I laughed at the determined yet rushed look on her face.
“What?”
I stilled her hands. “Patience.”
“But…”
I leaned forward and hovered above her face. “Baby, I’d love nothing more than to whip my dick out and fuck you senseless, right now, but I need to taste you first.” I proceeded to kiss her swollen lips as my hand trailed down to cup her heat. “Right here. See if you’re just as sinful as that mouth of yours.”
The woman’s chocolate eyes darkened. “Theo,” she said breathless and squeaked when my thumb added pressure to the junction between her thighs, making her squirm.
I smirked. “You’re a wildcat in bed, aren’t you?” My lips trailed down her body, not caring what her answer was. When I reached her waist, I paused to look up at her. “Take off your bra, Morgan,” I ordered as I began to shimmy her shorts down from her hips. She released the front catch to it as she lifted her hips to aid me with stripping her lower half.
“Theo?” Morgan lay bared to me, and I had yet to move from between her legs, transfixed by her sex. When I didn’t say anything, I felt her emotionally pull away, soon followed with her attempt at a physical withdrawal.
“Don’t move,” I growled and reached out to run the back of my fingers over her moist lips, mostly bared, except for a small patch of trimmed hair above her pubic bone. “You’re beautiful,” I said with reverence. My eyes moved up to meet hers. “All of you, Morgan. Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Theo,” she whispered and reached for me.
I shook my head and quickly shifted so my face hovered above her pelvis. “Patience,” I repeated, trailing a finger through her slit, delighting in the scent of her body wash mixed with the one of unmistakable desire.
I lowered my face, keeping my eyes fused to her bewildered ones.
“Theo!” She cried as my thumbs opened her up and my tongue flicked her clit. “I don’t think…”
“Don’t think, baby. Just enjoy.”
“But-”
“Hasn’t anyone…?” I let my words trail. She blushed. “Seriously?” She shook her head indicating the negative. “You mean to say-?”
“No!” Morgan said exasperated. “No one’s eaten me out since him, all right? I-I don’t taste good, okay? Is that what you want to hear?” I could tell she was embarrassed. Hell, the tension in her body had her strung tight like a bow that was about to snap.
“Baby-”
She shook her head. “Just don’t, okay? Let’s drop it. I don’t need your pity.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Well…”
“What I pity are the idiots that never took the time to taste you.”
“What?”
I ignored her reply, giving her a lick from bottom to top, twirling my tongue around her nub, and finished off with a quick flick that had her thighs quivering. “Yep, I was right the first time. You’re delicious, baby.”
It didn’t take much to halt her protesting as her hips came up off the mattress, aimed straight for my mouth on my next assault. I took her action as agreement and wrapped my lips around her pearl, sucking her, and pushed a finger into her core.
“Oh!”
Her hips began to ride the combination of my mouth and hand. I pulled away, engrossed in her many faces of bliss and added a second finger.
“Damn, baby.” I kissed the inside of her quivering thigh. “You’re so close.”
“I need you now, Theo,” she said between pants.
“Not yet, baby. I want to feel you explode on my tongue.”
“No!”
“Yes.” I growled, and then latched onto her clit and she collapsed onto her back, fisting her hands in the plastic sheeting as she succumbed to my ministrations. I reached for her sweet spot. “Give in, baby. Give it all to me. I promise I’ll take care of you.” It’s all it took as her body bucked and her flavour coated my tongue on a cry that resonated off the walls.
My cock ached against the zip to my jeans, and I was quick to undo my belt and the like, shoving my pants and underwear down my hips before settling over her body.
By the time I’d reached her face, she pulled my head down to capture my lips with hers.
My length was pushed into the cradle of her thighs and I ground myself against her slickness. It would be so easy to just sink myself inside her.
The thought had my body stiffening. “Fuck,” I mumbled against her lips and buried my head in the crook of her neck.
“What is it?” Morgan asked, her fingertips trailing over my spine.
“Please tell me you have condoms.”
She shook her head. “I threw them out after…”
I lifted my head to look at her, brow arched. “Are you saying that you-?”
She shook her head. “Not since Richard.”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Well, yeah. Things weren’t… After he… I’ve been on the pill for years, but I just never trusted him to-”
I fused my lips to hers and pulled away to look her in the eyes. “I don’t want to hear about him.” I kissed her hard again. “We can wait, do other things, until we have condoms. I wouldn’t mind another taste of-”
She shook her head. “You’re clean?”
I was taken back by her question. I’d never gone without a rubber before, and what was strange was that the thought of doing so didn’t bother me in the slightest when it came down to Morgan. “I was given a complete workup before my discharge. I’m clean and I haven’t been with anyone since…well, in over three years.”
At that moment, her legs lifted and wrapped themselves around my ass where she squeezed me closer to her core. My eyes widened. “Please,” she said.
I reached down between us and grabbed my shaft. The hold of her legs slackened a bit and I dragged my tip across the length of her slit, watching her reaction. “You’re sure?” I teased her clit with the head of my cock.
Shivering, she moaned and tilted her head back, her eyes closing. “Please,” she whispered, sounding pained this time as her breathing grew heavier. “I need to feel you, all of you. Come inside me, Theo.”
“Eyes. Give me your eyes.” It’s all I needed to say as I positioned myself at her entrance and began to push in until she took me to the hilt.
The woman panted, her eyes glazed over, her lips pursed, and her skin flushed. I couldn’t begin to describe how she felt wrapped around me, and I had yet to move. Damn, she was tight, and I was terrified of humiliating myself like some horny teenager. I knew I wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination, and the slight tension in her brow told me that a little pain had come with the pleasure of my invasion. I waited, regaining my bearings, letting her adjust.
Nuzzling her nose, I pressed my lips to hers in a tender kiss. “Okay?”
“You feel amazing.” Awe laced her words.
I chuckled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” I pulled back and thrust in, and then I did it again, keeping things slow, savouring the silken feel of her heated depths, despite my desire to pound into her, find quick relief, and then rush to the next round. Had it been a decade ago, hell, even three years ago, that’s what I’d have done. But this right here, with Morgan, was different. This moment of ours needed to be savored. She needed to be savored…worshipped.
When Morgan’s hands squeezed my ass, I upped my tempo.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled, my face buried in the pillow next to her head, grinding my pelvis into hers.
“Oh, God! I’m going to come!”
“Not yet.”
“Theo!”
“Wait for me, baby.” I was so close. A few more thrusts would do it, and when it did, I cried out, “Now, baby! Let go!”
Her body stiffened and shook beneath me. She cried her release which I captured with my mouth, as I groaned mine into hers, feeling her core clamp down on me like a vice to the point I could barely move inside her.
Breathless, but refusing to a
llow any distance, I slid back and forth inside her, bringing us back down from our cloud of bliss. I kept from crushing her body with mine by leaning on my elbows, our mouths sharing the air, our faces were so close.
In a sudden manoeuvre, she tucked her head into my neck and hugged me tight before I heard her soft, “Two.”
“Two what, baby?” I asked, rolling us over to our sides, careful to keep us connected.
“Orgasms,” she mumbled against the skin of my chest.
My arms wrapped around her tight. I understood what she meant by that, and I was floored that as beautiful as she was, as forward as she could be, that she was bashful with certain aspects of sex, mainly talking about it.
“I hope that’s not a complaint.” I laughed, kissing the top of her head, and giving her another quick squeeze.
Her head lifted. Her eyes shimmered, and her lips quirked up. “No, I’m definitely not complaining.” That quirking of her lips turned into what I could only describe as a devilish grin. Her hand roamed from my shoulder to stop and stroke my nipple before she brought her mouth to it to nip and then suckle. “My only complaint is that I have to wait until you’re ready to go again.”
Chapter 22
As I set to prove to Morgan that her waiting time was practically non-existent, reality set in that our escapade wasn’t meant for a second round as a door slammed and a set of footsteps could be heard downstairs.
My lips froze on their descent to pay homage to Morgan’s chest as I pulled back and stared at her, shock in equal measure.
“Auntie Morgan! Auntie Morgan!” a little voice yelled as little feet hit the stairwell.
Beneath me, panic took over Morgan’s face. “Oh, fuck!” she said, and next thing I knew, she was shoving at my shoulders without much success at bucking me off. “Quick, get dressed!”
She didn’t have to tell me twice, but before I could move, my body froze as I heard, “Auntie Morgan, where are you?” from the little one who wasn’t very far from the bedroom we were in.
“I’ll be right there, munchkin!” she shouted at the same time a woman called out, “Savi, get your tiny butt back down here, missy!” Little feet stopped and then proceeded closer.
My eyes played between the bedroom door and Morgan’s wide gaze. “Who…what?” I sputtered.
“I’ll tell you in a bit,” Morgan whispered. “Just get off of me and cover up before-”
Just like the front door, the bedroom door slammed open and a little girl of about five or six stood in the entryway with her blonde pigtails, huffing and puffing for air through a few missing teeth. Before any of us could say anything, Savi beat us to the punch.
“Mommy, there’s a man in Auntie Morgan’s room and he’s squishing her!” she squealed, another set of footsteps now making their way toward us in a hurried fashion.
My jaw dropped and then my body began to shake with laughter to which Morgan groaned and let her head fall back to the mattress while grumbling “Tattletale” to the little girl.
“I was just hugging her,” I fibbed. It seemed like a plausible enough excuse for a child her age.
“Savannah, get out of there!” A woman came running in, coming to a dead halt behind the little girl as soon as her eyes met our compromising position. “Oh, God! Cover your eyes, baby, turn around, and go downstairs to the kitchen.” A deep crimson suffused her face as she averted her eyes from us. “I’m so sorry, guys,” she said in total mortification.
Instead of doing what she was told, the kid crossed her arms in a gesture of defiance, looked up at her mother and asked, “Mommy, why’s that man hugging Auntie without his shirt on?”
Thank God for small reprieves in the form of bed sheets, which we’d crawled under shortly after our first round.
The woman’s eyes bugged out of her head before she forced Savannah to turn away by the shoulders. “Kitchen, now!” she ordered, and when the child listened, she squeezed the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Hugging! If she only knew.”
Morgan threw me under the bus. “Don’t look at me, he’s the one who gave her that idea.”
“Hmm…right.” She looked as if she was stifling a bout of giggles. “I’ll be downstairs. Come find us when you’re dressed. No ‘hugging’ until were gone, got it?”
“Kayla,” Morgan began, “I’m-”
“Don’t worry, Morgan,” she started. “Savi had to learn about the birds and the bees some time, and since her father isn’t around, she isn’t going to learn it from me.” She turned and left us.
As we dressed, my mind took a detour in its memory bank and snagged on the two names I’d just heard.
Fuck!
As realization hit, that I’d just come face-to-face with Damon’s wife and child, my heartrate shot up. Blood rushed into my ears, my knees began to quake, and my stomach churned. My ass met the edge of the mattress when my knees gave out. I tried to massage the drumming pulse that beat at my temples, breathing to stave off the darkness hovering in my peripheral vision, threatening a total blackout. I was on the verge of a massive panic attack.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled.
Too busy with my turbulent emotions, trying to find my bearings, and dealing with reality, I barely noticed Morgan’s approach.
“Theo?” I shook my head, my mouth dry as the Sahara. “Theo, talk to me. What’s going on?” With much effort, she managed to pry my hands from my head and cradled my cheeks in her hands, effectively tilting my face so she could see it. “Shit.”
“Yeah, that about sums it up.”
“Theo-”
“That was Damon’s woman,” I croaked. “That’s his…” I didn’t finish. Instead, I led with, “They’re all alone because of me.”
“Theo, you know that isn’t true,” Morgan whispered, but her words could have been yelled and I wouldn’t have heard them. Not the way she meant them.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away, setting her at a distance so I could stand. I ran a hand down my face and gulped. I knew this wasn’t going to go over well but, “I’ve got to get out of here,” came out before I could stop it.
Morgan blanched at my words. “What?”
“I can’t, Morg.”
“You keep saying that, and I’ve told-”
“Would you stop thinking about us for one damn second and take a good look at what just walked out of here!”
The woman flinched at my tone, but instead of backing down, she only looked more pissed off. “I’ve looked, Theo. I’ve been seeing for years! I’ve been there for them from the beginning, helped them, grieved with them, laughed with them, and-”
“So what?” I snorted. “You think they’ll be just like you and open their arms and welcome me into the fold?”
“But-”
“I bet Kayla never expected that the guy you decided to entertain after your ex would end up-”
“Stop cutting me off!” she yelled back.
My rant continued as if she hadn’t said anything, “getting your brother killed in the same mission, huh?”
“What?”
My head snapped to the bedroom door and found Kayla standing there, her eyes swimming with tears. There was no sign of little Savannah anywhere.
Thank the fucking Lord for small mercies!
Before the two women could say anything, I shoved my t-shirt over my head and made to leave the bedroom. When I got to Kayla’s side, I forced my gaze to meet hers and whispered, “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. He loved you so much,” before I left.
My way downstairs was nothing but a blur, with the exception of the little girl that stood by the door as I paused to tie my work boots.
Her tiny hand touched my forearm. “Are you okay, mister?”
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I looked at the tiny face that held her father’s eyes and before I lost my cool, before I could even stop myself, I tilted the little one’s head downward and kissed her hair. “I’m so sorry, shorty,” I croaked before I straightened and fled M
organ’s home.
I ran across the driveway and jumped in my truck, gunning the engine, and peeled out of there like my ass was on fire, and headed home.
Chapter 23
Slamming the front door after unlocking it, I dropped the keys to the floor and headed to the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge. Popping the top, I downed half before moving toward the back door.
The back yard was slightly better than what the front had looked like before I had tamed it. The only thing that rendered it passable was the fact that I’d mowed part of the grass so it looked as if I had a yard.
I needed to get my anger and guilt out – to find something to purge the surge of emotions roiling through me.
The shed door listed to the side, one rusty hinge barely holding it in place as I pushed it open and grabbed the axe the previous owner had left behind. Maybe a little manual labour would be the ticket.
I lost count relatively quickly at how many logs I managed to split into firewood, but despite my tripling the size of the the pile, my emotions had yet to calm. So I moved on to destroying the dilapidated pergola that covered the patio.
With a large yank on the last rafter, I heard, “What are you doing?” which caused me to lose my footing and tumble the couple of feet off the step ladder to land on my ass with the piece of rotted wood over me.
“Jesus!” I shoved the scrap to the side, my heart beating wildly, and avoided the woman standing there by keeping my back to her. “You shouldn’t be here,” I growled.
The silence was heavy for a few seconds too long before a tiny whirlwind of a force ploughed into my side, wrapping her short arms around my neck.
I didn’t move, too surprised to do so.
“Mommy says you knew my daddy?” Savannah stated more than asked.
I didn’t answer.
“Mommy says you were brave just like him,” the kid added, which still didn’t garner a response from me.
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