Broken Justice (Justice Brothers) by Suzanne Halliday

sex in the soft cotton molded to his body.
    Not having any experience whatsoever in what a real, live, fully-grown man looked like in his underwear, Lacey couldn’t help but indulge her curiosity as she took in the full measure of the man before her. She’d seen a famous sports celebrity hawking the type of boxers he had on in an ad. Even passed out with sickness, he looked better than the guy had in the magazine she’d seen. Clearly he wasn’t a tighty whities kind of guy and considering what was staring her in the face, she was unexpectedly glad.
    The elastic band of the snug, grey cotton boxer briefs slung low beneath his navel revealing v-shaped lower abs that disappeared behind the soft fabric. Naturally slim-hipped, the boxers clung to the tops of his bulging, muscular thighs in a way that made Lacey’s mind go blank. It was the pouch where his private parts were that almost made her stop breathing. The snug cotton clung to his manhood leaving very little to the imagination, even for an inexperienced and slightly naïve imagination.
    Feeling like a naughty voyeur, she cleared her throat while staring shamelessly. The rounded spheres of his balls supported the outline of a penis that she could clearly make out where it lay against his groin, almost topping out of the waistband. Even passed out, his virility screamed loud and clear as she mapped the impressive length and fat head of his staff. Yeah, there was no denying it - he was devastatingly gorgeous.
    What the hell was she doing? Lacey’s mind screamed as her conscience tapped on her shoulder with a snappy reminder that she was ogling an unconscious man. Well, she was only human after all and her dark knight was one mouth-watering sight capable of drenching the panties of a nun, if truth were told.
    Yanking her messy ponytail over her shoulder, she cleared her throat yet again and tried unsuccessfully to pull her wayward thoughts back in to line. Fantasizing about some hot guy was a luxury Lacey hadn’t had time for in her daily struggle to survive. She’d been fierce in her determination to get past the limitations visited upon her life by those who should have been taking care of a young and growing child. All the normal teenage things like having girlfriends, make-up, boys, dating, clothes, pop culture, going to prom, and even graduating from high school had been totally absent and left unfulfilled.
    With a self-conscious grimace, she admitted that something as simple and innocent as enjoying the sight of a good-looking guy was an extravagance she’d never indulged in. Keeping herself together and safe was a tall order that dominated every waking hour and seeped into her dreams. While young women her age were daydreaming about careers, weddings, a house in the suburbs with a mini-van in the driveway, and a hunky husband mowing the lawn, Lacey’s fanciful musings were more basic like having a real bed to sleep in, enough to eat and some money in her pocket. Cameron’s passed out form shot right past all those basics and struck her emotionally in a place she didn’t know existed.
    Looking around the room, she spied a shallow plastic container that could be filled with water so she could get a cold compress on his head to help lower his body temperature. The bathroom was a disaster but he managed not to vomit all over the place, a small blessing that allowed Lacey to focus on other things like the sick man she felt compelled to help.
    Several hours passed with no improvement in Cameron’s condition. In fact, the fever and shaking only seemed to increase. Lacey’s anxiety spiked higher and higher as she struggled to stay ahead of the escalating problems. Biting her lip and frowning with concentration, she tried pressing a cold washcloth to his forehead but the fever seemed to be raging out of control. When that didn’t get the desired results she went one step further, running the cooling cloth over his impressive torso.
    He certainly was something to