“I love you honey,” he hums as he steps back, giving a pull at my blouse. Buttons scatter as he tears it open, but I don’t care. I want him raw, wild, I want him out of control for me because that is how I feel for him.
“I love you too, baby,” I purr, pulling at his belt, yanking down his zipper.
Just as I reach for him to pull him down with me, he steps further back. I whine because I need him. Then I cry out as he rips my skirt down, tossing it aside as he kneels I fall back with a moan as he pushes the lace of my panties out of his way to lick my sex open with a hungry swipe of his tongue. Stars flood my vision as I palm my breasts, letting him push my thighs wider so he can get his mouth all over me.
“Jesus, you taste sweet. We ought to fight more, honey. I bet you taste sweeter the madder you get,” he teases, kissing my thighs, my hips, then pushing his tongue inside of me as his teeth bite down on my swollen bud.
“Oh, yes, yes. No, no more fighting. Oh, God, yes,” I cry out as he eats my pussy as if it is his last meal.
Arching beneath his mouth, I grow needier by the second, my hands skating over my body. I pluck at my own nipples, sending flashes of pleasure to my center. I grab one of his hands, drawing it up my body. Linking our fingers, I close his handaround my throat, moaning when he puts just enough pressure to make it feel good.
“So damn hot,” he murmurs, swirling his tongue through my folds before he moves. Sliding over me, he puts his weight on me, pressing skin to skin. His hand tightens on my throat, and I let out a muffled moan. “This should be soft, slow. I ought to eat your pussy for hours to beg for your forgiveness. You don’t want that, do you, honey? Tell me what you need.”
Sitting up, I pull him closer by closing my legs about his hips. “You, baby. I just need you. Inside of me, filling me. Make me stop thinking. Make me remember why I can’t ever escape you,” I plead, panting against his mouth as he drags me closer with a rough yank at my hips.
“Because we’re building something here, honey. We do it together. There is no escaping this, Maren. No way you could ever escape me.”
Before I can respond, not that I could top that, he thrusts, sinking deep inside of me. I cry out, falling forward so he has to hold me up. He thrusts slow at first. Drawing all the way out, kissing me softly, then pushing back in. When I circle my hips, his pace stutters before he shifts me back on the bed, pinning me beneath his big body.
“Fuck, I love you. I love how soft you get whenever I am inside you. How pretty those eyes shine when you come for me. I love you. I loved you the moment I stepped in that office. Before then. Fuck, you take me so good, you were made for me to fill you. Built to take just me.”
“Yes,” I moan, arching beneath him to rub my peaked nipples against his chest. It sends a delicious zing between my thighs. “I love you, baby. Make me come. Please, baby, make me come with you buried inside me. I want you to come with me. I want to feel it,” I plead, seeking that powerful moment we share whenever we come together.
Cradling my jaw, he tilts my head to his kiss, shutting us both up. He thrusts into me faster, harder, tilting me to take him. I claw at his back, opening for his tongue, closing my body all around him. His thrusts become wild, his teeth biting at my lip. He’s close so I circle my hips again. I want him to come, I want that primal pulse of him inside of me.
“That’s it. That’s it, get there with me, baby,” I beg.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he hisses, pounding into me now, driving my body up the bed as he takes me harder, harder.
“Yes, yes, oh, baby,” I shout as I come, spasming with him buried inside of me as he starts to jerk with his release too.
Morgan collapses against me as we come together, clinging to each other with breathless need. I cradle him close, refusing to let him pull out of me or move off me. I want the weight of him, the slick of his sweat on my skin, the slow jerk of him inside of me. It’s a kind of bliss I never knew could be real—but it is very real for both of us.
We stay tangled for a long time. At some point, he shifts us so we’re lying face to face. He takes me again this way, holding my gaze with his, thrusting slow, deep, making me come to another level with him. We make love all night, as if we have to make up for the near miss today. When we’re in the kitchen later, needing some recovery snacks, I ask him about the big show his brothers and he put on earlier.
“What was the game plan there?”
Turning from pulling out cold cuts for sandwiches as I crunch at a chip, he laughs. “To stop you at all costs. You were not getting out of True Ridge tonight, if the Brant Brothers had anything to do with it. We might be dicks to each other sometimes, fight over blueprints or our tools, but they come through when I need them most.”
Smiling as I hop up on the counter, I nod. “I wish I had brothers. Or a sister. It was just me after my parents died so...Ithink that must be why trying to go, just take the first exit I see, comes easier than facing the hard stuff. I won’t do that again,” I promise him soberly, drawing him to me so I can hold him.
“You can if you need to. I have those guys on call. You won’t get out of True Ridge without one of us getting in the way. Besides, you do have brothers now. Those three. They’re as much your brothers as they are mine now. Ethan was pissed when I called him earlier—not at you but at me. With good reason, I suppose. Though...he mentioned Evie right away too so perhaps I intruded on something. What is going on with those two?”
Laughing, I bounce a shoulder. “I know he goes to her place sometimes to fix stuff,” I make air quotes because I read this from the start. Evie gets nervous whenever he comes to the diner. He lights up when she is there to take his order which never changes so anyone else could manage it. “I think...after what her husband did to her, she is cautious. He would be good for her, I think. They would be so cute together,” my tone picks up because now I am on board with this idea of them getting together, even if neither of them have asked us our opinion.
“They would be cute together,” he agrees, spreading Miracle Whip on a piece of bread before pointing the butter knife at me. “No cuter than the two of us, however. Evie has a child, yeah? A little girl.”
“Yes. Does that...would it be a deal breaker?”
“Nah, Ethan loves kids. Uh...what about...how do you feel...I mean, kids for us?”
Cocking my head, it is then that it hits me. This is my home. His place, with him making me a sandwich piled high with ham and Swiss, us talking about his brothers’ love lives. This is my home. He is my home. He wants me for the long haul, wants everything that goes along with it.
“I am not sure I would be a good mother,” I admit on a whisper before I shove another chip in my mouth as I think it over more.
“I think you would be good at anything you wanted. Doesn’t mean we have to have kids. I reckon with three brothers, one of them with an old lady with a kid, we would have plenty of options to borrow one,” he teases. Only, I can tell he means it. Setting aside the makings of our late snack, I pull him to me once again.
“I want us to build a life together, Morgan. Whatever that means for both of us. Kids, no kids. Marriage, no marriage. I just want to be with you. I love you more than anything in my entire world. I won’t be looking for the exit anymore, I promise. This is where I want to be. With you, here in True Ridge. Sitting at that desk at the bank where my beautiful boyfriend sends sweet croissants and coffees to let me know he is thinking about me.”
