“You want to tell everyone about our daughter? I know you, Ponytail. No way is that a secret. He glanced at his watch and chuckled. “In fact, I’m giving it about ten minutes before the Major and Irish hear the news.”
Lacey adored Alex. He represented a sort of surrogate dad. Cam could always tell if something was bothering her by how much time she spent at the Villa. Plus, Meghan was her female touchstone. She liked the ladylike but very sexy vibe the curvy redhead put off. Tori might be Lacey’s first real friend but the Major’s spouse represented everything his wife associated with being a woman. In some ways, she even looked a bit like Lacey’s mom.
They’d be the first to hear their happy news.
“Help me up, Daddy,” she chirped with her hand waving in the air.
He shushed Dylan off his lap and stood up to lend his wife a hand. Once she was on her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed along his chin.
“I love you Jason Cameron.”
He schooled himself not to flinch. This was Lacey’s new thing. Interjecting his birth name here and there. He knew what she was doing. They didn’t live in a bubble. And their kids didn’t need the blowback from his complicated childhood to put a damper on things. She was conditioning him to hear the name and not immediately freak out.
And she was smart about it too. As usual, it was the youngest of the Justice wives with her double helping of old-soul wisdom that made him open his eyes. Suggesting that if the name bothered him so much, perhaps he should legally change it and just move the hell on, she’d forced him to really confront his issues.
His birth mother was a fucking mess and that’s pretty much the sum total of his memory where she was concerned. His ambivalence toward his name stemmed from the way she said it. He wasn’t dumb. Even as a kid he knew she saw him as a burden.
But he was a man now. And had lived several lifetimes in his time on this earth. Having Dylan opened his eyes to a lot of things. Yeah, his mom was fucked up, but she chose to bring him into the world when ending an unwanted pregnancy wasn’t very complicated.
Lacey even said it was okay to admit a strong dislike akin to hatred for the woman but at the same time he had to give her props for giving him life. Something his very sensible wife said she gave thanks for every day. Pointing out that she’d still be struggling and that Dylan wouldn’t be here if not for him kind of settled his acrimonious relationship with his past.
He was Jason Cameron. Husband to Lacey. Father of Dylan. And soon to be dad to what he hoped and prayed would be a miniature version of her mother.
“Thank you.”
He looked at her face and saw nothing but love shining back at him.
“For what?” he asked.
“For taking a chance on a homeless girl and for giving me a life filled with so much love, sometimes I feel I might burst.”
Dylan was clutching the denim on Cam’s legs and hauling his ass up till he was standing.
Cam put his big hand on Lacey’s belly.
“I love you more than you imagine.”
“I imagine a lot,” she purred.
“And I love you even more.”
“Ma! Da!” Dylan hollered.
They looked at each other and laughed. Cam scooped his rambunctious son into his arms and blew loud farts everywhere his mouth landed as Dylan giggled and squirmed.
“Hey!” Cam said with a happy laugh. “Guess who’s got a baby sister coming?”
Dylan laughed as if the funniest thing ever recorded had just happened. Soon Lacey was giggling too so Cam joined in.
He wondered for a second or two if his son knew something his mom and him didn’t—then shrugged off the feeling.
He had a wife. A son. And next a daughter.
Holy. Shitballs.
4
“Oh hush,” Tori chided. “You’re worse than Daniel.”
She was straddling her husband’s lap as she went about smoothing a series of serums and balms onto his face and neck. And what was Draegyn doing while she fixated on saving his skin? Why, taking liberties with her ass of course. He was a St. John, after all.
Oh yeah, and he was bitching up a storm about her turning him into an exfoliating pussy.
“What the hell is all this stuff?” her sexy alpha growled. “That one smells like shit.”
“Does not!” she yelped. “That’s kiwi fruit you smell.”
“Oh yeah? Well, whatever. Fuck the kiwi.”
Tori laughed and leaned down for a firm, smacking kiss. These days her relationship-challenged husband had a hard time arguing with her. Even as a joke. Something about the two of them piloting their marriage into a steep descent on its way to an epic crash and burn woke them up in a hurry.
Plus, there was that whole trying to get pregnant thing.
Despite thinking she was, they’d been shocked when her period came. With a vengeance. Rather than hide from the disappointment, they talked it through. A new experience for them and one she was glad they confronted.
Deciding that a baby made after the air cleared and their relationship reset was a blessing in disguise, they turned on the baby making engine, set the controls to high and pretty much sucked, fucked and orgasmed their way through every day. And accomplished it all with a smile, a wink, and a naughty slap on the ass. Much better than arguing or the free-falling post-partum anxiety of the past.
She was a happy, happy wife.
“Just for that,” she teased while plopping a glob of cream on the end of his nose. “I’m making kiwi salad for lunch.”
He swatted her bottom to show he was not amused. “Maybe later we’ll try out that ball gag in your satchel of dirty toys. Give me a break from that snappy mouth.”
Her instant shudder was totally spontaneous. Something about the sexy equipment made her nervous. Having the intelligence and ability to level the tallest redwood with words, regardless of her tiny stature, had always been Tori’s go-to defense mechanism. Rendering her speechless would put her in unknown territory.
At the same time, the idea of communicating through grunts, groans and screams seemed unbearably hot and very intriguing.
“Close your eyes.”
He complied and she swept a silky cream across his skin, gently rubbing it into his handsome face with light, caressing strokes.
She smiled as her fingers stroked his magnificent cheekbones. Men had no clue about this kind of stuff. He’d spent years baking in the sun during his military days. And ever since had lived in the desert southwest. Draegyn St. John was one of those men who muted every sunscreen commercial and rolled his eyes at the Justice ladies and their never ending supply of sun protection in the form of hats and parasols. It was her wifely duty to save him from his own stupidity.
“I like this lingerie,” he told her. Having closed his eyes he took advantage of the sensory deprivation with a painstakingly tactile examination of the body suit she wore. Muttering nonsensical alpha bullshit about one-piece lingerie being Satan’s idea of a joke, he’d vowed to tear the flimsy thing off her later.
Finished with her daily regimen of husbandly skin care, Tori nestled onto his wide chest and sighed. She sighed again when his arms came around her and held tight.
He let her have the quiet romantic moment for about two minutes and then reminded her who the hell she married. Draegyn was a lot of things, and being an insatiable provocateur when it came to their sex life was his natural setting. Keeping up with him was her pleasure in more ways than one.
His hand slid down her back and made straight for the crack of her lingerie-covered butt. Finding the top of the plug he’d inserted earlier, he pressed on it and growled.
“Ass training my wife is shit loads of hot fun.”
A sly smile crept onto her face. She had absolutely no clue why making love with her sexy secret agent hubby in such an audacious way held such appeal. Maybe the thrill of something forbidden. Or maybe it was just because that’s the way they were.
Because her life
was all Justice, all the time, it’s not much of a surprise that she and Draegyn had ended up having a long conversation with Heather. Poor woman must have thought they were nucking futz and it wouldn’t surprise Tori in the least if she wondered what moving to Arizona had gotten her in to. Almost overnight she became everyone’s resource and referral person for all kinds of crazy shit.
Heather hadn’t wasted time, making it clear that she wasn’t going to counsel anyone, but she would share resources that might be helpful.
Where she and Draegyn were concerned, her thoughtful suggestions seemed weird at first and then they both got it.
Living a red hot sex life with a mutual adventurous streak isn’t the same as having a solid relationship. Their issue was communication. Heather’s suggestion went lightyears beyond setting aside time to talk. What she offered them was the date night scenario—with plenty of twists. Drawing on their wild side for guidance, she sent them both random articles and yes, pins for a Pinterest Board about ways to liven up couple’s nights.
Tori became an immediate convert. For their first staged date, he’d taken her to a fancy dinner in town and then driven them out to Vortice Amore for what turned out to be a memorable night. The object of it all was to have fun. But there could be no touching beyond hand holding. No kissing. No stroking her face or grabbing her hair. And she couldn’t rub her fingers all over his muscled chest or casually brush her fingers over his erection at the dinner table.
They were to communicate their physical actions with words. At first they’d laughed and had a bit of fun. It was challenging of course but by the time they were alone, under the stars at the special love spot reserved for the exclusive use of the Justice men, they were on verbal fire.
Making one concessional adjustment to the instructions, they decided dancing was okay. Not dirty dancing. Not Tori using her sexy as fuck husband as an anchor for a pole dance routine. Dignified dancing. As if they were in public.
And oh my god. Talk about putting the St. John sizzle in hot, by the time Draegyn finished with her she’d been thoroughly ravished. Without touching, he fucked her body with his words. Those words unleashed a flood of raw desires from both of them. Some surprising, some sweetly romantic. Because that’s how they were. Her husband had a poetic lovey-dovey side a mile wide. And he was a creative and insatiable lover. Their recent troubles, and the reality of almost losing everything, brought out all those traits, dusted them off and set them loose.
Thank god.
Which explains how she found herself straddling her hunky husband’s lap, dressed in a nearly see-thru body suit that was in no way practical, with a crystal butt plug quite lovingly inserted in her ass. Their signature brand of St. John raunch did not need approval from anyone but them. She fucking adored this man and knew without hesitation that he was more in love with her today than ever.
What perfect fertile ground for them to plant the next seed in their growing family. And if they did it with a wild fuck and maybe a butt plug ball gag combo, well, it’d give them something to blush about in the years ahead.
She wiggled her ass and purred when he kept up his naughty groping. The flimsy lingerie did nothing to stop her flowing wetness from drenching the briefs he wore. Even if she wanted to she couldn’t stop her body’s carnal reaction to the hard ridge she was grinding on.
Everything about him seemed big and solid, so as she squirmed on his lap it felt to Tori like she was small and fragile. He could literally destroy her with the strength of his hands. His bigness, her smaller body and how they fit together never failed to turn her on.
His hands cupped both cheeks of her ass and lifted her higher when Tori started licking and nipping his chest. Draegyn liked her mouth on his neck so she hungrily obliged until both of them were breathing heavily.
He returned her ardor with abandon, pulling on the top of the bodysuit until the straps snapped and he could push it down. Her breasts freed, he mauled them with his mouth, teeth and hands until Tori was writhing frantically.
Groaning his name, she gave in to the power of his desire.
“Rise up,” he demanded in a rough growl.
She rose on her knees, clutching at his shoulders, overcome with need as she felt him wiggle and shift beneath her. From the corner of her eye she caught the movement of his underwear being tossed across the room. Then he pushed her away from him, grabbed the front of the flimsy body suit and ripped it in two. His hands made fast work of tearing at the leg openings until she was completely naked on top of her equally naked husband.
His hand went to her ass and worked the plug just slightly, enough to get a low moan from her and a shudder of arousal from both of them.
“Draegyn, please,” she whimpered.
His voice was deep. Hoarse from the raw desire gripping him. “Take my cock, Victoria. Take it deep, baby. I need your pussy.”
Draegyn held his cock as she positioned on top of him. She wiggled her ass, enjoying the sensation of the plug. Coating his hard length with her arousal, she had her tongue down his throat when she finally caught the plump smooth head of his considerable cock with her body and started to lower onto him.
The plug made the fit tighter than usual. He grunted. She shook and groaned. Pushing onto her husband’s throbbing cock was challenging even with the flood of wet desire drenching them.
“Victoria,” he groaned when the kiss broke and they came up for air. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you feel.”
This was one area where they had no trouble communicating. She didn’t even consider what they did as dirty talk. Not really. Yeah, the words they used were raw and generally as crude as possible but there was truth in every word.
“Oh, my god Draegyn,” she groaned and purred all at once. “It feels so good. Your cock,” she murmured with a shudder.
He twirled the plug in her ass and she gasped. She felt his fingers all around her hole, touching her, reading with his mind what his touch revealed. He gently moved the small device in and out. Tori quivered all over and sank the last way down until his substantial hardness was buried in her body.
He continued working the plug in her ass as she ground her pelvis and began riding.
“When I take your ass Victoria, I want you on your knees. Spread open with your hands.”
His words were like throwing kerosene on a fire. A fresh flood leaked from her body. Rising up, she whimpered when the fat head of his beautiful cock teased her opening and reduced her to a quivering mess. Plunging down, Tori cried out as Draegyn’s swollen cock filled her. His hands on her ass and the way he pressed on the plug at the perfect moment during penetration reduced her to a savage.
She fucked him hard. Every time he grunted, she squeezed her inner muscles and trembled with desire.
“Baby,” he groaned. “Oh god, Victoria. You fuck so beautifully.”
It was all beginning to coalesce inside her in that place where pleasure destroys the senses. His incredible manhood deep inside her. His teeth nibbling her breasts and destroying her nipples. The sound of their heavy breathing. The dirty sloppy wet noise her body made with each plunge. The sexy plug in her ass pressing on his cock and the way it sent shockwaves of pleasure rolling through her.
Their movements became frantic. Less sexy and more demanding. Her body picked up speed as she gyrated on his beautiful dick.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled. “Give that pussy what it wants, Victoria.”
Draegyn grabbed her hips and took control of her movements. Thrusting beneath her, he slammed her body down each time he surged upwards. She started seeing stars.
Her body tightened. He grunted wildly and set a furious pace.
At the moment when a ferocious climax started to break free, he demanded she come, slammed her onto his cock as he bucked up, and bellowed like a wild animal.
She cried out. “Draegyn!” He grunted and surged into her. The orgasm he gave her emptied Victoria’s mind. Even though every muscle in her body was tight with str
ain, she went limp and surrendered to the wild pulsing pleasure his loving demanded.
Shaking uncontrollably, she felt like a rag doll in his strong hands as he answered her climax with a thundering roar as his cock jerked and pulsed deep inside.
Knowing he was filling Tori’s insides with his seed made her quiver even more. This was exactly how she and her sexy secret agent were going to make a baby. It would be hot and carnal and just this side of being out of control kinky.
“Fill me with your love, Draegyn” she groaned as her body shook.
“Ah, baby,” he answered in a raw voice. “I’m gonna fuck-love you until your pussy can’t take any more. And then come back for more.”
She collapsed, sated and content on his big body. He stayed inside her for a long time. When her husband removed the plug and then slid from her body, she released a low, mournful whimper.
“Don’t you worry, Mrs. St. John,” he murmured into her hair when he held her close. “There’s plenty more to come.”
He snickered at the unintended pun. She smiled and asked, “Is fuck-love our new thing?”
“Yes. Saves time. No need to remind you how much I love you before fucking you like a slut. You know the score, wife.”
Tori had to laugh. The man had a way with words. “You’ve turned me into such a bad girl.”
“If that was bad, we have to talk.” Nuzzling his face into the hair by her ear, she shivered when he murmured. “Feeling my good girl come all over my cock is far from bad. And when you come on my fingers while my cock is fucking your ass, we’ll go back and re-evaluate bad if you think it’s necessary.”
Smiling, she snuggled against him and sighed. She’d be his bad good girl any time.
5
They were in a corner of the yard discussing how to set up the tables for family night when Bella left the back patio where she’d been drawing on the concrete with chalk paint, and walked toward the front patio sliders.
Brody smiled as he watched her. The kid was amazing times a million. Decked out in what he thought of as Bella’s uniform, she wore her favorite pink shorts—the ones with the ruffles on the legs—and a cute flowery top.
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