, his kiss, his fevered touch and his words until I fell to sleep nestled in his arms.

  ***

  I woke feeling hot. I was surrounded by warmth on all sides. Nuzzled into my chest were two dark heads. One had bright hues of chestnut and gold hair, layered over my naked chest with her cheek to my heart. Right where she should be.

  Another smaller head with short hair was lying on my other side. Little puffs of air escaped his small pout. A drop of drool coated my chest under his tiny mouth. At some time in the night, Tanner must have crawled into bed with us. Thank God Camille had enough sense to have me put on a pair of boxers. She wore knickers and one of my t-shirts. Currently my large hand was firmly planted on her rounded arse. I gave a little squeeze and she rocked her hip into my side. Her thigh rubbed along my morning wood delectably. If Tanner wasn’t here I’d do something about that.

  That would be something I’d need to get used to. What was the term my friends with kids used? Ah, cock-blocking. I snickered softly now fully appreciating their endearment when they called their children “CBs.”

  As I studied Camille’s face in the soft golden light of morning I fell more in love with her. She was impossibly beautiful. I watched her sleep and saw my future. With Tanner and potentially our wee one if that came to fruition. In the past I may have been more worried about an unplanned pregnancy. For some reason, being here with my girl, holding onto her, an arm around her boy I felt content. Blissfully and utterly happy in life. A foreign feeling but one I’d go to great lengths to keep.

  Camille was a mystery, one I would thoroughly enjoy solving. I could have easily read the report my private investigator sent, detailing everything about her life. He was good at his job. Would have left no stone unturned but I rather appreciated peeling back the layers of this fickle bird more and more. The bits of information she shared, finding out about Tanner, all added to her appeal. She wasn’t the average young woman in her twenties. Camille was an old soul. She’d been through a lot and it gave her a maturity others her age didn’t have.

  Looking at Tanner sleeping peacefully against my chest, his hand clasped over his mother’s on my sternum was one of the most startling sites. I wanted this. A family. People counting on me for affection, comfort and love. Watching them sleep I was filled with a sense of protectiveness. These were now my charges. Camille and Tanner would be my family. Sooner rather than later. When I knew what I wanted I didn’t dabble in insecurity or uncertainty. No, I jumped--risks be damned.

  It had worked smashingly well for Stone, Walker & Associates. I had to believe with my whole heart that it would work with these two priceless souls.

  Through my musings the little guy had woken and was now staring at me.

  “Mr. Nate? Why is your pee pee standing up so big?”

  I laughed, jostling Camille. She woke and rubbed her head along my chest like a baby kitten, stretching against my side forcing my “pee pee” to harden further.

  “Whoa, it just got even bigger!” Tanner said, his eyes staring at the huge erection I was sporting through my boxers and the sheet covering my lower half.

  “Tanner, baby, what are you doing here?”

  Tanner’s little hand went to grab my prick. “Can I feel it?” He asked in awe.

  I flung my hand over my dick and pressed away from his reach. “No, little man. You can’t. You never touch a bloke’s wanker.”

  His eyebrows crunched up. “What’s a wanker?”

  Camille laughed into my chest. I was glad someone thought this was funny. I was mortified. I took a deep breath and laid back down. He sat up cro
ss legged next to me, waiting patiently. Camille chuckled again.

  “You gonna help me out here?” I asked her.

  “With boy parts?” She sounded shocked and shook her head.

  I ruffled a hand through my hair and sighed. “Okay sport. Here goes it. When a boy…er a man wakes up in the morning, sometime his ‘pee pee’,” I used his word, “gets hard and stands up. It’s normal and will go down in a few minutes.”

  He grabbed his lips with his hand and pinched them together, seeming to chew on what I’d said. “So will my pee pee get big like yours? He stood up and pulled down his pants to show me his wanker. “See mine is little and yours is huge!”

  “Tanner!” Camille scolded.

  I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Put that thing away. You never show your private parts unless it’s to a doctor, your Mum or me. And only me if it hurts or I’m helping you with a bath, okay?”

  He nodded and jumped down from the bed. “I’m starving, Mommy. Can I have cereal?” Discussion over apparently. Would I ever get used to kid-speak? I hoped to hell I would.

  Camille sat and pulled her hair off her neck. “Uh, honey I don’t know. We’ll see what Mr. Nate has okay.”

  I cringed. I didn’t have cereal. Never had a taste for it but if I was going to have the lad here I’d need to make some provisions. Maybe I could have Emma help? Camille got up and pulled on her jeans from yesterday hiding her sweet arse. I groaned and she winked at me over her shoulder. I’d had her so many different ways last night it was a wonder she could walk.

  “Come on Tan Man. Let’s find something and get going home. I need to get ready for work. I’m going to be late.” She sounded worried.

  I got out of bed, pulled on my jeans and went after her, bare-chested. “You have your clothes here?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Yeah, but I need to take him back to Jin.”

  “I can do that. And you can walk to work. You know how close AIR Bright is.” I hugged her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.