by Chelle Bliss
“Okay,” I whispered.
I’m totally fucked.
I’d never let anyone get to me the way he did.
I could see us burning out in fantastic fashion.
I wondered if we’d be like a nuclear explosion, destroying everything in our path, including ourselves, or if the slow burn of need I felt would smolder like an ember, eventually extinguishing.
Chapter Fifteen
Chick Flick
Morgan
We sat in silence, our hands grazing each other’s as we reached into the bowl.
A few times I got choked up, but I refused to let her see.
Why do women watch this depressing shit?
I hadn’t expected it to be gut wrenching.
“I’m sorry I’m a mess,” she said as she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
“It’s okay,” I said as I patted her knee, liking the softer side of Race, minus the hand thing. I leaned over and reached for a tissue. “Here,” I said, handing it to her.
“It’s just so sad,” she said with a shaky voice as she took the tissues from my hand. She blew her nose with one and wiped her tears away with the other. “I can’t get through this movie without using an entire box of Kleenex.” She curled up next to me, snuggling into my side. “This part gets me every time.” She wiped her face against my T-shirt.
I stroked her shoulder, letting my fingertips glide against her soft skin. Glancing down, I snuck a peek at her tits. Soft, round peaks stuck out of the top of her tank top, and I itched to taste them again.
“Are you watching?” she asked, peering up at me and catching me staring at her chest.
I cleared my throat. “Yep.”
“Watch,” she demanded, lifting my chin to see the television instead of her breasts.
My eyes kept moving between the screen and her chest.
I couldn’t help it.
I wanted her again.
As the final scenes closed and a new world of possibility opened for the female lead, the movie left me feeling…hopeful.
“Wasn’t it amazing?” she asked as she wiped the last traces of tears off her face.
“It wasn’t what I expected.” Using the pad of my thumb, I brushed away a single tear that had been missed by her tissue. “Sorry,” I whispered.
As I started to pull away, she said, “No. Don’t.”
My stomach instantly flipped. “Race,” I warned, feeling my dick grow hard.
I knew what she was going to say. I could see it in her deep-green eyes. “Morgan, I can’t stop thinking about us,” she whispered as she touched my cheek.
“Me either,” I said, pulling in a ragged breath.
“Stay with me tonight,” she said, brushing her lips against my neck, sending shock waves rippling straight to my dick.
“I’m staying, princess. I told you that,” I said, tangling my hand in her hair.
“No,” she murmured against my skin. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
I smirked, feeling my insides warm. “I’ll stay wherever you want me to.”
She crawled into my lap and held my face in her hands. “I want you to hold me tonight,” she whispered, her eyes watery.
“Is that all?” I teased, cocking an eyebrow.
She shook her head, biting her bottom lip. “No. I want to feel you inside me again.”
I grabbed her hips and squeezed them gently as she leaned forward, and hovered over my lips.
“Please,” she begged.
“I’ll stay with you tonight. Not because I have to, Race, but because I want to,” I said before capturing her lips in a kiss.
She relaxed into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me back with fervor. My hands slid down her thighs, loving the feel of her soft skin against my palm.
I felt my restraint slipping as she moaned into my mouth. I slid her shorts to the side and touched the outside of her panties, feeling her body shudder in my arms.
Her legs widened, giving me access as I dipped my fingers underneath her panties, finding her already wet.
When my fingers glided over her clit, she moaned, “Yes,” into my mouth.
I wanted her more than I had before. Remembering how it felt to sink myself deep inside of her, stroking her intimately, I didn’t know if I could ever get enough of it.
Holding her back, I pushed two fingers inside her, instantly feeling her pussy clamp down. Positioning my thumb over her clit and using the same motion she’d used to get herself off, I worked my fingers in and out of her.
Her hand slid down my chest and palmed my dick through my jeans as I groaned. The deliciousness of it all had me hanging on by a thread. As her body grew tight, starting to milk my fingers, I withdrew.
“I. Need. Inside. You,” I panted, lifting her in my arms as I stood. “Wrap your legs around me,” I told her, carrying her toward her bedroom.
Her feet locked behind my back as she ground her pussy against my dick. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, repeating the motion.
“Hard for you, princess.” I kicked her door open and carried her to her bed.
I laid her on the bed and pulled her shorts from her body. As they flew through the air, I planted my mouth against her and began to worship her with my mouth.
Chapter Sixteen
The Morning After
Race
I tiptoed out of bed, trying not to wake him, dressing as I headed toward the kitchen.
I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face, but I had to remember that this was nothing more than mutual attraction.
Morgan and I didn’t have a future.
He hadn’t promised me anything more, and I hadn’t asked him to be mine.
As I grabbed the coffee pot to fill it with water, I hissed then pulled my hand back.
I stood there and glared at the empty pot. It took everything in me not to cry. Coffee was my elixir, and I felt like a zombie until I’d had at least one cup.
The floor creaked.
I glanced over, finding Morgan standing there.
“Morning,” he said through a yawn, completely naked. His muscles tightened and his cock bobbed as he straightened.
Fuck me. The man was more beautiful in the daylight, every muscle taut and perfect.
“Morning,” I whispered, my eyes glued to him. I swallowed hard, mesmerized.
“Need help?” he asked as he strode toward me, his cock waving.
I shook my head. “I can do it.” I waved my hands.
He took a step closer, giving me a sleepy smile. “If you say so.”
I sighed, reaching for the coffee pot again.
I cringed as my hand slid around the handle, and I bit my lip. As I gritted my teeth, I carried it to the sink.
“Move over,” he commanded as he nudged my hip with his. “Let me do it.”
I glared up at him. “I can do this,” I argued.
“Race, you’re sweating and your face is redder than an apple from carrying an empty pot. Let me do this. I’ve made coffee more times than I can count.” His blue eyes twinkled, and his cock twitched. “Plus, I don’t feel like waiting an hour for the first cup.”
I rounded the island and took a seat on one of the barstools to get a better view. Watching him as he worked his magic on the coffee pot, I was enthralled by his nakedness.
“How did you know where I kept my coffee?”
He turned around to face me and leaned against the counter, pushing his cock farther out. “Lucky guess that you kept it in the cupboard above the pot. It’s something most people do.”
“Thanks for making it,” I said, yawning against the back of my hand.
He pushed off the counter and his cock came toward me. “Let me take a look at your hands.”
I tried to swallow, wishing I’d brushed my teeth before I’d left my room. “They’re fine.”
“Stop being so stubborn. I want to make sure they’re healing. Last night, you couldn’t stop moaning yes, and now you’
re back to your hard-ass self.”
I straightened my back. “I’m just cranky until I get my coffee.”
Overnight, the cuts had begun to scab and the blood had dried.
“You’d already have it if you would’ve let me make it to begin with.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll need to clean the dried blood off these, but they look good.” He reached for the first-aid kit he’d left on the counter last night and pulled fresh bandages from the container. “First, let’s have coffee, and then we’ll clean them.” He set the bandages off to the side. “It’s best to give them some air for a little while.”
“Yes, sir,” I said to the side, blowing my nasty breath away from him.
“That’s sexy,” he replied, chuckling quietly.
Before I could say anything, the pot beeped.
“Stay there, I’ll grab you a cup.” His eyes shifted to my shirt and the corner of his mouth twitched before he turned around.
I glanced down, noticing that my nipples were standing at attention. I tried to hide them, pulling my tank top away from my body, but it did nothing.
“How do you want your coffee?” he asked as he pulled two cups down, keeping his back to me.
I stared at his naked ass, studying it. “A dash of cream and two sugars, please,” I mumbled.
His ass was as beautiful as the rest of him. The skin was blemish-free and smooth, sitting higher from the muscle tone. I’d say one thing about the military: It did a body good.
“Did you let work know you weren’t coming in today?” he asked, turning around and catching me as I gawked at him.
Slowly, I dragged my eyes up to his. “Yeah,” I said, trying not to glance at his dick as he set the coffee in front of me.
I looped my fingers through the handle, holding it loosely. Then I took two short sips and sighed. “You can go whenever you want. I’m just going to chill on the couch and get some work done.” I kept my eyes down, peeking at him through my veiled eyelashes. Which, coincidently, were about crotch level.
“I’m going wherever you are,” he said, setting his cup down.
“For the love of God,” I said, but he lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m not going anywhere. So drop it. Why don’t we do something today? You can work here later.”
“I really need to work,” I lied. I didn’t know if I could spend the day in his presence without ending up in bed with him again.
“I won’t keep you out long. I don’t know the area well.” He leaned forward, resting his hands against the counter. “You could show me around a little bit. Your hands need time to rest anyway.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked, peeking at him from under my eyelashes.
“We’ll call it a workday. I need to pick your brain a little.”
I chewed my lip. “As long as it’s for work. I don’t want to keep you from doing your job.”
“Race, no one can make me do what I don’t want to. Finish your cup and then you’re mine.”
I wished his statement were true. “Where to first?”
“I need to stop at my place for a change of clothes.”
“You can shower here.”
“With you?” He grinned, running his thumb across his chin.
“If you want,” I blurted out. The truth was that I wanted him to. Sitting here, watching him saunter around nude, threw my body into overdrive.
He walked around the counter, holding his hand out to me. “Oh, I want. Let’s get your pretty ass wet.”
I swallowed hard, wishing I could press my legs together to squash the familiar ache that amplified with his words. As I stood, sliding my hand into his, I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
“Someday, you’ll admit you want me for more than just my cock,” he teased, brushing his nose against mine.
When I started to walk away, he smacked me on the ass, the echo reverberating through my kitchen.
“That’s for being difficult.”
I yelped, jumping from the impact and rubbing my ass as he followed me to the shower.
Chapter Seventeen
The Real Race True
Morgan
“What are you looking at?” I asked as I walked out of my bedroom, slipping on a fresh shirt.
“Is this your mother?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s Ma.”
I hadn’t had time to decorate, but I had placed a couple of photos around the room. I’d made sure to put a picture of Ma out. I knew that, as soon as she made it to Florida, she’d drop by and take note.
“Does she live here?” Her fingertips swept across the glass as she tilted her head.
I plucked the photo from her hands and placed it back on the coffee table. “She followed me here.”
“That’s so sweet.” She turned and started to wander around my place.
“I guess so.”
“Seriously. I have no one. That’s why I’m so devoted to my work. It’s the only thing I have in my life anymore.”
I frowned, wondering how someone got to that point in their life. “That’s sad, Race.”
“I know.” She traced the curves of the couch as her eyes roamed. “You don’t have much here.”
“I just moved in. I’m still trying to get everything set up.”
She stopped and faced me, clasping her hands together. “I can help with that.”
“You want to decorate?” I shuddered. Fuck. I hated shopping.
“I’m pretty good at it.” She shrugged, plastering an innocent smile on her face. “What else do you have planned today?” She stepped closer.
If I had my way, I’d have her bent over the sofa and screaming my name within ten minutes. “I don’t even know where to go around here.”
“I’ll take you, but only if I drive.” She held her hand out, waiting for me to give her the keys.
The woman must’ve lost her marbles.
No one, and I mean no one, would drive my girl. She was a 2015 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. Not only was she gorgeous, she could kick serious ass.
I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “No one but me drives Elvira.”
She burst out laughing, holding her stomach. “Elvira?” She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
I puffed my chest out, setting my lips in a firm line. “It’s the perfect name for my girl.”
Covering her mouth, she tried to calm her giggles. “I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who named their car Elvira. You’ve got to tell me why.” Her hand dropped.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I cleared my throat. “Well, I’ve never slept with an Elvira. I wouldn’t want to be reminded of someone from my past every day when I climbed into her. Plus, when I was a kid, I used to be mesmerized by her. When I saw my black beauty, I knew the name fit. She was sleek, sexy, and dark.”
Her smile vanished. “Makes sense when I hear you say it. I don’t know many guys who would admit that Elvira was their childhood crush.” She shrugged.
“I’ll drive,” I said as I grabbed the keys off the kitchen counter.
Before I could close my fist, she plucked them from my hands. “Gotta get them back from me if you want to drive.” She moved quickly, giggling as she sprinted to the other side of the room.
“Race,” I said, grabbing my head, “come on.”
She dangled the keys from her fingers and shook them.
“Woman,” I said, dropping my hands to my sides, “no one fucks with Elvira.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
I stalked toward her, ready to snatch the keys from her fingertips.
She darted to the right, but I reached out, grabbed her arm, and spun her around to face me. Caging her in when she collided with the wall, I placed my arms on either side of her.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing and not think about her beautiful tits being within inches of my mouth. We’d never get out of here. “Can we be adults, princess?”
W
hen her body began to move, I opened my eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered as she placed the keys down her shirt and nestled them between her breasts.
“What are you going to do now?” She grinned, raising one eyebrow.
“Babe, you think that’s going to stop me from getting them?” My eyes dipped to her chest, and I studied its beauty. I’d use my fucking teeth if I had to.
“I hope not.” She smirked, blinking slowly.
“I thought we were going to keep today all business?” I asked, swallowing hard and trying not to face-plant in her cleavage.
“I think that went out the window this morning in the shower.” She laughed softly.
Without saying another word, I pulled her to me and stared down into her deep-green eyes. Her breath hitched as I brought my lips down on hers and kissed her hard.
The sounds of our breathing filled the room as our mouths tried to devour each other. Her hands slid up my arms, leaving goose bumps in their path, before she grabbed the hair on top of my head and held me to her.
I grabbed her arms and pried her from me before my lips broke contact. “We can’t,” I said, my voice sounding winded as it cracked.
Wrinkles lined her forehead as she gawked at me. “Why not?”
“We’ll never get out of here.”
She sucked her lip in her mouth as her head fell forward. “Can’t get enough of me?” she teased.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you,” I said.
“You won’t?” she asked as her eyes grew wide.
I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath through my nose. “I wouldn’t just fuck you to fuck you, Race.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Morgan.” Pushing against my chest, she put space between us.
“Listen,” I said as I dragged my hands through my hair, “it’s been a long time since I’ve liked anyone. I really like you. Lord knows why, because you can be a pain in the ass at times.” I smiled, hoping she’d know I was joking. “I’m supposed to protect you and find out who is threatening you, not fuck you every chance I get.”