Jude stared down at my naked body and his eyes turned to steel. His voice took on an angry tone when he said, “Morgan, tell me you weren’t fucking naked under that shirt when you put your hands on my brother.”
I bit my lip and grinned at him. He grabbed my hips, and I squealed as he flipped me over onto my stomach, and a crack echoed in the room as his hand made contact with my butt cheek.
“Ow, fuck, Jude.”
He did it again on the other side, then leaned over me and whispered, “You ever touch my brothers again and your ass will be so red you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking month.”
Then he slammed into me as I screamed out his name. He pulled back slowly and rammed his hard cock into my wet pussy. Over and over, he fucked me as I panted and whimpered, begging him for mercy I didn’t really want.
“You are fucking mine, Morgan. Say it,” he demanded.
I couldn’t find the words. I opened my mouth to obey, but nothing came out but a long, low moan as he pulled my hips up so I was on my knees.
His hand trailed down my spine until he wrapped it around my neck. “Say it, Morgan.”
“I’m yours,” I rasped, barely able to form the words, let alone say them out loud.
“Louder,” he pressed. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy lips. His hand reached under me and his finger pressed against my clit, rubbing it in circles.
“I want to hear you say it, Morgan. I want you to scream it so loud the whole fucking clubhouse hears you and knows your mine. That I won’t let you go. Hell, I want you to scream so loud he can hear it in fucking Nebraska.”
He rammed his cock inside me, hitting me so deep. I felt my body start to spasm and I cried out, “I’M YOURS!” as the orgasmswept over me. No one had ever made me feel the way Jude Peterson did.
I belonged to him and I always would. Whether I left or not, there would never be anyone else.
Jude thrust three more times before he came inside me with a roar of his own. He collapsed on the bed beside me, and all I could do was let my legs slide down. I didn’t have the strength to turn anything but my head so I could see him.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I knew then, I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t leave him. I’d only be hurting myself as much if not more than I would be hurting him.
And then there was the baby. He or she deserved to have a father. Not one that lived hundreds of miles away, but one they could see every day. A father who wanted them. Who would protect them.
“I won’t let you leave me, Morgan,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “I’ll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to.”
“My father would kill you,” I said with a smile.
“Death is the only thing that will ever separate us. Plus, he tried once already and failed. You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” He brushed the hair away from my face and said, “Tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you forgive me and you’ll never leave me.”
“What about my business?” I asked, already planning to call Scribe tomorrow and have him get started on finding me a buyer.
“Franchise.”
“What?” I asked, leaning up on my arms, my body suddenly more alert than a moment ago. Filled with energy from that single word.
“Open another spa here. The one in Rosewood is doing fine with the woman you left in charge, right?”
“Yeah, I mean I talk to her every few days and it’s like they don’t even need me.”
“Then open a second location. Run them both. We always talked about visiting Rosewood. We can drive up there a couple of times a year so you can check things over, and if you need to, you can be there in a few hours if there’s an emergency.”
He wasn’t wrong. Plenty of people ran multiple businesses in different locations. I guess I just never saw myself expanding. I’d always thought I would grow old in Rosewood running my spa.
“What about my mom?”
Jude chuckled. “Baby, if you think Smokey is letting your mother leave Arkansas, you aren’t as smart as I thought you were.”
I smiled, because I knew he was right. All you had to do was look at him when he was watching her to know he was already in love. But she was holding back for some reason.
“I think she’s afraid.”
