I did. “I didn’t think you would want to.”
“I couldn’t. I wanted to offer, but I fucking hate this place.”
I nod. So many memories of Evie and Tate. “I understand. That’s why I didn’t ask.”
“That, and we’re just casual.”
I swallow the pain I feel when he says that word. It’s irrational. I shouldn’t feel hurt by it. I’m the one who keeps driving that fact home, after all. “True. So why are you here then?”
“I thought I could at least pick you up.” He looks over my shoulder where Chase is standing. “But you’re doing just fucking fine.”
“That’s really not fair.”
“It’s like you said, Morgan. You can fuck whoever you want.” He looks down, his eyes piercing and cold. “And so can I.”
I fold my arms, pissed because he’s being an asshole. And I’m being a fucking doormat, which I despise. “I guess that means you’re going on that date tomorrow.”
“I guess so.”
I want to scream at him not to go, that I’m enough.
“Have fun.” I grab his collar, pulling him to me and looking him directly in the eyes. “And do not forget to use a condom because I don’t want to have to start using one when I’m with you.”
“Don’t worry. You’re still the only one who gets my cock bare.” My thighs clench tightly together from mere words, and I want to give in, beg him to take me home. But I play the game as he nods over at Chase. “Make sure he wears one,” his mouth drags over my ear as he whispers, “even if you’ll still be thinking about me.”
Fucker.
I release his collar, and he moves away from me, walking back toward the parking lot as Chase joins me at my side. “Damn. That was fucking hot.”
“You want him too?”
He chuckles. “Not my type. So, why didn’t you go home with him?”
“He thinks I’m going home with you.”
I can feel the wheels turning in his head and know what he’s going to say. “Ah, sounds good to me. Let’s go make the motherfucker jealous.”
“Not happening.” I wave my hand for the driver I hired to pull up and pick us up. The car approaches, and I open the back door. “After you.”
He doesn’t fight me and climbs in the back as I close the door and go around to the other side, knowing me opening the door and letting him in the car is killing the southern gentlemen inside him.
“You know games never end well, right? You’re both going to get hurt.”
I look out the window, not wanting his advice right now. “Maybe not. Some people like to play.”
“Games are for kids. You’re a grown-ass woman.”
He’s always made me feel so much younger, so insecure. “Nothing wrong with wanting to win. Competition is your livelihood.”
“On the track. Not with the heart.”
“Don’t go getting all mature on me now, Chase.” I turn to look at him. “As if you haven’t played with anyone’s heart before.”
He leans across the middle of the town car. “Never.”
I don’t know if I believe him, but my thoughts aren’t really here anyway. They are where they always are.
With Ty.
“Wow, he works fast.”
I look over my shoulder at Jay, who’s tongue is currently being swallowed whole, and I don’t see any hands. But I don’t want to fucking know what they’re doing.
The chicks showed up as Jay and I were closing the shop down, then we drove to his place. Half a bottle of wine was all it took for the redhead to lead Jay to the patio outside the living room doors of Jay’s house.
“Yeah.”
The girl places her empty wine glass on the coffee table, resting her hand on my thigh. “So, are you the shy one?”
I laugh, placing my full glass of wine on the table beside hers.
I’m not a wine guy and neither is Jay, but what the fuck ever. He’s busy plowing his way through every chick who isn’t Frankie.
Proving a point. To her or to him, who the hell knows.
“That’s something I’ve never been called.”
Her hand slides further up my thigh. “So then, why haven’t you tried to kiss me?”
Jesus, I’m no fucking prude, but this chick is almost too easy for me. I can’t even remember her name, not sure if she even told me.
I’m all for strong women who know what they want, but she doesn’t know me. For all they know, Jay and I could be psychotic killers or really fucked in the head wanting to do God knows what.
Maybe I should have drunk the wine. I’m way too in my head, thinking about walking up to the country club last night and seeing Chase pressed against Morgan. His tux was wrinkled, obviously pawed at from a hot and heavy hookup.
What the fuck was I thinking? Showing up like some knight to rescue her from a job she enjoys?
She was doing just fine. With him.
And all the signs were there. I just chose to ignore it. She made sure to make it very fucking clear we were just casual. She pushed me toward this “date” so she wouldn’t feel guilty about continuing to fuck Chase, more than likely the entire time she was fucking me.
I should be thrilled. It’s what every guy wants. Totally fucking casual.
I’m not a cuckhold or a fool this time. We aren’t dating. We don’t own each other, just having our cake and eating it too or whatever the fuck.
“Hello?”
Oh shit, was she talking?
“Huh?”
She turns on the couch, lifting up the back of her shirt. What the hell did I miss?
“I said, ‘You don’t remember?’” My eyes lower, and I see ink on her lower back, it’s not centered so not a tramp stamp per se, but fucking close. “This is your work.”
Oddly enough, I don’t remember her face at all, but I do remember the tattoo. I remember every single piece I’ve ever inked. “Yeah, it is.”
She lowers her shirt and turns back around to face me. “You were amazing. I felt so safe. So, when Christy told me she scored a blind date with Jay, I had to get the invite with his hot friend.”
“I’m pretty sure you drew the short stick on this one.”
She shrugs. “Oh, I don’t really care about size . . .”
“What?” Oh Christ. I drag my hand over my face. “No. That’s not what I meant . . .”
I don’t even fucking care at this point. It’s not worth correcting her or assuring her that my stick is not short. “I should go.”
I’m way too fucking old for the bullshit games. I hate the thought of Morgan with Chase, but I’m not interested in a revenge bang with this chick who I have zero interest in.
Maybe if it were someone I found attractive in every way, I would. But all I want is to escape.
“Wait? What? Are you fucking serious?”
I stand up. “Tell Jay I’ll see him tomorrow.”
She stands, really annoyed with me now, one hand on her hip. “What the fuck? Are you gay? Is that it? I mean you are awfully fucking pretty.”
“No, I’m just not interested.”
“Bullshit. We have a connection.”
“A connection?” Don’t be too much of a dick. “I don’t even know your name. How the fuck could we have a connection? And do you even care? Or are you so desperate to have this insanely romantic love story to build up in your head?”
I don’t wait for her reply. I grab my keys and leave, knowing Jay will make sure she’ll get home okay.
By the time I get back to my house, I’m so fucking annoyed, I want to go for a run and just fucking might have, except someone is waiting for me on my front porch at one in the morning like it’s not strange at all.
Morgan.
“What the fuck are you doing here? It’s late.”
She stands from the top step where she was sitting, waiting for me, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top. “I was waiting for you to get back from your date.” She pulls her phone out of her back pocket and looks at
it. “I thought I’d have to wait a lot longer than this. Damn Ty, was she disappointed with that quickie?”
I walk to the top of the steps. “I’ve never heard any complaints. Why are you here?”
“Thought I’d see how your date went.”
I sit down on the step, annoyed and beyond frustrated and confused. “It wasn’t a fucking date. And nothing happened.”
She sits next to me, but she seems hesitant. “Nothing?”
“Why the fuck would I lie about that? Guys usually lie about something happening. Not nothing.”
“Nothing happened with Chase.”
I swivel my head to look at her, angrier than I should be. “You don’t need to lie to me. I would have fucked this chick gladly if she were my type. She was picked out by your brother, and it just didn’t work for me.”
She swallows, and I can see the mix of anger and hurt on her pretty face. “You are such a fucking asshole.”
I point at my chest. “I’m the asshole?”
“Yes. You are. I’m telling you nothing happened with Chase, not once since the first and only time. I haven’t slept with anyone else since you.”
That shouldn’t make me happy.
“Why are you telling me this?”
She throws her hands up and looks out at the quiet street before us. “You are the most infuriating human I’ve ever met.”
She stands and starts down the stairs, and I follow her, taking her arm as I reach the bottom step. “How? I saw him right in your face, his shirt unbuttoned. You don’t need to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. Nothing happened. And for the love of God, will you just admit that you didn’t like the idea of him touching me?”
I fucking hated it.
“Why? I don’t fucking own you.”
“Just. Admit. It.” Her eyes lock on mine.
My hand curls around the curve of her hip, pulling her to me. “I fucking hated him touching you.”
“He didn’t.”
“I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
She smiles as my lips press to hers. “I don’t want any skanky bitches touching you.”
I laugh against her lips, and it’s impossible not to fuck with her a little. “But non-skanky, nice girls are okay?”
“Fuck no.” Her hands slide into the waistband of my jeans as she holds onto me. “That’s even worse.”
“Got it.” My lips meet hers and lock in a kiss that, God help me, feels so fucking good as I hold her body to mine.
I don’t know what the fuck this means. All I know is I want to take her upstairs to my bed and fucking keep her there.
We’ll worry about the rest later.
I smile at the sight of Morgan in my bed, laying right next to me, naked and completely dead to the world.
She drives me insane, but I like that she’s real. She tells me what she’s thinking. She could have pouted about me going out on a date, played more games. But she didn’t. She was here waiting for me, ready to let me have it.
I slide under the covers, being quiet as I find my way between her legs, unable to think of a better way to wake her up on this lazy Sunday.
My hands find her thighs, slowly pushing them apart. Morgan stirs slightly, but doesn’t wake, and I don’t waste any more time before using my tongue to explore the length of her.
I hear a slight gasp as my tongue flicks of her clit, but she doesn’t say a word, and my tongue continues it’s slow descent down, stiffening and fucking her tight pussy before I find my way back to her clit.
Her back arches, and I hear a soft moan. “Ty.”
I smile into her as she lowers the blanket, and her fingers grip my hair, but I don’t stop.
Using one finger inside her and my tongue to tease her clit, I won’t stop until she screams.
“Oh my God, Ty. Don’t stop.”
My tongue circles her swollen clit as I work another finger inside, and her hands leave my hair to grip the sheets next her tightly. I want to see her, but I’m lost in my goal as her ass lifts pressing her pussy into my face, her whimpers going higher and higher in pitch.
“Yes! Tyyyyy . . .” I know she’s coming, her pussy clenches my fingers tight as she screams my name, her thighs shaking in my hold.
She pushes my head back when she can’t take it anymore, and I climb up to lay next to her, letting her head rest in the crook of my arm.
“Fuck, that’s the best way to wake up.”
I smile. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Let’s go downstairs, maybe I’ll make you breakfast.”
I laugh, and she knows she doesn’t owe me shit. After brushing our teeth in my master bathroom, we head downstairs, me in boxers and her in one of my t-shirts but before we make it to the kitchen, she grabs my hand, pulling me to her. Her lips meet mine as her hands rest on my hips. “Or I could just return the favor since I’m not that great of a cook.”
“I’m not going to argue with that.”
She shoves me down on the couch as she straddles my lap, her arms circling around my neck as she kisses me, taking what she wants.
You know the whole strong, confident woman thing? Morgan has it down.
Her hand finds my cock, still partially hard from getting a taste of her earlier. “God Ty, who would have thought it would be so fucking good?”
“I never let myself think about it.”
She smiles as her hand reaches into my boxers, finding my cock and stroking me. “I thought about it all the time.”
I groan, letting my head rest against the back of the couch, enjoying her hand way too much to even register the front door opening at first until I hear, “What the fuck?”
Shit! Morgan doesn’t move, her hand still gripping my dick as we both look back at her really fucking angry brother whose eyes lower to her hand and stay there way too fucking long.
“What the fuck are you doing to my sister?”
“Right now, I’m doing more to him than he’s doing to me.”
Really not the time to be honest, Morgan. I take her hand and pull it gently out of my boxers, the blood quickly rushing out of my dick and pumping through my beating heart. I’m going to miss that fucking feeling when Jay murders me.
“Jay . . .”
He grabs my arm, yanking me up and out from under Morgan, and this is fucking it. I’m glad I at least got to make her come one more time before I became a dead man. My back smashes against the wall when Jay tosses me against it and leans in close, rage spilling from him. “What. The. Fuck?”
“Jay, get the fuck off of him!” I hear Morgan and see her hand on his bicep, but he doesn’t budge.
He should be mad, but I’m done taking his shit. “She’s a grown woman, Jay.”
“She’s a grown woman, huh?” Yeah, he’s fucking pissed. “You spent all this time protecting her and agreeing with me about other motherfuckers touching her or hurting her, but now that you want a fucking piece, she’s grown?”
Damn it, I hate that he has a point, and it makes me feel fucking vile. “You know I’d never hurt her.”
“Right. Like kissing her just to get Evie out of your head, fucking using her like a piece of trash. You’d never fucking hurt her.”
His hand moves to my throat, pressing me against the wall, not cutting off my airflow yet, but not fucking around either. “I won’t hurt her.” My eyes are deadly serious.
Morgan’s hand grips his wrist, pulling his hand from my neck. “I am a grown woman. It’s not your fucking place to protect me from getting hurt.” Jay turns to face her. “You are not my father.”
“I’m the closest fucking thing you’ve ever had to a father.”
“But you aren’t, Jay.” Their relationship is so fucking complicated. I don’t dare move, staying against the wall.
“I’d fucking die for you, Morgan. In fact, I almost did.”
I watch Morgan’s face and the sadness that comes over it, and I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about. “I know.”
“What does that mean? You almost died for her?” I couldn’t stop the question.
He laughs coldly as he turns to look at me. “I can see you guys have really talked about shit.”
“We talk all the fucking time, Jay.” He doesn’t look over at Morgan. She folds her arms angrily and adds, “I just didn’t think you would want me to tell that part.”
What the fuck happened?
Jay’s eyes stay on mine, and I don’t push the issue. Now’s not the time. “Look me in the goddamn eyes and tell me you want a serious, committed relationship with my sister. That you aren’t just fucking her until you get bored and move on to someone else.”
I know that’s what he needs to hear. If I could tell him I was in love with her and only wanted to be with her, Jay wouldn’t necessarily be okay with it, but he would find a way to be. The issue he has is me using her for sex. And I get it. It’s why I fought my attraction to her for so fucking long. I can feel Morgan’s eyes on me, and my throat is dry when I barely answer, “I can’t.”
He leans in closer, anger in his eyes and rage filling his body. “Then fucking quit.”
He looks at Morgan. “You’re too fucking smart and too fucking good to allow yourself to be used by anyone.”
I swallow the bile rising up in my throat as I lean back against the wall, hating that he isn’t fucking wrong.
How many times have I told her that?
Jay leaves, slamming the door behind him, and Morgan takes a seat on the couch, her face in her hands.
I’ve turned into the fuckers I’ve always hated.
A fucking hypocrite and a coward.
Please don’t push me away. I can feel it coming.
This is definitely not how I wanted Jay to find out, but I couldn’t care less that he knows. I’m an adult, and he can’t control what I do anymore just because I might get hurt.
I know he wants to protect me, but I deserve to live my own life.
I feel Ty sit next to me on the couch, and the sense of dread in my stomach won’t go away.
“He has every right to be mad.”
Christ. “No. He doesn’t.”
His forcing Ty to commit to me here and now deserves a knee to the balls. I could have killed him.
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