Be All
Page 23
Hell yes I do.
Reprimanding my thoughts yet again so I don’t encourage her behavior I actually say, "No, as damn good as that sounds I'm going home first, I'll just grab one there. Do you know where we took my clothes off last night? I don't see any of my shit in here."
She laughs heartily. "That's because you insisted on taking it all off before we came up so you could howl at the moon in the buff."
"Bullshit," I snap. Groaning, the tone ricochets like bullets in my skull and my headache grows.
"I'm serious as hell Morgan. You drank a lot last night. Probably more than I have ever seen before. Are you ok?"
Staring at her for a while, I manage a nod, thankful for her concern. "Yeah babe, I'm great." I lie because I don't have answers to many things that are going on, but I haven't taken any time to sort it out yet.
Watching her fingers rubbing my thigh, she stares at me in disbelief but I focus on her fingers.
"My grandparents are hosting a big party at my house tomorrow night for Tristan's graduating class. Can you come?" Asking sounds like a date, so I quickly add, "bring your brothers if you want. Most of the club crowd will be working it or have invitations."
She smirks. "We'll see. Do I need to bring a date or will you be available?"
Feeling possessive over a woman for the first time fury blinds me. Desire to be the only one for her begins to consume me. Raging internally, I sit there deciding what to do next. I don't want her bringing anyone, but dammit she's never asked this type question before. My eyes narrow on hers as she slips her hand into mine.
"Bring whoever the fuck you want," I growl. Noticing a strange look move across her face, I know I’ve hurt her again. Suddenly I began worrying about the hold this woman has over me. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I realize I'm thinking like a fucking idiot.
Jerking her hand away, I see the corner of her lips tip up. "Great. Now get your hung-over ass out of my bed Mr. Walker." Jokingly she pushes hard into my ass with her feet, forcing me to stand.
Relieved, her playfulness floods me as the desire of whatever the hell was happening subsides. Standing, I pull the sheet along with me exposing her naked body.
“Hey, I’m cold.” She laughs, grabs for it but I'm stronger and she's left lying there but she doesn't let it bother her.
Laughing at my triumph, and wrapping my trophy around my body, she releases a soft sexy giggle, flips over on her hands and knees and begins crawling toward me. Her eyebrows arch and there is a sexy ‘Get your ass back in my bed' look in her eyes. Purring, she bites down on her bottom lip. She heats my blood to a boil in a way no woman has before. I can't stay away from her when she's taunting me. I love a fucking tease and she knows that I won’t be able to keep myself from her much longer.
Fuck!
Groaning, I run my hand over my face into my hair and grip before I’m undone and don’t give a damn about anyone but us.
Impossible.
"If you keep doing that shit I will be late picking up my parents. Barret is a real bastard too. And don't get me started on my mother. Adding her nagging to this fucking hangover that is kicking my ass and my head will explode. You'll be the death of me, babe. Is that what you want?" Shaking my head, I drop the sheet leaving it lying on the floor.
Turning, I look around her bedroom for my clothes, avoiding eye contact at all cost. I look anywhere except at her and somehow seem to be in control; at least right now I am. I just don’t know if I can maintain it. If I even slightly glance at her in my current condition I will take her again. She is the most desirable woman I've ever slept with and saying no is nearly impossible. Suddenly, I feel tongue-tied and parched.
"Oh no, poor baby, do you think you will be in bad trouble if you're late? Will you get a spanking? Mm, I'll spank you now if you’ll let me," she taunts in a sexy low whisper. Glimpsing from my peripheral, I see her lightly tickling over her exposed stomach with long teal fingernails.
Fuck.
Walking into the bathroom, I bend over after spotting my clothes in a pile on the floor next to the tub. Quickly I slip them on. Turning around, I watch as she runs her hands all over her gorgeous body. My eyes bore into hers.
Fuck yes I want her to spank me.
Instead, I smile and say, "Baby, you are tempting but I'll get more than a spanking if I piss them off." Slipping off the bed fully naked, she pads over standing in front of me in the bathroom.
She knows I can’t resist her sweet hot body. "Fuck Waverly," I warn. Temporary bliss, I can no longer allow us.
Placing her hand on the outside of my boxers, she rubs roughly, just the way I like it.
"Mor - gan." Moaning my name this way reveals her need is as desperate as mine.
The sexy little moan with her raspy voice while she strokes me sends me over the edge. Her lips brush along my scruffy jaw line. Her voice, still hoarse with sleep and a hint of southern accent, caressing my every nerve endings makes me want to…
"Oh good lord you make me want to be late." Consequences be damned, right now I need Waverly. "Get on your knees Sweetness," I order, rumbling deep within offers a dominance that she always submits to eagerly.
The room begins to spin and everything blurs, distorting shapes and colors from the surge I get from my controlled command. Closing my eyes, I grip the edge of the doorframe for support and force myself to take deep breaths until my heartbeat slows down to a manageable level. Opening my eyes again, I nod for her to begin. She doesn't even hesitate. Working attentively, she gives me exactly what I need to face my parents and satisfy me until I can see her again.
And it better be soon.
An hour later, still battling one hell of a hangover, I sit at the airfield waiting on the small private plane. Our parents spent the last month in negotiations with a private corporation reviewing plans that will benefit Walker Corporation Canada. It's a fucking gold mine there and new idea development is where our market is now. That's where my role in the company lies at the present. During next week's meeting, I'll get the opportunity to mention my proposals of integrating cloning proxies and augmentation of rationing sustenance supplies for small islands all over North America.
Watching the jet make its final approach, I hear my phone chirp indicating a new text message.
TRISTAN: RENTS HOME YET?
MORGAN: LANDING NOW. SUP?
TRISTAN: @OFFICE NEED 2 CU ASAP
MORGAN: NO PRB. LUNCH?
TRISTAN: YUP, TACKLE Q'S.
Two hours later, I have them home safe so I meet up with Tristan for lunch at the small sports bar next to the police department. Arriving late, I spot him at a table near the back of the room. Maneuvering around I notice Tristan has an irked look on him face - no doubt due to my tardiness.
"Well, just get here when you can," he jokes. Even though he is a stickler for time management, I can tell that he really is just messing with me.
Our waitress drops off menus and the complimentary hush puppies; they are the best here. She’s a cute redhead, petite and appears several years older than me. Flashing a heart-stopping smile, I notice deep dimples on both sides of her face. She's new here. I haven't seen her since moving back and it might be time to get to know her.
No, not a good idea. I don't do nice girls but when I do, it will be Breesan.
"Blaming your mother instead of me would be great. She packs enough shit to travel as if she is supplying a wardrobe for a small country. I went all around Europe with a single backpack but the amount of shit she brought back is obscene for one tiny woman. I'm just going to say it bro - your mom is a hoarder. Your dad must wait days for her to finish packing all that shit." We laugh together at the thought of his selfish father waiting on anyone, even the love of his life.
"I'm just going to ask. What's going on with Breesan?" Not one for small talk, I suspected this is what he wants to discuss.
"Not much to tell. I ask her out, she turns me down. We’re friends. I don't expect her to change her mind anytime soon so
we will be friends."
Feeling an unfamiliar bolt zap me, I am instantly overwhelmed with the desire to make Breesan mine. Unaware of where this feeling is coming from, I begin nervously rubbing my hands together. The waitress places two glasses of water on our table. Downing mine in one gulp and catching my breath, I notice her and Tristan staring at me. I feel my throat closing but manage to hoarsely bark out my order. Taking our menus, the waitress promises she’ll return with our food quickly.
He stares quizzically at me another minute before resuming this line of questioning. "And, what about Marcus?" he says dramatically. Pausing for the full-effect, but I know he's applying his police training so he can judge my reaction.
Clasping my hands in front of me on the table, I lean forward and smirk. "What does Marcus have to do with anything?" Probing for information myself, I know Marcus shares with Tristan. They have always been closer and he’ll know everything.
"Cut the shit Morgan. I know about your fight last year and that it involved a woman. I couldn't give a damn about details, but let me be very clear here. Breesan is not some damn game or conquest between the two of you. She is like a sister to me and I won't have either of you hurting her. You and Marcus are closer to me than brothers, but I will beat the living hell out of you if something happens to her. She is not just some little fuck-thing that you can drop after a one-night stand. So wipe that shit out of your twisted mind now." He snarls low and deep.
He's very protective over her, I wonder if there is more between them. He is absolutely correct that mine and Marcus' fight last year was over a woman. Elise telling me that Marcus was cruel to her sent me into a wild rage and I was not going to let him get away with that shit. Plus, I was truly happy being there for her. Perhaps if he would have just been good to her instead of treating her like she’s unworthy of his greatness he would still be with her and we wouldn't have a problem. No one except for me sees Marcus for the piece of shit that he is because I know him and can see right through his damn charade, a little known fact that drives him mad.
Our food arrives, giving me an opportunity to consider my options. Seeing random women, including Waverly, will keep me commitment free. Or I can take the plunge by removing myself from the single sites and pursuing something with a woman who piques more than my interest.
"Yeah, you got it brother. What is this?" Staring at a piece of paper he shoves toward me, I take it and begin opening it, but before I can read what is written on it he answers and I’m suddenly mesmerized.
"Apparently the shit that happened recently has her reconsidering getting to know you. She likes you Morgan, so don't screw it up." He scrutinizes me severely.
Shocked by her forwardness in taking this step, I’m completely elated. "Dude, relax will ya? I've got this. She is safe with me. I'm not going to hurt her and if I do I fully expect you to pummel the life out of me. Here's a question for you now.” I state smoothly. Leaning back, he stretches out his long denim covered legs and runs his hand through his hair and grins.
“Shoot,” he quips.
I sigh casually. "Alright, I appreciate the father like lecture, but what does Marcus have to do with all of this anyway?" Nailing him with a pointed stare, I watch his shoulders sag and he begins to squirm.
"He wants her."
"What?" Hearing the panic in my voice, my skin begins to prickle.
Motherfucker. This is exactly what I was afraid of happening. I thought I would have more time, but he moves fast. If I know my brother, she falls into the class of ‘Perfect Girlfriend' material for him. Breesan is the total package. Not only is she a pure beauty, but also she’s intelligent, confident, and tenacious. She's worthy of the fight. Without him in the picture, she is one helluva challenge. Adding him is extra competition, but I'm not giving her up easily. He will go after her. I hope she won't fall for him and get hurt like Elise.
"I'm not sure what’s between them but I think their feelings are mutual. However, she's not exactly easily persuaded. So even if she shows him interest, there's no guarantee. I know you two hang out some and now she wants a friendship. You have no idea how fucking huge that is for her Morgan. Take it slow and don't do something stupid like pushing her too fast. She's a smart girl - games won't work.”
Dammit! Leave it to Marcus to zero in on the one woman who I would be willing to change for. Wait, am I willing to change for Breesan? Needing space so I can process everything, I feel an urgency to get out of here. Every rational instinct inside of me screams to stay the hell away from Breesan Maxwell, warning that if I take this chance on her, I'm giving up a whole life and I am damn happy now. But I am a man bordering obsession from all the times she turned me down. If for no other reason than curiosity, I need to find out where this will go.
Trying to hide his humor from me, I see it dancing in his eyes. He thinks he knows me. If only he knew the internal battle waging in me. Watching me, he studies me, waiting to cast his judgment. I've never had claims for a relationship that includes stability and maturity. If I can have a goddess like Breesan, I can give up the womanizing and partying.
"I'm fighting for her so whatever he thinks he has with her won't mean shit soon."
Grabbing my keys from the table, I shake Tristan's hand and slide out of my seat. Getting out of here, I’m meeting up the guys and later hooking up with Waverly. She will help clear my head of all Marcus’ meddling bullshit. God I just need to get lost in her for a few hours and then I can focus on keeping Breesan for myself and out of my brother's bed.
"I'm glad we cleared the air. I'll see you tomorrow at the party." Popping a toothpick in his mouth and a peppermint in his pocket on our way out the door, he bumps unlock on his key fob.
Just before reaching his truck he yells over at me, "Hey Morgan, don't invite Waverly over tomorrow." He smirks and I nod my head. Apparently, he is aware of the relationship.
Damn his investigative skills.
If Waverly gets anywhere near Breesan she could ruin the plans I have to win Breesan over. Knowing Marcus was with Breesan all night at the castle, I blame Waverly for distracting me and causing this trouble.
Thinking back, while on my way to catch up with Breesan going to the ladies room, Waverly grabbed me and pulled me into the study off the hall, beginning a full on passionate assault. I should have pulled my head out of my ass and left her standing there instead of indulging on her sweet lips and tight little body. Now Marcus has his clutches in Breesan and it's all because I couldn't control myself with Waverly.
I'll be damned! Vowing he won’t win her, I pull out the paper that Tristan handed me. It’s Breesan’s cell phone number. Giving it to me now means she really does want to be friends.
What about more? Fuck.
MORGAN: HEY IT'S MORGAN
BREESAN: HEY U
MORGAN: U MADE MY DAY. WHEN CAN I C U?
BREESAN: LOL, UR CRAZY! C U @ THE PARTY 2MORO
MORGAN: K C U THEN ;)
What the fuck? I just sent her a winky face. Disgusted with my teenage behavior, I slap my hand across my face and forcibly try rubbing away the embarrassment.
Needing a plan, I want to work through this whole issue with Marcus. I must talk to someone. Marcus is out of the question. He won’t talk to me and he damn sure won't give her up easily. Tristan won't pick a side and he’s made his feelings known. Anna is her best friend who won't give me a chance because unfortunately, she saw Waverly all over me as we were leaving the club last week. Having dinner at the adjacent restaurant, she watched us get into my car and sent me at text ordering me to call her. Oh boy, she unloads almost every dirty word on me and then tells me I am a real bastard. Explaining that Breesan only wants a friendship with me, she calmed slightly.
What about Waverly?
Waverly gives me as much freedom as I want and she's like one of my closest friends. We have so much in common and I feel at ease with her. She is not looking for a fairytale ending. That is something that she has in common with Breesan, I'm sure tha
t's where the comparisons end. Finding that I’m attracted to both of them, even as different as they are from each other, I am completely muddled.
Confused
Chapter 18
Morgan
Upon arriving back at Granddad’s, I notice my parents and grandparents sitting silently in the study on either side. Causally I stroll in, knowing I’ll be the buffer for their little group so I prepare myself for the tug of war. Crossing the room, I first kiss Gran on the cheek then lean down as Granddad squeezes me in his mammoth size arms. Patting me on the back, he releases me and I turn to give my parents my full attention now.
“Darling, you look thin. You must not be eating properly. It happens every time you come here,” mother says with a very snooty tone, directing all of her hostility toward Gran by shifting her eyes in her direction.
Gran smiles and responds for me. “Haleigh, you know that boy never misses a meal at our house.”
Making an unladylike sound, mother continues her commentary, “Morgan, we haven’t heard from you much this summer. I swear you act worse than your brother sometimes.” There is no playfulness in her tone. Playing us against each other in every aspect of life is shitty and I’m used to it, but I can’t lie and say I’m immune. She is a cold-hearted woman but I still love her.
“Mother, I’ve been working at the office day and night since coming home. Except for the welcome home party Granddad and Gran threw for me, I haven’t had time for much else,” I lie, not wanting her guilt.
“I suppose I’ll allow work as your excuse, this time.” Her smile is phony. “Dear, have you spoken to Morgan about your plans for the company?” She says, speaking to my father now.
Anything work related piques my interest and she knows this. I wait for him to respond since Barret Walker is not the kind of man you cut off in conversation.
“Office topics are only discussed in the office. Only in the office! How many times have I told you this Haleigh?” She flinches away at his harsh tone.