Justice Falling (22 page)

“As he should. I told you, Precious. I’m not going anywhere. Get used to it. I want you both with me tonight.” I planned on finding a way out of it but he squashed that plan.

“Jin already told me you’re not working tonight so you’re free. I have London and Collier and Emma coming for dinner. I want you and Tanner to get to know my family.” He went behind my desk, opened my drawer and pulled out my purse. “Let’s go.”

“Nate, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Tanner? Would you like to spend the night at my house again? I have an Xbox and lots of games,” he offered.

“Yes, oh yes. Mommy, Mr. Nate promised to teach me a car racing game. We picked it up at the game store. It’s Mario!”

“Low blow…” I whispered so only Nate could hear.

Nate shrugged and grinned. “Whatever it takes. I want you with me as often as possible. Both of you,” he gestured to Tanner and my heart filled with adoration and extreme love. He was pulling out all the stops and I couldn’t understand why. I was a nobody, but with Nate, I
felt
like a somebody.

Later that evening I worried my fingers and sipped my wine when Nate opened the door. I heard male laughter and a round of back slaps. I walked around the kitchen and into the living room. Collier removed London’s coat as Nate removed Emma’s. A handsome tall man with brown hair and light eyes that were green as my own came to me and put out his hand. He seemed familiar in a way that you recalled a long lost friend or schoolmate.

“I believe we met at lunch the other day but with all the ruckus--” He tipped his head to London and Collier. “--I didn’t get to really make your acquaintance. I’m Tripp Devereaux, London and Collier’s friend.”

“It’s good to meet you, Tripp. Camille Johnston. Everyone calls me Cami.”

“Everyone except me.” Nate grabbed my hips from behind, bringing me flush against his form while he nuzzled my neck. He laid a hot kiss on the spot he’s claimed as
his
and stuck his hand out to Tripp. “How goes it mate? I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Camille. You going stag this evening?”

Tripp glanced at where Emma was chatting with Tanner. “I figured I’d keep Em company.”

Nate’s eyebrows rose and I smiled. Tripp’s intent was clear, even if his words were clouded.

Nate set Tanner up with the new video game in the media room just off the kitchen. I could see him sitting quietly as he played the game two rooms away. It was the perfect set up. We’d fed him some chicken nuggets and fruit before the group came so we’d have adult time. We planned on inviting him back for dessert before bed.

I was surprised at how easily Nate made Tanner and me part of his everyday life. He didn’t seem bothered or burdened having a child around at all. Actually the very opposite seemed true. He made a point to include Tanner in conversations, joke with him, and overall connect with him on a “guy” level.

We finished the dinner I helped Nate cook. Everyone devoured the filet mignon in a red wine reduction, seasoned veggies and a rice pilaf. “Hey, London, can I have word with you about the redesign. Camille, can you come over here, too? I have some ideas I’ve jotted down.”

Both London and I excused ourselves from the group chatting around the living room table.

“You’ve finally looked at some of the specs? I’m shocked!” London laughed.

“Ha ha. I wanted to show you and Camille some ideas. Now that Camille and Tanner are going to be here regularly, I want to make some changes to the plan. This room--” he gestured to the room Tanner had used last night and would tonight.

“You mean the workout room?” she asked.

Nate shook his head. “Exactly. Gym’s a no go. I can use the building’s facilities. I want this one changed into a room for Tanner. He loves race cars and race inspired themes. I want you to go forward with that concept. That’s what he likes. Right, Precious?”

“That’s his favorite thing but--”

“Perfect! You’ll make the change, London? We need to make sure there are bunk beds or two beds in there. He has a best mate. I want him to have a place to sleep when we’re child caring.”

London grinned. She pulled a piece of long black hair into her hand and twirled it around a finger. Her eyes were see-through gray and sparkled like diamonds. “Of course I can make the change. A child’s bedroom will be such fun. We’ll start work this week. Camille, are there any changes to the plans you’d like to see? We could easily change things to reflect a family home.”

“Uh…I don’t know.” I was freaked out and beyond capable of speaking. Nate was moving so fast. I felt like a top, spinning out of control, slamming into one thing after another.

“London, make whatever changes necessary to make sure Camille and Tanner are most comfortable here. Soon they’ll be living with me and I want them to feel at home.” Nate said.

It took a couple of moments for his words to sink in.

Living with me?

“Excuse me. Nate, what?” My breath left my lungs in a whoosh. I was doing my best to not have a full blown panic attack.

Nate pulled me into his arms. I went willingly, cuddling in his warmth. “Camille, you admitted you’re mine. You agreed you wouldn’t run. I told you I loved you. You don’t think I’m going to let you live so far from me, do you?”

Confusion stole my breath. When he said it like that it almost sounded logical. I composed myself in the comfort of his embrace. “We have to talk about this. There’s so much we don’t know about each other. Then there’s Jin and Zach. She can’t live without my half of the rent.”

“Oh my sweet. I will ensure Jin is well taken care of. I’ll pay the rent for a year, more if you’d like. Whatever will make you happy. Whatever will make you say yes.”

Now he was asking. The food I’d consumed churned in my stomach as acid set fire to my chest. My heart pounded and I clung to Nate, trying to press down the fear bubbling just under the surface.

“It’s too soon. We’ve only known each other a few weeks. You’re asking me to move in?” My voice rose and the rest of the room stopped talking and focused on us.

“You wanker. You’re moving Cami in and didn’t mention it! Congrats, brother mine!” Collier came and clapped Nate on the back, his brown eyes dazzled with delight. I groaned and put my head in my hands.

Emma jumped up and down and hugged us painfully. “This is…it’s just so perfect!” Her voice dispersed like a wave crashing against the shore.

“Nothing’s been decided,” I whispered into Nate’s ear.

“I can be very persuasive, Precious.”

“And I can be very argumentative!” I shot back.

“That I know. I’ll take my chances.” He grinned and kissed my temple. “We’ll discuss this later.”

I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest defensively, annoyed that he got the last word and excited at the possibility of this actually happening. Living with the man I loved, Tanner with his own room, feeling the love of a man who cared for him…it was the stuff my dreams were made of. I just never expected it to ever happen to me.

***

Camille was quiet the rest of the evening. After I dropped the bomb that I intended for her and Tanner to move in, she’d withdrew. Together, we went through the routine of putting Tanner to bed. There were many steps in the process including bath time, reading time, discussing the highs and lows of the day. For a moment in the hour long process I thought it would never end. Camille was thorough and didn’t stray because she wasn’t home. I appreciated that about her. It proved how stable she was, regardless of where she laid her head.

I pulled her into the bedroom after I turned down the lights and double checked the locks on the doors.

“We have to talk,” I said. She cut me off with her lips. They were warm, inviting and tasted of cherries. I licked the seam, deepening the kiss when she opened her mouth. Her arms came around me and her hands sunk into my hair. She ran her fingers through the strands as she tugged and nipped my lips. Before I knew what was happening, she had me on my back and was straddling my lap.

“Precious, we need to talk…” I reminded her but quickly forgot when she unbuttoned my dress shirt and licked the flat discs of my nipples. It was a huge erogenous zone for me. My dick rose painfully against the fabric of my trousers. She continued licking, nipping and sucking her way along my chest, over each muscle of my abdomen.

“You have an amazing body, Nate. I could lick you everywhere.” She moaned and jutted her pelvis against my thigh rubbing her center along the muscled quad. This was the first time she took the lead physically. I forced myself to just enjoy the sensations of having her mouth and tongue all over me as long as I could.

Deft fingers unbuckled my belt then removed trousers and boxers in one swift move. My cock bobbed in front of her face, as if greeting her after being freed from the constricting garments. She slid her nose along the length then inhaled, moaning as she placed a hot opened mouth kiss at the base of my cock. With a tight fist she gripped the base and yanked up slowly. Chills ran from the bottom of my spine up and out every pore.

“What do you want me to do?” My cock wept at the tip, ready for her mouth to cover me.

“Suck me off. I need your mouth on my cock now, Precious.”

Camille responded by sucking my length into her mouth and down to her throat where she started gagging. At first it felt magnificent having that tight ring of muscle hugging the wide crown. “So good…” I started but heard a muffled noise. I opened my eyes to see Camille and her sinful mouth completely surrounding my prick. It should have been the sexiest image I’d ever seen but it wasn’t. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged and choked. I softened at the sight of her struggling.

I pulled her off my cock not knowing what the fuck that just was, unless possibly it was the worst blow job in the history of blow jobs.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to fuck my face and force it down my throat?”

“What the fuck are you saying? No, I’m not going to fuck your face. You’re not my whore. You’re my girlfriend. I would never in a million sodding years force anything on you. If you want to share your love for me with oral sex, I’m honored. But not like this.” My tone bordered on disgust. Her face crumpled and tears poured down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not any good. I never could take it down my throat well enough. Tyler told me to just stay still while he shoved it in. I practiced hard not to throw up. I promise I won’t get sick on you. You can use me.”

“Fuck! I’ll kill the bloody prick with my bare hands.” I tugged Camille up and over my naked body holding her close. “Precious, what he did, that’s not love. That’s not even respectful to a woman. I would never treat any woman like that.”

“But I know men love um…getting sucked on. I want to. I want you to be happy!” Her lip trembled.

I shook my head and gripped her arse. She moaned, still turned on even though I was having trouble keeping it up, due to visions of Tyler forcing Camille to take his puny cock down her throat.

She kissed me. “Please, let me try again. I can make it good. I know I can.”

I nodded. “Okay, but let me guide you. You should never feel pain, cry, or feel the need to stave off vomiting. This should be mutually enjoyable. If you don’t like it, you don’t ever have to do it. Understand?” She nodded and kissed me deep. Her tongue and mouth were sweet and sugary, just like candy. We kissed for long moments, getting back the excitement before we were sidetracked by her past.

“Take your clothes off,” I told her. She sat up, straddling my hips and pulled her dress over her head. She was clad only in a navy blue lace bra and matching knickers. “So bloody gorgeous. I’m never letting another man see what’s mine ever again.” Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. I was too distracted by her glorious tits and arse to worry over my possessiveness. I pulled the cups of her bra down exposing each globe, then leaned up and sucked a perfect pink tip into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the pert flesh. She moaned and jerked her hips against my groin bringing my cock back to full mast instantly. For long minutes she rubbed her sex along my length as I toyed with her tits. She moaned and gasped as I sucked and nibbled until finally she tipped her head back, ground down on my dick, crushing her clit against my rock hard erection and came. Christ the woman was uninhibited in bed and all fucking mine.

Once she came down from her high, I kissed her then yanked the edge of her knickers, ripping them easily. “Hey, I liked those!”

“I’ll buy you more. Tons more! Now I have an idea.” I swooped in for another tangle of tongues. I could drown in her taste but I had something far more delectable I wanted to sample. “Turn around and hover that pretty pussy over my face.”

Her cheeks reddened and she bit her lip nervously. Another position she never enjoyed with the cocksucker. All the better. I wanted to introduce Camille to all the possible ways I could pleasure her. “Come on now, Precious, don’t be shy. Turn around and let me have at that arse.” She giggled when I said arse. It was adorable how American’s seemed to love an English accent. As long as my Camille thought it was sexy, I could care less about anyone else. Finally, she turned around and instead of backing up she stayed still. There was no way she was getting out of this due to nerves.

I gripped her arse and tugged her back settling her pretty cunt over my face. I could feel the heat coming off her center like waves of energy. Her scent was musky after coming against my body. My mouth salivated at the nearness and smell. With my thumbs I parted her slowly and looked at her pink flesh. So perfect and ready to be taken by me, and only me. Instead of licking her clit which I knew she’d expect, wanted even, I flattened my tongue and went deep, tasting her softness, licking along each wall, pressing her arse hard against my face so I could get an inch deeper. Her essence was thick, rich and coated in sweetness. Like the syrup of the gods.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she called out on each drive of my tongue, her hips thrusting forward to push me deeper.

I pulled back and breathed her in, my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pure bliss. I could die a happy man if I could wake daily with this pussy at my disposal, ready to be licked and sucked before starting the day. It made me painfully hard thinking about our future.