Always (Family Justice Book 1) (9 page)

Shit was spiraling out of control. His cock was enormous, fully engorged, overly sensitive, and feeling like it was going to burst. His fingers in her pussy were pushing her toward an orgasm while his thumb teased her ass.

A hand scooped his balls into a firm grip as they grew tight and readied for his climax. Each time her hand on his cock twisted and slid over the crown, he jerked. His eyes rolled closed briefly. When he heard her tortured groan, “Oh, fuck,” and felt her inner muscles tighten around the fingers buried in her pussy, he started to soar higher than he ever had.

Pushing his thumb inside her ass, she gasped and shook as she climaxed on his hand at the same moment that his cock began twitching and heat shot along his nerve endings.

When he came, Meghan was pumping his cock better than his own hand ever had as streams of hot fluid shot from the tip. As her pussy quivered and flooded, he stretched her ass with his invading thumb and cried out as his orgasm overtook him with a thundering release.

Holy fuck. His cock was still releasing when she slumped over him, her legs shaking and unsteady. There was come everywhere. On his chest. On her tits, his arms, her arms. Nothing had ever looked so sexy.

Eventually, she eased up on her grip but kept softly stroking his happy cock with one hand. She grinned at him like the wicked fuck goddess he knew her to be and rubbed the come she’d gotten from his body into his skin and hers too.

After a minute of that, she giggled and drawled mockingly, “You can take your finger out of my ass now if you don’t mind.”

“Oh shit, Meghan,” he chuckled. “Sorry. I don’t even know where that came from.”

“Mmmm hmmmm,” she murmured huskily. Then she sighed and said, “Um, baby? Thumb? Ass?”

“Aw. Come on!” he laughed. “Let me enjoy the moment why don’t you? Ass play—especially when it’s with a booty as drool-worthy as yours—has some bragging rights, don’t you think?”

She leaned in and kissed him sweetly, one of her hands still possessively fondling his dick.

When she pulled back, he snickered at her. “I thought you weren’t all that interested, but baby, your ass didn’t exactly put up any objections.”

“Oh, fuck you!” she chuckled. “Unfair advantage. Four yard penalty.” Her shoulders rolled and she smirked. “Besides, it wasn’t quite the ewww I imagined.”

“For real?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

She moved and helped him to straighten his legs. He put both hands on her waist and pulled her till she was half-reclining on his chest. Putting his fingers under her chin, he brought her gaze to his. The love in her eyes wrapped around his heart. He was already hers, but when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t help but surrender everything to her.

Then her lashes lowered and he saw a blush move up her neck. She was so fucking easy to read.

“Out with it, fiancée. All dirty thoughts get shared. I say so,” he mocked with a crooked grin.

Her finger started working at the hair on his chest like she was embarrassed so he hugged her tight and gave her ass a good swat.

“C’mon, fuck goddess. What’s on your mind? Making me come like a volcano wasn’t enough, you naughty wench? Imagine what that would have felt like inside you.”

“You’re a bad man,” she teased.

“Share, Meghan,” he grunted.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, “I Googled butt plugs.”

He hissed. “Uh, excuse me?”

She tried to act all nonchalant, but his head was practically exploding. She’d researched butt plugs. Holy fuck ballz.

“Yeah. Did you know that Amazon has them? And not just those ugly rubber-looking things either.”

Aw, Christ.
This was getting good. Trying not to crack up laughing, lest she gets the wrong idea about what was so damn funny, he grew serious and asked, “Did you find one that you liked?” He’d asked her a lot of questions and pushed her limits more times than he could remember. But this—well, this was a very big deal.

“Um, well…yes. I guess you could say that. There are these shiny metal ones with a pretty-colored crystal on the end. They call them princess plugs, apparently. Oh, and they come in sizes, too.” She shuddered and just like that, he decided a small, elegant jeweled device was going to find its way into their possession.

He smirked so fast there was no way to wipe the expression off his face. “Oh, and you can tell Mr. Thunder Cock to settle down,” she drawled with a low growl. “He’s a bit too, uh…scary to be in the running. “

He roared with laughter and hugged her tight. They stayed like that for a few minutes then he slowly sat up and rolled the kinks out of his back and shoulders.

“There’s oil everywhere,” he chuckled.

“Yeah? Well, it was worth it for a chance to top you, Mr. Thunder, sir. Looks like I won this time.” She stuck her tongue at him playfully while he smiled broadly.

“This is true,” he said thoughtfully. “But let’s face it. My finger was in your ass so who do you think actually won, hmmm?”

Their laughter echoed through the room. For the moment, at least, all was well in their world.

IT HAD ENDED UP BEING a pleasant evening all around at the St. John home, Stephanie thought. Tori was simply overjoyed to have her around and after their private conversation, Draegyn seemed to visibly relax. They had a happy dinnertime full of jokes and stories on everyone’s part that gave her a front row seat into the sweet way the expectant parents felt about each other.

She was glad to see firsthand how very much her son-in-law doted on her daughter and the unabashed love he focused on his pregnant wife. It became crystal clear to her that whatever qualms Tori had about her husband was the result of the unusual situation in which they found themselves. And clearly, the pregnancy hormones were also presently spurring some mood swings. It couldn’t be easy to be so passionately in love while pregnant at such an early stage of their relationship.

Rising with the dawn, she’d enjoyed the quiet charm of her private balcony while catching up on some time-sensitive emails from her assistant as she guzzled several cups of her favorite tea. It had been a pleasant way to start the day, which could only have been made better by someone to share it with.

Damn.
There was that thought again. Something she’d been having with surprising frequency lately. Used to being alone, she was feeling bothered that her mind was turning in such an unfamiliar and unwelcome direction so frequently of late.

She’d had her love story, and it had been so close to perfect as to reach legendary status in her heart and mind. Daniel had been her soul mate, and when life had cruelly taken him from her, she’d simply shut down that aspect of her emotional life. He was just too hard an act to follow, so she’d never allowed anyone else to get that close ever again. It wouldn’t have been fair to the men who had tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye over the years. Since there was absolutely no way anyone could ever compete, what was the point?

The thing was, though that somewhere along the journey she started feeling the need to connect with someone on a deeper level. That need had become stronger once Victoria married. It was as if now that her daughter’s husband was looking after Tori, suddenly she had some extra space in her heart to fill.

Dressed in casual workout clothes, she was heading out for a good long run—trying to burn off the excess energy before she did something crazy like start organizing Tori’s closet. It was an old habit—whenever her mind wouldn’t settle, she corralled her wayward thoughts by focusing on random tasks. If that wasn’t possible, physical exercise usually did the trick. Not to mention the fact that she enjoyed her daily runs. She found the rhythm Zen-like and comforting. She and Daniel had run together and she supposed that keeping the habit alive was another way to feel closer to something that lived only in her memory.

Making her way quietly from her suite, she ran into Draegyn, who was carrying a large breakfast tray from the kitchen. He didn’t look quite as stressed as he did yesterday, which was a relief. He was also dressed in a baggy pair of sweats that were slung way too low on his hips, which was not a relief. Running into one’s half-dressed son-in-law was certainly an unexpected and odd position to be in.

Her horrified look was probably what gave her away. “Oh, shit, sorry,” he mumbled with a grimace. “My bad.”

When he started to back away like she’d just caught him sneaking out of his bedroom buck naked, she had to laugh.

“Relax, Draegyn. You’re dressed,
after a fashion
, but I’m pretty sure Tori wouldn’t like it if I went blind from all that St. John masculinity staring me in the face.”

He looked at her like he didn’t know whether to laugh or bolt for the hills.
Oh boy
. She had her work cut out with this one. For the hundredth time in two days, she wondered what his parents were like. Something as simple as running into his mother-in-law while he was clearly taking care of his wife totally threw him. Plus, he didn’t seem to know how to take a joke.
Sheesh.

“Where you off to?” he asked.

“Oh,” she shrugged, “I thought I’d run up the road, stop in and gossip with Carmen, maybe check out the gym. Alex said it’s got all the latest equipment.”

“Well, that it does,” he chuckled. “Something about having a gym teacher in charge of things these days has certainly brought about a bunch of changes. What was once a big ol’ room overflowing with free weights and punching bags is now a full exercise studio. Got a machine for everything. Even a bunch of those Pilates whatchamacallits.”

“Oh, I forgot that the lovely Meghan was a teacher. It’s quite a change, huh? Suddenly having all these women in the mix.”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he drawled. “Lacey had some crazy idea she could get us all to behave—clean up our language. And then Victoria came along. That’s some mouth she’s got.”

It was all Stephanie could do not to bend in half from the belly laugh that shot out of her.

“Hardly Southern belle material! She always was one to speak her mind, and Lord almighty but can my daughter swear up a blue streak. Just like her father in that regard. He was a gentleman lawyer by day and a cussing bad boy by night. It was her daddy that taught Tori how to swear like a Marine. Should make you feel right at home.”

Draegyn quirked a crooked grin at her and chuckled, “Boom!”

“How’s she feeling this morning? Better, I hope?”

Stephanie didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped away or the hilarious heated blush that was crawling up his neck. Alex had said that Tori and Drae were rather limited these days in the intimacy department. Judging by the sheepish look on her son-in-law’s face, she suspected that her hormonally challenged daughter had given him a run for his money last night.

Good for her,
she thought. Men always picked the dumbest times to treat their women like hothouse flowers. After seeing the way those two touched and teased, she didn’t doubt for a second that some old-fashioned hanky panky had gone down in the master suite. As it damn well should have.

“Um, yeah,” he finally answered. “Says she’s got an appetite, so I’m hoping she eats something.” He hefted the tray to make his point. Every imaginable breakfast tidbit was evident—croissants, a pile of fluffy eggs, some bacon, even a bowl of fruit and yogurt.
Yep.
Her daughter was in good hands.

Reaching out, she squeezed his arm and beamed at him. “You’re a good man, Draegyn St. John. I can see why my Victoria loves you so much. Give her a big kiss from her mama and tell her I’ll be back in an hour or so. If she’s up to it, I’ll drive us up to the main house and we can bother Meghan. Maybe Lacey will bring that beautiful baby by and we can have some ladies’ time.”

Relief flashed across Draegyn’s face. “Aw man, that would be perfect Stephanie. Girl power?”

“Indeed,” she drawled as she turned and started making for the front door. “Enjoy your breakfast,
shugah
,” she chirped, blowing him a kiss and chuckling at the startled expression on his face.

“DON’T BE SUCH A DICK, Unc,” Alex griped. “I told you, the barbecue is to welcome Tori’s mom. I’m not asking you to date the woman, all I’m saying is to be nice. I’ve known her a long time and believe me—there’s more to that picture than what meets the eye. All that genteel Southern charm is just for show. Wouldn’t be at all surprised if she could arm wrestle your moldy ass to the ground.”