Everlasting (Family Justice Book 6)

by Suzanne Halliday

  “Damn,” he muttered. ‘Two college funds to work for.”

  She smacked his shoulder and had a good laugh. “What? Your job doesn’t pay enough?”

  Yeah, that was funny, so he joined in because they both knew he had an embarrassment of riches, at home and in the bank. College tuition wasn’t going to be a problem.

  “Actually,” he crowed. “I’m thinking about retiring.”

  He was only half joking.

  “I know I don’t get a vote, but I told the Major what I think about the idea of bringing in agency management. You guys have done the hard part—there’s nothing left to prove. Time to invest some energy into the next chapter of Team Justice.”

  The next chapter of Team Justice. His mind flashed to the past. He pinpointed a specific memory. Bangkok, Thailand. All of them—the group that once upon a time they’d dubbed Original Justice—on a drunken, out of control break from the war. Way too much shit happened in those couple of days.

  Something that stuck out, though, when Meghan mentioned the next chapter was a business plan sketched out on placemats and napkins. Actually, two plans existed. One dignified and one—not so much.

  The dignified plan became the Justice Agency, and part of that plan included the early retirement option. They’d known even back then as whiskey soaked and fucked up as they’d been that anything they did together would be a success. They’d even reached the pie-in-the-sky number in their bank accounts faster than any of them imagined. And Meghan was right. They had nothing else to prove. They weren’t in the business of cutthroat mercenary shit—there were plenty of groups in that mold. Justice set itself apart, and the result reaped benefits.

  It was time to consider what came next. He was over the bang bang, shoot ‘em up shit. He wanted to make snow angels with his kids and take his wife on fabulous vacations.

  Alex slapped him on the shoulder as if he’d been reading his mind. “Dollar for your thoughts.”

  “I have a daughter,” he answered with a shit-eating grin. “I’m good at this procreation stuff.”

  Meghan snorted her amusement and snickered at them. “Cam’s thinking about retiring.”

  Alex just laughed. “I know. He’s a lazy shit—always going on about snow angels and visiting the national parks.”

  “Well”—she giggled—“I’m all for it. Convince him,” she said, but Cam wasn’t sure which of them she was speaking to. “You have five minutes. And then we have to leave. It’s almost dawn, and I’m about to drop.”

  She kissed him on the cheek. “Good job, Daddy.”

  Alex shook his hand. “She’s right. You need to retire, and I need to get my wife home and properly cared for. We’ll come by later to visit.”

  There was a bunch of congratulations and hand shaking as the stragglers finally left. He was grateful that so many had stuck it out for the duration. That sort of support was special these days.

  Alone again, he stared at the small pink bundle in the bassinet with the name card that declared her Lily Rose Cameron for all the world to see.

  Life was fucking great.

  20

  “Oh god, yes. Unf.”

  Alex smiled while he watched his wife’s face. Ecstasy transformed her features. She had her eyes closed. Her mouth was open one second as she gasped her pleasure—and the next, she’d bite her lip as she melted down in a quivering, full body moan.

  “Harder,” she begged. “Again.”

  He chuckled and gave her what she wanted. Pleasuring Meghan was one of life’s perfect joys.

  Her head moved back and forth as he labored. He studied the mass of auburn curls spread out on the white linens of their bed. She arched her back slightly when he got especially fierce. Her arms were spread wide, and her fingers moved as she attempted to grab something.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Okay. Alex doubled down until she was moaning nonstop—and begging for more.

  This is fun, he thought with a slight snicker.

  A gorgeously sexy groan came from her open mouth. She shuddered head to toe. Her legs shook. He gave it to her hard and then stopped.

  Her eyes opened, and a seductive and very wicked smile spread across her face. “I’m keeping you.” She giggled.

  “Why?” he growled. Alex pressed into her again and drew another moan.

  “Because you give good pleasure,” she answered brightly. “And certainly not because I like you or anything.”

  He had a good laugh. She was a cheeky wench when the mood hit her.

  Shifting her body just enough to land a satisfying thump on her ass, he scoffed and dropped the foot he’d been massaging.

  “I believe this wifely ploy is the very definition of scamming the husband.”

  Meghan laughed, sat up, and pushed him onto his back, at which point she climbed on top of him and wiggled in a deliciously audacious straddle.

  “Explain, my sexy beast.” Her hand swiped down his chest, and he heard an appreciative sigh.

  “There are several ways to pull off a husband scam,” he told her with a half-serious smirk. “In this case, though, what I refer to is that bullshit with the high heels that females are so good at.”

  “Are you still bitching about my shoes?” Her delighted laughter made him smile.

  “Yes. But now I get it.”

  She sniggered, and he pulled the stretchy lace part of her nightie down and scooped both breasts from the fabric. It was all kinds of wicked cool how his wife’s magnificent tits were framed and lifted—right at his face.

  “You wear the stupid heels and then complain about how your feet hurt.”

  She arched a brow. Her dubious expression was sexy funny. He played with her tits, being careful not to get too earnest with her nipples.

  “What’s your point?” she growled when he cupped her mounds and tested their weight with his hands.

  “The point, my wicked Irish harridan, is this—if you want a fucking foot massage, just ask. Don’t cripple your feet and then whine about it like a spoiled brat.”

  She wiggled and shot him a familiar look. “And what if the Irish hellcat wants the fucking but not the foot massage?”

  Alex laughed. His wife was a piece of work. “Well, the dirty pictures guarantee a response. Try that instead.”

  She put her hands over his and guided him through the touches and teasing that turned her on.

  “I worked on that last one forever, you know.”

  Huh? What? He was starting to lose the thread. Her subtle gyrations were playing havoc with his dick.

  “Do tell,” he murmured because for the life of him he was having a hard time following along. His wife’s bountiful bosom had the power to render him speechless. So did her curvy ass but that was a turn-on for another day.

  She slowly rode him for a few seconds—gathering her hair in a bunch and holding it atop her head while her hips moved seductively.

  “Set the tripod up right over there,” she murmured. Her hand gestured at the side of the bed. “Bluetooth shutter control,” she groaned as he put a hand on her back and pushed her close enough for his tongue to flick a rosy nipple.

  “Angles, lighting, props,” she continued, moaning.

  He smiled when she mentioned props and instantly recalled the naughty photo his oversexed mate had sent him while he was in the middle of a business meeting.

  She was bent over the side of the bed with her panties shoved down around her feet. Next to her on the bed sat a crop with a soft leather tab on the end. It wasn’t always about the flogger with Meghan. Sometimes, she preferred something a bit more … spirited.

  He’d quite literally taken one look, shook his head, and then looked at the picture more closely. Her sultry demand was clear. The meeting ended abruptly, and with the howls of Team Justice’s laughter nipping at his heels, he’d all but ran to their bedroom.

  Abandoning her tits, Alex reached for his wife’s lovely ass and enjoyed two handfuls. He slid into her panties and stroked his fing
ers where the red marks she’d begged for had been visible on her skin. Remembering the encounter sent his need soaring. She’d been a willing participant in something that got raunchy and fierce in record time. He’d fucked her bent over the bed, slow and deep until she cried and begged for more. The finish had been quite a show. She’d quivered and gushed while he’d grunted over and over, smacking her glorious butt as he emptied inside her.

  “New rule,” he grumbled.

  She wasn’t listening. Not with her ears. Her body was reading his signals and responding with increasing passion.

  “I like rules,” she insisted. Her voice was husky—a dead giveaway.

  “You like breaking rules,” he pointed out.

  The smirk she gifted him was pure badass Boston bitch.

  She bent down and kissed him. Lots of tongue and just the right amount of desperate moaning.

  “New rule,” he growled again. “First thing every morning. Panties. Off.”

  His wife wearing anything to bed was a new thing he wasn’t entirely happy about, yet it was another reminder that while nothing changed for him, being pregnant had rained a million changes down on Meghan. For whatever reason, and she had a dozen every time he complained, she preferred what she insisted was a little boob support even though he highly doubted the stretchy lace of her silky nightie offered much. Same for the underwear. He didn’t understand, but he wasn’t the one who was pregnant.

  She giggled when he made his lordly pronouncement. “Say again?” she asked with a lusty snigger.

  “Panties,” he barked. “Take ‘em off the second your eyes open.”

  Her sexy giggle made his dick respond with enthusiasm.

  When she pushed off him and swung her leg to the side, he groaned from the loss of contact. Wiggling off the bed, she stood next to him and sighed melodramatically.

  “You’re so damn bossy.” She flipped her hair back and pushed it off her shoulder.

  Alex grinned. The fire in her eyes was hot enough to scorch his skin.

  With an impatient movement, she whipped the short nightie over her head and tossed it in the air. He didn’t look to see where it landed. Mainly because he didn’t care. The second his wife revealed her pregnant body, he went into beast overdrive.

  He got off on the knowledge that their insatiable passion had led to a baby. And not just one baby—two! Her rounded belly was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. When she gave him a saucy look and turned around, he levered upward on the bed and leaned on his elbow for a better view.

  Like a good girl should, his wife peeled her panties off with a striptease routine that melted his brain. He eyed the small tattoo that declared her to be his. Every time he saw the ink on her ass was still a thrill.

  When she was beautifully naked, he grinned and twirled his finger. She blew him a kiss and performed a slow and very seductive spin. By the time she faced him again, he’d taken his swollen cock in one hand.

  Meghan had a thing for watching him handle his junk. She’d drop everything for a front row seat. Sometimes, she asked questions. Questions he was more than happy to answer. Mostly, though, just like now, her eyes stayed glued to his dick.

  A telltale swipe of her tongue along the seam of her lips almost triggered an orgasm. Sometimes her seductive moves and obvious desire for him meant he had the control and staying power of a first-timer.

  He patted the bed beside him but never stopped stroking his flesh. She crawled toward him—her pendulous breasts swaying with every movement. Veering off at the last second, she licked the tip of his staff and dropped a kiss on the swollen head.

  Alex gathered her body close and turned her on her side. They kissed and touched until they were groaning loudly. When he lifted her leg and draped it over his hip, she let out a contented sigh. His hand moved between them, and he found the wet heaven of her body.

  She stroked his chest and purred. Knowing her desires, Alex slowed and kissed her madly while fingering her sweet pussy. Her hand covered his hardened cock. After a few way-too-short strokes, he felt her pull him closer. She wanted him—inside her—and he had no problem giving her what she needed.

  That first slow slide was an agony of pleasure. As he entered her, the wet warmth of her body greeted his cock. He growled and used his hands on her ass to angle her pelvis in a way that brought them maximum pleasure.

  They groaned their mutual delight as his manhood sank home. He surged gently, making little pulses that triggered her lusty shudders.

  He liked this position. With his hands on her ass, he had an easy time directing her movements. Worried as she grew bigger that his considerable cock would be a problem, they’d enjoyed an exploration of positions he found in a book about pregnancy sex. This one was a favorite. Facing her and seeing the passion in her eyes as he loved her with his body turned him on big time.

  He nuzzled his face into her neck—licking and biting until she quivered in response. Lifting her leg a bit higher on his side, he sank that much deeper. Meghan’s pleasure-cry let loose the beast.

  Stroking with increasing urgency, he felt his heart hammering. Her hands were everywhere. Low, husky moans vibrated against his skin. She was so wet that their movements created a filthy symphony of deliciously lewd sounds.

  Holding off any longer wasn’t an option as Alex felt his orgasm building. He tried controlling the pleasure, hoping to ride the edge as long as possible, but Meghan’s gyrations and her increasing desperation overrode everything.

  Keeping one hand firmly on her ass, he maintained the perfect angle—the one that assured her ultimate pleasure. With his other hand, he reached between them and went with unerring accuracy to the pulsing nub of her desire. He plucked at her swollen clit. She jerked in his arms, and a flood drenched his hand.

  “Alex,” she groaned. Her flushed face and the fierce tightness in her pussy and around her mouth told him she was close.

  He watched her as she started to fly. Her hips bucked, and more arousal leaked from her body. Alex like seeing her reaction when nothing could stop her coming. The combination of Meghan’s wildly pulsing pussy, her soft cries of wonder, and the incredible strength of her inner muscles as her body milked his cock filled him with unspeakable pleasure.

  Shifting his hips, he went for it. Grunting wildly, he stroked deep and sure. She reared back, arched her whole body, and gave a strangled cry. He luxuriated in the savage pulses of her pussy contracting as her climax exploded. He knew when she crested over the top, waited a few heartbeats, and then thundered to a bellowing finish.

  It took a long time to come down. They clung, moaned, kissed, and moaned some more. Cuddling her close, he felt the smile that moved her lips. Kissing his chest, she purred contentedly.

  “Did that qualify as a nooner?”

  Oh, good lord. She was fucking priceless. A nooner? Yeah. Maybe not by definition but certainly by the clock. They’d passed out the second they got home from the hospital, waking just before midday.

  Alex chuckled. “It qualified as awesome.” He kissed her soundly, grabbed a handful of hair, and gave a little tug. “Satisfied, Mrs. Marquez? Or do you need more?”

  Biting her lip, she quietly admitted to having panicked last night. “I was so scared, and a big part of me wanted to run away from there and …” She shook her head and didn’t finish.

  Alex lifted her chin with a finger. “And what, baby? What did you want after running away?”

  She clung to him. Her whisper gave away how shocked she was by her feelings. “Alex. I’ve never needed you more. Needed that thing you do—make the noise in my head stop.”

  Her hands made frantic patterns on his skin. The way she said the word needed got his attention. This was his wife admitting that their unique brand of domination and submission had consequences beyond the bedroom. And she relied on those consequences in a very real way.

  He understood. The way she psychologically responded to his control made him a more confident and capable Dom. Because she allowed him
intimate access to her heart and mind as well as her body, he’d learned much about his wife’s fears and needs. She was a complicated woman, but when she surrendered, her bliss was hard to overlook. Meghan craved their connection—craved his mastery over her.

  “What did you want?” he asked the deceptively simple question to see what she said.

  “I wanted you to take me to the tack room and tie my hands to an overhead hook.”

  “And then what?”

  “And then you’d take my face in your hands and look in my eyes.”

  Alex felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “And?”

  “You’d say, ‘You know what to do.’”

  Her eyes closed briefly. She was thinking about his command. When outside influences overcame his wife, he often had her stop, think, and then find her center.

  He asked, “Was there more or did you just need centering?”

  The blush and lip bite told him there was a lot more.

  “There’s always more. But it wasn’t about sex last night. When my anxiety was off the charts, I needed you.”

  Wrapping her in his arms, he held her tight. “Meghan, I don’t understand it either, but that way you feel when I take control? It’s similar for me. My mind focuses, and everything else just stops. It’s exhilarating and scary too.”

  “Promise me that won’t stop when the babies come. I really need it, Alex.”

  He sighed. They had no idea what the fuck they were doing and made shit up as they went along. He understood her fear that the kids would change things, but he hadn’t just been sitting around clipping his toenails while she was pregnant and there was nothing for him to do.

  He’d been diving deep. Reading everything he could. Personal anecdotes from other men who found themselves in a similar position were helpful. He didn’t give a shit about flowery words. He wanted the bottom line. Wanted to understand how to maintain the dynamic once it wasn’t just the two of them.

  “I love that everyone else sees this ball-busting nasty woman. And I really love that when it’s just us, you’re still those things but with an added twist. This is us, baby,” he told her. “Nothing will change. I know who I am and who you are.”