Always (Family Justice Book 1)

by Halliday, Suzanne

  He knew if he started kissing her that he wouldn’t be able to slow down so he denied them both and amped up the anticipation. She looked disappointed, but he knew how to wipe that expression off her lovely face.

  There was a set of delectable tits waiting for his attention that he set about paying homage, too. She had full, round globes topped with the most appetizing nipples he could remember ever seeing. They were beautiful to behold. Ripe. Tantalizing. The sight was enough to turn his cock to stone.

  Calder gazed into her half-lidded eyes hoping the heat in his expression didn’t burn her alive. He never took his eyes from hers as he fondled her breasts. The plump, provocative mounds molded to his touch. They were weighty and sexy-as-fuck. She squirmed, her arms and hands reaching upward as she offered her body to him.

  He grunted softly, enjoying her flesh and the lusty response. There was just something about this woman that felt so completely right. Fascinated by the sight of his big hand manipulating her soft womanly curves, he wondered how he’d lived before that moment without her in his life.

  The feel of her naked flesh, listening to her sexy whimpers and looking into her eyes was undoing him. Fast. Teasing a rosy pink nipple with just the tip of his finger, Calder concentrated on her pleasure, forcing his body to stand down. For the moment.

  In the dim light, he saw the pebbled nub peak even more until the delectable pearl he’d brought forth with his hands all but begged for more. He’d be crazy not to comply. Snaking his tongue out, he flicked her sensitive nipple as an earthy moan rumbled up from deep in her throat. He smiled.

  Continuing the tongue lashing of each turgid little nub, he enjoyed how responsive she was, relishing every shudder and moan. She was so fucking his; it wasn’t even a question.

  Cupping a breast, he guided a swollen nipple to his mouth, nibbling gently at first until lust overrode his control, and he ended up sucking it with a greedy eagerness that demonstrated how close to the edge he actually was.

  Stephanie’s husky moans and writhing body were destroying him. She trembled and cried out lustfully when he let restraint fall away and gorged, open mouthed and rapacious, with need on her intoxicating breasts.

  When her hands pushed into his hair and grabbed his head, an electric jolt of red-hot desire exploded inside him. That was the moment when he knew there was no turning back.

  Calder couldn’t speak and didn’t want to anyway. It was more than enough that they were communicating on an intimate level that took eroticism to new heights. He didn’t want words to blur the scorching desire emanating off their bodies.

  Suddenly, he abandoned her tits despite the insistent pressure of her fingers scraping against his skull as she tried to keep his mouth on her quivering mounds. He needed to kiss her. Needed to taste her. Needed to feel his tongue dueling with hers.

  On a shaky groan he shifted, slid a hand beneath her neck, and lifted until her mouth was right there. Right where he needed it so he could devour her until there was nothing left of either of them.

  His craving to take her, keep her all to himself fed the voracious kiss that stripped his soul and had him shaking with need. Pressing his thigh higher between her legs, Calder led them beyond the kiss to a place where pleasure and desire collided. She clung to his shoulders, dug her nails into his skin, and grabbed at his hair. Using his body as an anchor, she trapped his thigh by winding her leg around his and rolling her hips.

  Sounds of desperation rang in his ears. The scorching fire of need he’d ignited was burning higher and hotter with each passing second. He felt her body crying out, begging for more.

  Time slowed to a crawl. Calder stroked her stomach and teased the lace at the top of her sexy shorts. Stephanie was grinding his thigh, her body seeking the relief that he was going to fucking enjoy giving.

  Pushing her flat onto the bed, he untangled their legs and drank in the sight she made. Her chest was heaving, those beautiful breasts quivering with every shaky breath. Restless legs moved of their own accord searching for the connection of their bodies.

  He kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth when she opened to him. Slipping between her legs, he covered her womanhood with the whole of his hand and grabbed tight. She grunted, trembled, and let her legs fall open even further. The sweet heat coming off her covered pussy made him groan with pleasure.

  Was she wet? Had he pleasured her luscious body enough that her sex wept for his possession? Calder had to know.

  With deliberate, unhurried precision, he left her mouth, lifted his head to see her response, slid his hand inside her shorts, and went straight for the lure of her pussy.

  Fuck. He groaned. It was better than he believed possible. Wet didn’t come close to describing what his fingers encountered. Lightly running a finger along the seam of the lips coated with slick proof of her readiness, he pushed between them and thrust his long, middle finger into her heated passage.

  She cried out. His finger went deeper as she began to arch off the bed. He’d never seen anything hotter in his entire life. Just his finger moving inside her and she gushed hot fluid, quivering and moaning uncontrollably.

  Calder couldn’t look away. Couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful woman falling apart in his arms. He held her by the back of her neck with one hand and fingered her with an intensity that got his cock throbbing.

  He wanted to pin her to the bed and sink into her heat. Wanted to hold her legs open and push them back giving his hips and greedy dick all the room he needed to penetrate her fully. This glorious creature creaming so sweetly with just his finger doing the honors needed to be loved thoroughly. And completely. By him and no other.

  When had seeing to the total pleasures of another ever held him in so tight a thrall? Ignoring the insistent throbbing in his cock was not all that easy. Especially not when he was so swollen with need and overcome by sexual hunger that it felt like he might truly burst. But as hungry for her flesh as his cock was, there was a greater hunger clawing at his senses. One that easily made his cock sit up and take notice.

  Seeing her come. Knowing he’d done that. Watching her face. Her beautiful face with the deliciously kissable lips as she got off.

  Oh God. Those tits. That wet pussy. The delicious lips. His breathing hitched. He was sliding his finger in and out when, without losing rhythm, he pulled out one finger and inserted two, sinking deep into her seething tight sheath until his thumb could rotate on her clit. She groaned and immediately tightened then gushed again.

  Mmmmm. She liked that. Thank fucking God cause so did he. That she was so wet as he stroked the walls of her pussy felt amazing. Calder was beyond turned on.

  Hungry for her flesh, he suckled on her tits while he finger fucked her, intermittently teasing her clit. She grabbed onto his hair. He shuddered, loving the feel of her desperate fingers scraping his head.

  When he felt her legs get restless and start searching for something, anything, he treated her breasts to a thorough sucking while he slowly but vigorously massaged her pussy and swollen clit.

  Her climax, when it hit, was beautiful. He felt her tight inner muscles clench strongly around his fingers as her hips convulsed and shook. When her back arched, she pushed the breast he was sucking deeper into his mouth making him grunt with pleasure. There was no part of her body that did not react to the intensity of the orgasm.

  She was fucking awesome. Her pussy was magnificent. Did she know? Had she any idea what that felt like for him. God. He needed to show her. Let her see what her pleasure did to him.

  Calder slid his hand out of her underwear and sat up. With an awestruck reverence, he carefully peeled the wet stretchy lace off her quivering body and tossed them aside.

  Oh, my God. She was beyond compare. Completely nude now, he stared shamelessly at the thatch of light brown curls at the juncture of her legs and torso. She had her knees pressed together and when he looked at her face, he saw the stain of red on her cheeks that said she was embarrassed. It pleased him that she w
as so unsophisticated sexually that being fingered to an orgasm made her blush.

  Shifting his body into a small shaft of light shining between a spilt in the blinds where he was sure she could see him clearly, he removed his briefs in a series of moves that rivaled those of any male stripper. Where he got the finesse to come off so smooth was a total mystery.

  When he was naked as she, he knelt there for a long moment, the mini spotlight illuminating his body while watching her eyes devour him. He knew he had a serious physique for any guy, much less one his age. All that surfing and hiking had honed his body well.

  And his cock…well, what could he say? Nature blessed him. His father and grandfather liked to joke that he came from a long line of legendary cocksmen known for their lovemaking prowess. He saw the object of his train of thought, making an impressive showing in the dim light. Would she like what she saw? Would she let him in?

  Calder ran his hand up and down her raised leg from knee to hip, loving the smooth softness of her skin. She still had her legs closed but the way she was eating him alive with her hungry eyes gave him hope.

  After a few more languid strokes of her flank, he added the same unhurried movement to his cock with his other hand. Stroking her and his dick made him tremble. And then briefly, and he did mean briefly, she tentatively ran her finger lightly on the head of his throbbing sex. He groaned. She lifted her eyes to his. He looked at her in the darkness, asking with his eyes. He didn’t want there to be words. He wanted this to be pure emotion. No more. No less.

  She did the unexpected and blew his mind. Never averting her eyes, she shifted into a better position and slowly, inch by delicious inch, opened her thighs. His mouth seriously dropped open. Shock. Lust. Call it what you want. She was giving herself to him. Trusting him with her body.

  Oh man. He was going to make this unforgettable for her. With her knees bent, he moved between her open thighs, shoving them wider so he had full access. In the dim light he stared hungrily at her weeping slit—the creamy evidence of a recent orgasm gathered in her opening.

  Calder shoved his hands beneath her ass and pulled her quickly up and forward, making her knees fall back as she gasped. He wanted her angled just so. That way when she took that first thrust, she was going to feel it the entire way until he was buried deep.

  He spread his thighs wide and let his thick cock lead the way to her waiting pussy. Calder felt the tip slide along her wet slit and reached between them to rub his dick around in the wetness, covering his tight swollen flesh with her juices. Even with that little contact, she was shaking and gasping, her hips beginning to quiver with desperate need.

  He lined up his eager cock with the deliciously wet entrance to her body, pushed one hand under her ass to keep her in position then flexed his hips gently as he slid into her hot, very tight, crazy wet pussy. Grunting from the effort of penetrating her fully, he had to gradually ease forward as she stretched to accommodate his size. Her face registered shock, then mind-numbing lust.

  When he was firmly lodged deep inside her, he looked down in wonder and met her gaze. He didn’t move, wanting to give her time to adjust to his possession. She was trembling slightly, soft whimpers mixed with her breaths. When he felt her hands grip his ass, he began moving.

  Calder knew the difference between fucking to indulge a basic want and making love. Not that he’d ever done it before. He just knew it now. With her.

  Kissing her deeply with lots of tongue, he grunted into her mouth when he thrust. Inhaling her gasps and moans, he set up an unhurried, sexy rhythm. Before long her hips pumped beneath him on each downward stroke and each time he sank into her, she moaned.

  He took his time—taking her slowly to the edge, then pausing—backing off until she calmed, and he could start the whole climb all over again. It was a dangerous game to stroke that deep until she gushed and started to tighten only to pull out before either one of them came.

  Each time he started over, the initial penetration felt like replaying the first time, making them each groan and shudder. And now, he’d reached the point where his body demanded he finish it.

  This time he wanted her to know what it felt like to take him deep. When he came, he wanted her to feel every pulse. Leaving her body to change positions she whimpered softly as he prepared her for the finish. Putting her legs up on his shoulders, he shoved his hands beneath her ass, lined up his cock then sank deep. She groaned the whole time. Swallowed by her creamy pussy, he ground his hips slowly.

  And then he got fucking serious. Stroking deep. Grinding fiercely. Pulling out, stroking again and again. He felt stronger and more in control than he ever had, confident that he had the stamina to keep this up for a good long time.

  So he did.

  The first time she came, he plowed right through the strong contractions knowing that her delicious pussy would explode with an even deeper orgasm if he didn’t let up and brought her quickly to the peak again.

  Beautiful, sexy Stephanie went wild. Her fingernails scored the skin of his arms where she held on tight as he pounded her good.

  He was grunting, his cock swelled and readied. And then he felt it. Every single muscle in her body clenched unmercifully. She cried out in wonder. Her pussy convulsed so strongly he felt it in his toes. She lost all control, her fingers clutching wildly at the sheets, her toes even curled. A flood of wet warmth drenched them.

  Perfect. Pounding deep, his cock expanded, and then fired off a volley off orgasmic explosions that fried his brain. He pumped his come deeper, not satisfied to just have it end without leaving a part of him embedded inside her.

  THE NEXT FEW WEEKS POSITIVELY flew by with Stephanie feeling busier than she could ever remember being. Tori and the baby spent a couple of days in the hospital, which gave her time to have an over-the-top Mom Mom moment when she basically sat down and Internet ordered an entire newborn baby boy wardrobe of footies, onesies, and the most adorable little infant pea coat with a beanie cap and matching scarf for walks in the stroller. An eighteen-wheeler would be necessary for the delivery because she’d bought so much.

  It was a huge big deal when Daniel Alexander came home for the first time. Alex insisted on using the limo to fetch the St. John family from the hospital. He’d also issued orders to anyone who would listen that Tori was to be treated like a princess during her recovery.

  Right away, a daily rhythm kicked in. Every morning Drae and Tori would eat breakfast downstairs in the kitchen. It was the one time every day when the new mommy was allowed to wander about her house. Getting Tori to take it easy was a major undertaking. Luckily, the newborn’s schedule took a lot of wind out of her sails.

  Then the family parade began. Meghan was usually the first to arrive—sometimes with Carmen and Ria in tow. They consulted with Tori about everything so she didn’t feel like everyone was taking over her life. Carmen did the grocery shopping and made arrangements to help Stephanie stay on top of the laundry if she decided she needed help. Ria kept the kitchen full stocked and worked closely with Carmen on the shopping.

  Meghan fussed non-stop over the baby and prattled on endlessly about the wedding—keeping her matrons of honor up to date. Right before lunch, Lacey and Dylan would appear on the scene with her buggy loaded sky high with baby equipment.

  Once Meghan and Lacey were on the scene, she and Draegyn usually took off to take care of other things. Sometimes he went to the woodshop or up to the main house to hang with Alex.

  Most days, Stephanie met Calder for lunch then they’d take two horses out for a ride. There was no denying the obvious fact that they were lovers now and had been from the day of Daniel’s birth.

  Most days the men came and went—Brody, Gus, Ben, and even Parker who dropped by once a week. Alex and Cam made a daily appearance that usually turned into a Three Stooges cartoon once Drae got in the mix.

  Afternoons got quiet after everyone left. Stephanie encouraged Drae and Tori to take a late afternoon siesta every day. Daniel tended to keep a sch
edule better than Amtrak so for the most part it was fairly easy to plan out the days.

  Tori took to motherhood like a duck to water and Draegyn turned out to be a postcard perfect husband and father. He tended to his wife’s needs and doted on his boy, even taking control in the early days of all the diaper changes while Tori was instructed to take it super easy.

  Some nights they all ate together as a family with Calder joining in when he could. He was up to his eyeballs in end-of-year stuff for the agency, which meant it wasn’t unusual for him to still be working into the night. When he did show up for dinner, the conversation usually centered on he and Tori consulting about things that only she, as Alex’s trusty right hand, would know or be able to explain.

  Other nights, Tori and Drae kept to themselves and Stephanie made sure to give the new parents plenty of space and privacy.

  Nobody blinked an eye the first time Calder spent the night. She was sure that was Drae’s doing because Tori constantly looked like she was going to explode if she didn’t get to cross-examine her mother about this new and exciting change in her life.

  After their explosive encounter the day of Daniel’s birth, Calder had proven to be an arduous and demanding lover. He treated Stephanie like the Duchess he’d nicknamed her. Every day she found more and more reasons to like the man and was constantly aware that he was looking out for her.

  The week before the end-of-year holidays kicked in was a busy time. Dylan and Daniel celebrating their first Christmas’s became a big deal. Things were great. Life was good in the St. John household.

  And then the first signs of stress in Stephanie’s world began to appear.

  Her assistant, Filene, who she’d left in charge, was proving to be a handful. Because she had an independent consulting and coordinating business, Stephanie was able to be selective about the private clients and pageants she took on. Thing was, they wanted Stephanie’s reputation and expertise, not that of her unknown assistant.