“You hungry?” Shane asked wanting to take Morgan away from the words she knew she couldn’t say.
“As a matter of fact, I’m starving.”
“I’ve worked up quite an appetite myself.” She gave Morgan a wink then eyed her naked body.
She licked her lips playfully. “I can think of a delicious entrée.”
Morgan giggled then started pulling on her jeans and shirt. Shane leaned over, not able to control the need to feel her, and placed her lips against Morgan’s soft cheek. She pushed away from the couch and headed to the kitchen. A few seconds later Morgan entered the room and slid onto a stool at the food bar.
“Aren’t you going to call Rachel back?”
“It was Dawn.”
Shane felt her heart pump extra blood through her veins, giving her an instant head rush. “You don’t have a reason to lie to me, Morgan.”
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
Shane turned to the chrome double fridge and yanked open the door, pulling breakfast items from inside, tossing them hard on the counter.
“Morgan, I can deal with the truth, but I can’t deal with liars.”
“I said I was sorry.” Morgan gave a sigh. “You scared the shit out of me, and I’m not very happy with Dawn right now.”
Shane knew the difference between not happy and over with. So this was just a fling to get revenge on Dawn? Should she be surprised? Did she care, as long as she had Morgan for any amount of time? However, she needed to start caring. Morgan would be back with Dawn before she knew it, leaving her with a broken heart. But tonight … oh, tonight, Morgan was all hers.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” Shane turned to look at her. “I shouldn’t have blurted that out like I did.”
“It’s okay.”
“So, are you going to call her back?”
“No. I don’t want any interruptions tonight.”
A smile slid across Morgan’s face. Shane’s heart pumped double time at the mischief plainly written on her face. She walked across the tiled floor and propped her arms on the food bar across from Morgan. She leaned into Morgan’s face, watching her eyes round with anticipation.
“Neither do I.”
Shane’s lips closed over Morgan’s. She inhaled her sweet melon scent, wanting to eat her like a ripe piece of fruit. Their tongues explored each other. She could never get enough of this woman. She wanted nothing more than to lock the doors and never leave the safety of this house again. She could shelter Morgan from the world while giving her everything her heart desired.
She pulled back from the kiss and went back to whipping up something fabulous for this woman … this woman that she loved more than anything in the world … if only she could just tell her.
———
Dawn slammed the cell phone down on the seat beside her.
“Bitch! Where the fuck are you?”
She was parked across the street from Morgan’s apartment, waiting against the curb. The oak tree above her blocked the light, making her less noticeable to anyone pulling to the front of Morgan’s apartment or anyone looking through their windows.
Pain still singed her forehead, but not as severely as it had. The pills she’d taken seemed to be taking the edge off. However, they weren’t taking the burning edge off her need for Morgan. She’d never wanted Morgan so much. She wanted her right now, naked and screaming for more, or better yet, screaming for her to stop. From the second Morgan had stared at her with those beautiful eyes, she knew she had to do anything it took to win her back. No price was too high.
As a car pulled to the curb, she ducked then eased up enough to see over the door frame. Rachel got out of her car and entered the apartment lobby.
“Bitch!” Dawn cursed under her breath. “You totally screwed up my fuck for the night.”
Dawn remembered the nurse with her blonde hair and huge tits screaming to have their hardened nipples sucked into her mouth. The nurse wouldn’t even look her in the eye when she’d been released. Screw her. She’d find others, but Rachel would pay for those comments sooner or later.
The lobby door opened again bringing Rachel, Jay, and Phil onto the sidewalk.
“If we could just find Dawn, she’d be able to handle Morgan.” Rachel said to the faggots.
“I’ve called everyone I know. I can’t find her anywhere and she’s not answering her cell.” Phil said.
Dawn perked to the conversation. What was wrong with Morgan? And why wasn’t her cell ringing. She reached for the phone, flipped it open and saw Morgan’s face on the display window. No missed calls. Stupid worthless phones!
“We’ve got to find her. Morgan was screaming for her.”
“I’ll go back in and call Seth. Maybe he’s heard from Dawn by now.” Jay said then walked back through the lobby doors.
What happened? Is something wrong with Morgan? Is she hurt? She was screaming for me. The bitch. I knew she’d come crawling back.
Rachel let out a sob and threw her face into her hands. Phil pulled her into his chest, consoling her.
Fear gripped Dawn. What if something horrible had happened? Morgan might need her. She grabbed her cell, pushed open the door and flew across the street before she could change her mind.
“What’s wrong with Morgan?” She screamed while she darted across the deserted lane.
Rachel gasped. “Dawn! Oh, my God. We’ve been looking for you everywhere and calling you for hours. Morgan needs you. She’s gone crazy. She’s out of her mind.”
“Where is she?” Dawn felt a vice grip tighten around her heart.
“She’s hiding in the woods. She said she wouldn’t talk to anyone but you.” Rachel let out another loud sob. “Dawn, she said she was going to kill herself if we didn’t find you. She has a gun!”
Dawn’s heart stalled in her chest. Morgan loved her and couldn’t live without her. Her pride puffed in her chest while she stared at Phil.
“Take me to her, now.”
“Let’s go.” Phil ordered then ran around to the driver’s side of his Honda.
Dawn raced around and jumped into the passenger side, heart pumping wildly in her chest.
“We’ll follow in Dawn’s truck. Are the keys in it?” Rachel asked from beside the car.
“Yes and you better not put a scratch on it.” She tapped the dashboard for Phil to go, who eagerly floored the gas.
“How far is it?” Lights blurred past them with Phil’s speed.
“Just up the street.” Phil said, never taking his eyes off the road.
Phil turned down one street, then another, cursing as he whipped around and headed in another direction.
“Do you have a clue where you’re going? You’re so stupid, you probably don’t even know where the hell it is.”
“Don’t be mean, Dawn. I’m trying to help Morgan. It’s just ahead. Calm down.”
“Faggot.” Dawn cursed under her breath.
“Yes, I am.”
“Just hurry and get us there.”
Phil’s cell rang and he flipped it open with ease while steering his tiny car.
“Hello? Yep. Okay.”
He flipped the phone shut, not offering any information.
“Who was that?” Dawn screamed at him after a few seconds ticked by.
“It was Rachel. They had to make a stop.”
“In my damn truck? The bitch. If she puts one scratch on my baby, she’s dead.”
A few minutes later Phil slowed the car then turned onto a dirt road.
“You moron! You’re lost aren’t you?” Dawn screamed at him. She’d never wanted to punch anyone so badly in her life.
Phil remained quiet, a smirk glued to his face.
The road ended abruptly by a pond. Rachel and Jay stood looking out over the water.
Dawn jumped out of the car. “Where’s my damn truck?”
Rachel turned. The headlights shining on her gave her eyes a green, eerie glow. “Do you remember what I told you at the hospital?”
> She looked between all three of them, anger rising with every step she took toward Rachel. “I’m going to ask you one more time … where’s my fucking truck?”
“You don’t listen very well do you, Dawn?” Rachel kept her distance, grinning at her.
“What the hell are you freaks up to? You’re not scaring me. I could whip all three of you and still be home in time to fuck Morgan’s brains out.” She laughed. She’d have her back in control before daybreak … that was for sure.
Police sirens grew louder while they stood staring at each other. Gurgling from the pond caught her attention. She strained to see what could be causing the noise, to no avail.
“What’s out there?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“What fucking question.”
“Do you remember what I said at the hospital?” Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, staring at her.
“Yes. To stay away from Morgan and get my herpes checked. You’ll pay for that one. I could be at home getting a nice piece of ass right now.”
“Exactly. And you don’t listen.” Rachel took another step toward Dawn. “You see, we love our best friend. You’re scum, and we want you to leave her alone so she can have a happy life.”
“Screw you, Rachel. Tell me where the truck is and I’ll be on my way.” Dawn had a feeling this wasn’t going to turn out pretty.
“Can’t do.”
“Why not, you stupid bitch?”
“Because, I’m watching your blood gurgle down the drainpipe.”
Rachel turned back to the pond, smiling wickedly. Dawn strained again to see the pond. Only a glint shimmer slid across the pond from the sliver of moon above their heads.
High beams flashed on behind her. She gasped and froze. Her truck … her baby … in the middle of the pond … was sinking.
She screamed and ran for the pond. Sirens shrilled around them. She dove into the water knowing it was useless. Air bubbles were erupting a few feet in front of her as the trucks front end sank deeper into the water. She slammed her fists in the water as fire erupted inside her chest. She was going to kill all three of them if it was the last thing she did.
She sloshed toward the shore, determined to get her hands on one of them. It didn’t matter which one. Bright, blue lights beaconed around the wooded cul-de-sac. She emerged on land just in time to watch two police cars slide to a halt beside Phil’s car.
Rachel and Jay ran toward one of the cars, fake cries piercing the quiet night. “Officer. That woman is drunk. She was driving like a maniac and almost drove us into a tree. Then, she ran her truck into the pond.” Rachel cried to the officer and pointed toward the water and Dawn.
“Oh, my God!” Jay’s raspy, ear-splitting voice started. “I thought I was going to die. I was so afraid I would never get to see my lover or my grandmother again … or my cat. I would have never gotten to wear my fluffy bunny slippers again. My life totally flashed before my eyes.” His hands dramatically flailed in the air.
“Calm down.” One of the officers started. “Who’s the driver of this car?”
Phil raised his hand. “I am, sir. You might want to take a peek inside her truck. I’m sure she’s drunk. She was a total maniac.”
The bright lights from Phil’s car blinded Dawn while she stood immobile listening to the trap she’d walked eagerly into. How stupid could she have been? And here she was, stuffed with pride because she thought Morgan wanted and needed her.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to raise your hands above your head.” Dawn whipped around to a police officer approaching her with regard. “Drop down to your knees slowly and place your hands behind your head.”
Dawn gritted her teeth, made an about face, dropped to her knees, and placed her hands behind her head. She took a long hard look at her truck, sinking deeper with every second that ticked by, and cursed herself for being such a moron.
Handcuffs were slapped around her wrists and she was yanked back to her feet. A police officer led her back to his car and held open the door for her. She glanced at the “faggot crew” and watched their wicked smiles pass between each other. She knew they wouldn’t give up their protection of Morgan from this day forward. It was time to give up and start hunting a new life.
Morgan wasn’t worth this bullshit.
———
Morgan watched Shane walk around the enormous kitchen pulling pans from their brass hooks above the island stove. Garlic and butter stung her nose, making Morgan’s stomach grumble for food.
What had Dawn wanted? She thought Dawn had given up on her … prayed she’d given up hope of reconciliation. Was the same old shit going to start again? How was she supposed to deal with Dawn’s desperation to get her back and hold on to hope that she could start a relationship with Shane?
Shane … how could this have happened? Was Morgan desperately reaching for love? Did Shane love her in return?
She watched Shane flip the omelet over, her strong arms protruding from her T-shirt sleeve, long fingers gripping the handle of the spatula. Heat scalded her inner thighs, reminding her how easy it was for Shane to put out the fire.
Shane covered the pan with a lid, pulled plates from the white wood cabinets behind her, then turned to look at Morgan. Her green eyes flickered with passion.
“I bet you’re hard to get over.” Shane’s soft voice floated between them.
Morgan’s breath caught with her sweet words. She felt a lump rise in her throat.
Tell her, stupid ass. Just say the words … let her take it from there. Toss the ball in her court and let her take control of the game.
“Shane … I …”
Shane’s brow rose, eyes rounding. “You what?”
Morgan’s lump choked her. She cleared her aching throat. “I’d like something to drink.”
Shane stared at her for a few seconds before she pulled her gaze from Morgan’s. She pulled a soda from the fridge and turned back. Morgan saw disappointment on her face while she handed over the can, hating herself for being such a chickenshit.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
Shane walked back to the pan and slid omelets onto plates, stuck a fork under each one then placed one in front of Morgan. She walked around the food bar and sat on the stool at Morgan’s side.
They ate in silence. Morgan’s head screamed at her to tell Shane the truth, to tell her that she was in love with her. What does it matter? She’s either going to laugh and send me on my way, or she’s going to yank me into her arms, happy to finally hear the words. Just tell her dammit. Get this shit over with.
Morgan shoved her fork under the omelet and turned to Shane, determination filled her. “Shane, I need to tell you something.”
Shane dropped her fork on the plate and swiveled her stool to face Morgan. Morgan’s breath caught again, heart pounding in her chest. Those gorgeous eyes stared at her, waiting patiently.
“My relationship with Dawn is over.” Good start, Morgan.
“I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.”
Shane’s tousled hair begged for Morgan to rip her fingers through it. A lone strand hung over her forehead. Morgan wanted to push it aside and crush her lips to Shane’s.
“Morgan, I don’t want to sound like a pessimist, but just because your relationship is over doesn’t mean you’re over your relationship.”
Morgan heard her words loud and clear. And, she knew she was over Dawn and the relationship. She wanted Shane. God only knew why or how, but she did. So, why couldn’t she just say it?
She took a deep breath, filled with determination to say the words. “Shane I …”
Morgan’s cell phone rang from the living room. She resisted the urge to run for it and calmly eased off the stool. She crossed the living room, reached inside her purse, and grabbed the cell just in time to miss the call again. She eyed the display screen to see it was an odd phone number, one she didn’t recognize. With a renewed determinatio
n, she cut the power off. No more phone calls tonight and no more disturbances. She wanted the night free to get to know Shane and possibly find the balls to tell her she loved her.
She walked back to the food bar and finished her food with thoughts of their long night ahead creeping into her mind. Fire crashed between her thighs as images flipped through her mind at what Shane could do to her … what she wanted Shane to do to her.
When the plate was empty, Morgan felt impatient to get back up the stairs, into Shane’s king-size bed, and sink back into making love.
She turned to Shane and saw the same passion crossing her face that matched the one spreading through her own body. Shane gave her a simple knowing smile, a saucy wink raised her eyebrows, and before she knew it, they were racing up the stairs, breathlessly tearing at each other’s clothes and shoving each other toward the bed.
Shane tumbled down on top of her, fingers melding into the strands of Morgan’s hair, cupping her face with the palm of her hands. Her lips crushed against Morgan’s, her tongue snaking inside her mouth.
Morgan released a pent up moan and slithered her fingers through the silken strands of Shane’s hair. When Shane’s lower body fell between her thighs, Morgan draped her legs over her hips and locked her ankles at the small of her back, grinding against her.
Shane pressed against Morgan’s crotch, rotating her hips in hard, lazy circles.
Morgan released her hold on Shane’s hair, raked her nails down her back, grabbed hold of her ass, and shoved her crotch against Shane’s pelvic bone. A low moan escaped her throat and into Shane’s mouth as fire crashed between her legs, soaking her crotch.
Shane released the deep kiss, ducked her head, and sucked at the skin on Morgan’s neck. While teeth nipped at her skin, Morgan’s head fell back, lips parting.
Shane dipped further and sucked an erect nipple into her mouth, pulling a soft cry from Morgan.
“Your skin is so soft.” Shane breathed hot air across Morgan’s breast then gently pulled it back between her teeth, rolling her tongue across the hardened tip.
Morgan bucked her hips faster, digging her fingers into Shane’s firm ass. “You’re driving me crazy.”
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