Unforgettable (Family Justice Book 5)

by Suzanne Halliday

  H-O-T. Hot.

  He was looking at her with a sexy gleam shining in his eyes. She knew she looked amazing but her husband’s expression sealed the deal.

  Dressed as a very pregnant Barbie, she’d gone with the iconic doll’s vintage look by pulling her long blonde hair into a high ponytail and doing her make-up with bright red lipstick and vibrant blue eye shadow. The big gold hoops at her ears were the perfect Barbie accessory. At Victoria’s nagging insistence, she’d chosen a short, breezy dress that made the most of her long, tanned legs while also showcasing her baby bump. Together, they made quite a sight with her as naughty Barbie and him as sizzling hot Ken.

  “I have an idea,” Cam drawled as his hands pulled her close and reached for her ass. “Fuck the party. Let’s stay in and find out if Ken’s legendary dong hits Barbie’s tingle spots.”

  She laughed and kissed him quickly. “Honey. Ken didn’t have anything in his pants. Didn’t you know?” she asked with a sly smile. “Confused the heck out of generations of little girls who couldn’t wait to peel Ken’s chinos off and get a look at what he packed. Nobody prepared us for Barbie having a eunuch boyfriend.”

  “Are you serious? You are, aren’t you?”

  Sighing, she snuggled against his warm, hard body. “Poor Ken. Barbie got boobs but he’s as smooth and bald as a baby’s bum.”

  Cameron took her hand and put it on an erection she’d been unaware of until this very second. Maybe bailing on the party at Pete’s wasn’t such a bad idea. Carmen had Dylan, Daniel and Bella at the big house so from that standpoint, they had hours of couple’s time to put to good use.

  His swollen cock pressed against the zipper of the slacks was turning her brain to mush. Just like that she forgot all about what they should be doing and doubled down with her questing fingers. Biting her lip, she watched her hand map his lovely bulge. Glad that his was the only male body she’d ever explored, Lacey got serious when her hand picked up a slight throb. It was intensely erotic knowing she was the cause of his response.

  “Easy, baby,” he warned her in a gruff voice. “You keep that up and Barbie’s pussy will be taking a pounding before we leave this house.”

  Hmm. If that was a threat he was in for a surprise.

  What would Barbie do?

  She stifled a wicked snigger and instead made a sullen pout appear on her face. Let’s see how he reacts to this.

  “There is no way I’m letting you out of this house with an obvious stiffy. Uh uh. No effing way, husband. Have enough on my plate without every costumed hussy in Bendover salivating over what’s mine.”

  In the minute it took him to get up to speed, she’d undone his belt, plus the button on his slacks and was lowering the zipper that would lead her to nirvana.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” her shocked and surprised husband growled when she reached into his briefs and audaciously fondled the warm, hard prize she found. “What the fuck, Lacey.”

  Aw! How sweet of him to say the word so she didn’t have to. “Yeah,” she purred. Licking the side of his face she leaned in and murmured, “that’s sort of what I had in mind.”

  She could see by his darting eyes that he was searching for a way to detour her objective. Good luck with that, she thought snarkily. Taking the bull, and Cameron, by his short hairs, she aggressively claimed him with a deep kiss and some cock fondling that was sure to bring him round to her way of thinking.

  He was a goner after that.

  “Kick off the loafers, Mr. Cameron, and lose the pants.”

  To say he moved at the speed of light wasn’t even a small exaggeration. When the pants, briefs and shoes were history, he stood proudly in the blue polo shirt with the hilarious pink sweater tied around his neck. She licked her lips at the sight of his beautiful manhood jutting in her direction.

  Since he was letting her call all the shots, she snickered, fondled him some more and laid out her plan.

  “This is how it’s going to go. First, I’m going to park my butt on that ottoman over there. Sorry but being on my knees is getting kind of hard.” She gave him an apologetic look that turned up the heat in his leer. “Then you’re going to come stand in front of me. Eye to eye,” she giggled. “I’ve got a wicked case of the munchies so expect to be eaten alive.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

  Lacey looked deep in his eyes and let her husband see the fire she could barely contain. Turning away, she sashayed to the ottoman and lowered, then simply fixed her gaze on his cock and called him to her with a crooked finger.

  He approached, without hurrying, stroking at a slow pace. She loved watching him handle his cock and balls. It was just so damn sexy. When he came to a halt in front of her, Cameron kept one hand around his cock and lifted the other to her face where he slid a finger into her mouth. She sucked on it, swirling her tongue the way he liked.

  Withdrawing his finger, he took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. “I come inside you. Understand?”

  She snickered and smacked his hand away from his cock. Taking control, she let out a satisfied moan and grinned when his solid flesh pulsed in her fingers. “Oh, don’t worry about that, baby.” She winked and bit her lip. “I was promised a pounding and that’s what I expect. Got it?”

  “Suck me, wife.”

  She thrilled at the hoarse passion in his words and went for it. Keeping eye contact as she opened her mouth to begin, Lacey saw the way his gaze raked her boldly. Even with her fully dressed he was beyond turned on. She was one lucky lady.

  Her lips were persuasive when it came time to shatter his control. Each time she pulled back for air, her mouth burned with desire. It was always this way with them. Driven by a fiery passion they did little to combat, she unleashed a toe-curling blow job that flooded her panties with need.

  Just about the time she started to lose control in a growing frenzy of uncontrolled lust, he took her by the throat and eased his beautifully throbbing cock from her mouth. Ribbons of saliva connected her swollen lips with the head of his sex. It was beautiful and carnal and set the stage for what she knew was coming.

  “Panties off,” he demanded.

  She wiggled out of the silk underwear and handed them off. He bunched the scrap of material into a ball and held it to his nose. It didn’t matter how many times she saw him do it. A thunderbolt of molten arousal set her insides on fire when he inhaled deeply and grunted.

  “On your knees Barbie. Show me your pretty ass.”

  Lacey dropped like a stone, going to her knees and arching her back as she got into a comfortable position. He dropped a pillow from the sofa next to her head.

  “Get comfortable, Mrs. Cameron. You made me so hard it’s gonna take some effort to get off.”

  Scrunching the big pillow up, she leaned into it and wiggled her butt. When he lifted her dress and pushed it up around her waist, she heard his sharp inhale followed immediately by his fingers gently teasing her slit.

  Was she wet? Oh hell yeah. Just the way he liked her. And a fresh surge of moisture poured into her pussy when he reached under her growing belly and flicked his fingers on her needy clit. Cameron knew exactly how to touch her for maximum arousal.

  “Mmm. Yes,” he groaned. “Sweet little nub.” He tapped on it over and over until she whimpered and pushed her face into the pillow. “What do you need, baby?”

  There was an answer to that question, she was sure of it, but his fingers tickling the bundle of nerves and the way her pussy throbbed made it impossible to speak. He took advantage of her silence. Pushing a finger inside her wet channel, he plucked at her clit at the same time. She whimpered, shook, and wiggled her butt begging for more.

  He growled, “Fuck,” and withdrew both hands. Grabbing her hips, he moved her around until he was satisfied with her position. With a hand on her back to keep her down, she felt the head of his cock tease her opening.

  “Hold on, baby,” he murmured.

  Prepared for him to claim her with hard passion, Lacey c
ompletely melted down when he entered her at the slowest of paces while showering her with dirty words about how much he loved fucking her and how sweet her pussy was.

  It was slow. And wet.

  Never speeding up, Cameron stroked deep and sure. Each time he slid inside he’d pause when his cock was buried balls deep to tell her how much he loved her. Then he’d slowly pull out, pause again, and start the slow sexy slide all over.

  She came without warning, crying out and squeezing his cock with her muscles.

  “That’s right, baby. Come all over my cock until it’s dripping down my balls. Show me how much you love being fucked.”

  Yep. No problem. It was deep, dirty and all encompassing. Her body jerked and trembled as the orgasm went on and on. When she was finished and her brain started working again, Lacey marveled at Cameron’s control. He never changed tempo. Just kept on stroking slowly. Finally, he sank deep, held her hips and grunted a few times. She felt the delicious pulses of his cock unloading inside her.

  Afterward, he pulled out just as slowly. She heard his satisfied moan as his heavy cock left her and the dripping he spoke of slid along her inner thigh.

  “Now that’s a beautiful sight.”

  She turned her head on the pillow and looked back at him. He was staring at her exposed ass and pussy. Was his come escaping her body? Is that what held his attention? She liked how knowing he came inside her made him feel.

  Rolling to her side, she lay on the carpet and stared up at her husband.

  “Barbie needs her panties,” she quipped after a long minute.

  He grinned like an idiot. “Want me to clean up the mess I made?”

  His sexy snicker was almost her undoing. Almost.

  “No. I kind of like the idea of going to the party with questionable panties. Sounds dirty doesn’t it?”

  He helped her shimmy into the silk underwear and then helped her up from the floor. Such a gentleman. Taking his pregnant wife on the floor with her bottom in the air as he held her down was one thing, but letting her struggle awkwardly to her feet? Absolutely not.

  She started to laugh. He stopped and looked at her face with an intensity that only made her laugh harder. Sometimes, when he stared at her like he was now, she found glimpses of the über serious, non-smiling man who rescued her when she was at her lowest point. But the impression was fleeting because even with his most stern expression, now all she saw was the love in his eyes.

  Straightening the sweater around his neck, she gave his softening manhood a wry glance. “Put your pants on Ken. We’ve got a Halloween shindig waiting for us.”

  Watching him wriggle into the slim fitting pants was pretty darn hot. So was checking out his hands as he took care of the belt and buckle. This was new. The hands and belt fascination. She was blaming the baby hormones, because there was no other way to explain away her new found preoccupation with all things leather or how one glimpse of Cameron’s big, sturdy hands had her slipping off her undies.

  They checked each other out to make sure they didn’t arrive at Pete’s showing some horrifyingly embarrassing clue of what they’d just done. He pretended her boobs were lopsided and then spent five amusing minutes fondling her while she stood with hands on waist and tapped her foot.

  Satisfied that they were ready for prime time, they clasped hands and made for the door.

  “I think it’s pretty safe to say we are the ultimate Ken and Barbie couple.”

  “How so?” She asked.

  Patting her bottom as she walked past while he held the door open, her husband gave Lacey a wolfish growl followed by a leering smirk.

  “Because I’m sure if Ken had the balls, he’d have humped bad ass Barbie before every public appearance.”

  She liked how his mind worked. “So what you’re really saying is, Barbie constantly had her panties soaked?”

  “Works for me,” he crowed with comic arrogance. “And know what else works?”

  She answered his smirk with her own as he helped her into the car. “Do tell.”

  “When we get home? You, me, in the bath. I read somewhere that after a non-gentlemanly fuck, a man should always follow up with some sorry pampering.”

  “Ooh. Sorry pampering. I like how that sounds. Is this something the men voted on or a Cameron original?”

  After rounding the car, he got in and buckled his seatbelt then smiled broadly and said, “Baby, that one’s a Jason Cameron original.”

  She beamed when he used his given name.

  “Then I’ll make sure you receive full attributable credit when I share it with the girls.”

  A huge laugh boomed from his mouth before he took her hand, the one wearing his ring, and pressed a kiss on her knuckles.

  “Fuck my life,” he drawled. “Nothing’s ever private with the Justice ladies.”

  Oh, she thought with a burble of internal laughter. He had no idea.

  Tori turned around and looked over her shoulder into the full-length mirror just to be sure she was properly put together. A short giggle shot from her throat when she got an eyeful of her costume.

  Draegyn is going to love this.

  Because he was roped into wearing a garish T-shirt from a nineties movie as his costume, she figured it was the perfect time to assume a secret agent persona for Pete’s Halloween party. Made perfect sense to her. Since 007 wasn’t able to suit up tonight, she’d fill the void with St. John-style panache.

  It took her a while to come up with a look. Her first idea had been to dress like Natasha of cartoon Boris and Natasha fame. That led to considering Agent 99 from the classic spy sitcom, Get Smart.

  Both looks were boring as dirt. In desperation she considered Nancy Drew and then came to her damn senses. Weren’t there any sexy dressing female secret agents?

  Emma Peele, also boring. There was always Charlie’s Angels, Wonder Woman or Black Widow from the Avengers, but everything she came up with felt clichéd.

  And her mama didn’t raise a cliché.

  Inspiration hit one night when she stumbled on a cartoon movie that made her sit up, take notes and laugh like hell. She found the perfect outfit for the female secret agent she wanted to imitate. Mrs. Incredible AKA Helen Parr or to cartoon aficionados everywhere, crime fighting superhero, Elastigirl.

  Would her husband enjoy the skintight red cat suit, thigh high black boots and long black gloves? Hell yeah. And he’d like it even more later tonight when she ditched the modest top for a see-thru red bra and whipped out the leather crop she liked to play with when she hit her Dominatrix stride. Draegyn never failed to laugh at her efforts—usually right before she made him eat those snickers with a seduction guaranteed to push all his buttons.

  A growl that could only belong to her husband came from the dressing room door. “What the hell do we have here?”

  She turned, put a hand on one cocked hip, adjusted her black eye mask and pursed her lips. “One of us has to bring the St. John.”

  He cracked up at her snarky comeback. “How do I look?” Nothing was funnier than Draegyn St. John striking a Napoleon pose dressed in jeans and a Clueless T-shirt. A girl’s T-shirt. And since he’d stopped bothering to shave most days he resembled the combination of a bearded Brad Pitt, Ryan Gosling and Alexander Skarsgård mashed up into the sexiest man alive.

  “I’d shag you,” she retorted with a cheeky wink.

  “Well you fucking better,” he said with a snort of indignation. “I’ve dropped a boat load of expensive jewelry on your ass the past few weeks, woman. I think that entitles me to maximum use. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  He was kidding, right?

  “Shugah,” she drawled, imitating her mother’s southern twang, “the only thing that jewelry earned you was the key to the front door. You’re still on probation for that little stunt you pulled.”

  “I thought you said I could make it up to you. If I remember correctly the way back into your heart was with either my tongue or cock in your pussy. Following simple directions is my
thing. I mean, look at my poor tongue,” he goofed with it hanging out of his mouth. “It’s exhausted. Thank god Dick Hardstone is up for the task.”

  Dick Hardstone. The man had a wicked sense of humor. What could she say to match his comment and drive him crazy at the same time? Turning on her flirtation torch to full flame, Tori simpered like a pro and did one of those coy, poor-little-girly-girl poses. His eyes flared at the provocation.

  “There is one piece of jewelry I particularly like though.”

  “Tell me which one and I’ll buy you a dozen more.”

  She leaned against his warm body and whispered softly next to his ear. “I like the jeweled plug. You’re right. It makes me feel like a princess.”

  He didn’t miss the opportunity she handed him. Tori almost laughed cause he made it so easy.

  “Baby, when we get home later? How about you wear nothing but a rope of pearls and your pretty plug?”

  She smiled, ran her finger across his chin and turned to leave.

  “I’m wearing it right now. Not the pearls, obviously. But the plug? Yeah. That’s happening.”

  “Victoria,” he barked as she left their bedroom.

  Tori kept walking, making sure her hips rocked out a message he wasn’t likely to ignore.

  “Come on Mr. Hardstone. Get your sexy ass in gear. Time to party hard!”

  He caught up with her in the elevator. She almost took the steps until the thought of him trapping her in the small space and pinning her to the wall made her change her mind.

  Draegyn St. John. Arrogant master of all he perceived did not disappoint. He had her against the wall with his rock hard thigh between her legs before the door closed. Kissing her with a ferocity that made her shake with need, he felt up her ass through the costume, satisfying his curiosity through a tactile exploration that she was indeed sporting the sexy little plug.

  As he walked her to their car with all the formality of Prince Phillip escorting the Queen, he grunted and said, “Have you heard any talk of Calder’s new invention?”