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Oh my fucking God. This woman is going to be the death of me in more than one way. In every way. But first, she’s determined to challenge me even when I’m trying to enjoy fucking her.
19
MORGAN
Every muscle in my body is relaxed but sore at the same time. Not sure how to explain it. All I can say is it was worth it, the face-fucking, the shower, the other fucking in the bathroom before another round in the bed. I was too exhausted to even leave his room but made it clear that if he started any of hisfeelingsbullshit, I was leaving. He agreed after some grumpiness. But right now, I feel his fingertips stroking over the skin of my back, and I know he’s about to channel that sappy bullshit.
“Stop it or I’m going back to my room. Or someone else’s.”
He mutters a curse under his breath as his hand smacks my bare ass cheek. All I do is nuzzle deeper into the bed and keep my eyes closed. It’s too damn early. I’m not ready to get up. And I’m sure as fuck not ready to go back to my house. I will be. Just not right now.
“Let’s go get breakfast.” Cade moves over me, his chest pressed against my back, his lips moving over my neck. “You have to be hungry after that workout last night.”
“What workout?”
He moves his hands up my arms, grabbing them as he holds them to the bed, his dick rubbing against my ass. “I can remind you, then we’ll go grab something to eat.”
Breakfast was not part of the deal, but morning dick sounds great.
He moves my hands to the iron bar of the head rest. “Hold on tight.”
“You really overestimate yourself.” A smile spreads across my lips as I tilt my head, allowing him to have better access. His tongue teases my neck, his teeth scrape across my shoulder as he gently bites my skin. I feel his hand between us before his dick pushes inside me. My hands holding tight as I push back against him. Fuck, he feels better than any breakfast will ever taste.
“That wet pussy says otherwise.” He moves his hands under me, gripping my shoulders as he thrusts deeper.
“I was already primed. Sex dream. Sorry you weren’t in it.”
His laugh vibrates against my skin as he rams harder inside me. “I know you’re lying. The queen doesn’t apologize. For anything.”
“At least you’re not a complete idiot.” Shit. I am. Because I just admitted he was right. But I don’t get hung up too long on that fact. I can’t think about anything other than him inside me, when he moves his hand between me and the mattress, it doesn’t take long before I’m riding another orgasm. He keeps fucking me for a minute while I ride out mine, then he tenses, his hands moving over mine as they grip the iron headboard and hold on tight.
He takes in a few ragged breaths before he tenderly kisses me on the shoulder. And all it makes me want to do is bring my elbow back to smash into his face. I don’t. Instead, I stay with my face against the soft sheets and keep my eyes closed.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower. Where do you want to go for breakfast?” He’s off of me, but I still feel like he’s smothering me.
“Go by yourself. I’m not hungry.” I’m really not. I’d like to just go back to sleep at the moment. But he can’t leave shit alone for two seconds.
“I can grab you something. Or order room service.”
“Or you could let me sleep.”
“Or not.” I feel his hand move up my calf muscle, I think he’s going to continue up my leg but instead he quickly grips my ankle and pulls me towards him. I turn over, my back on the bed as he hovers over me. I seriously reconsider decking him in the nose. But I actually do the smart thing and shove him to the side so I can slide out from under him and hop off the bed.
Once I find my panties, I pull them on, then hunt for my dress. And I feel him watching me the entire time. I can’t move fast enough when he snatches my dress off the floor and holds it behind him.
“You’re not running this time.”
“If you think that will keep me here, you really don’t know me at all.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? I know you. I get to you. And it’s the only thing that scares you. It’s the only time you’ve ever backed down from a challenge.”
“Whatever you think is between us… isn’t. What the fuck part of ‘let’s just be fuck buddies’ don’t you get? Shit, I don’t even want the buddy part. Just fucking. That’s it. And now there’s not even that because you insist on acting like a dumb fuck.”
When I reach for my dress, he shifts back. “You’re already pissed, so I’m going to ask… you said you’re on birth control, but that isn’t foolproof—at least we know condoms aren’t since we used one our first time.”
He isn’t only being a dumb fuck. He’s asking for hell.
“Yes. I’m on birth control.” I reach for my dress, and he moves it back again. So I step away from him, fold my arms over my chest, and wait for the next stupid thing to come out of his trap.
