Chapter Ruby
Ruby
By the time she unlocked her front door and carefully guided Morgan through the mess on her floor, she was exhausted.
“Give me a few minutes.”
“I could try to help.”
“Please don’t. That would make me feel awful.”
“And I feel awful that you feel pressured to clean because of me.”
“Well, it has to be done anyway. I’m a real procrastinator when it comes to household chores.”
“What helps you do them in the end?”
“A random burst of energy, or people announcing they are coming over.” She connected her phone to the speakers and started scrolling through her playlist. “What helps you?”
“Hiring a maid.”
“Is that a perk that will stay available if I ever were to move in?”
“It is.”
Having Morgan there was more of a help than she’d thought. They talked the entire time, which kept her on task. Soon enough, clothes were in the hamper, clutter was back where it belonged, and the floors had been vacuumed. Once it was done, she clapped her hands and let out a cheer.
“All done, darlin’?”
“Yes, and feeling much better too. I forget how good it feels when everything is tidy around me.”
“Maybe I can persuade you to move in with me after all.” Morgan stood and offered her a hand, and she all but scrambled to get to him. “Now, show me to your bed.”
Desire pooled low in her gut, thrill cutting through the dominance in his tone. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. “The bed is pushed against the left-hand wall, with a nightstand on the other side.” She stopped and stood beside him. “We’re standing at the foot of the bed.”
“What about the window, can people see inside?”
“No, the curtains are closed.”
“Good. I don’t share. Get undressed and kneel on the bed. If you’d like to keep the t-shirt on, take your bra off.”
She stripped, kneeling in front of him hands in her lap.
“I love when you listen so well.”
Everything—the stress, the exhaustion, the anxiety—fell off her shoulders and she exhaled a relieved sigh. “It feels good to do as you ask.”
“I know.” Morgan smirked and found her jaw, cupping her and guiding her to lean in. “I loved how you’ve taken care of me the past few days. You’ve always looked out for me and attended to my needs. Now you can relax, darlin’.”
She closed her eyes and almost purred as he ran his thumb over her lips.
“I want to fuck you hard and rough, but I’ll go slow if you need it tender tonight.”
“I want it rough, please.”
“Oh, darlin’, I was praying you’d say that.
” His hand slid to her throat, lips crashing down onto her mouth as he groaned into the kiss.
Morgan urged her backward and pressed her into the mattress.
Her legs fell apart for him, his hard erection pressing into her.
He ground into her, the fabric of his jeans rough against her bare pussy.
“So needy. Will I find you already dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she panted, fingers roaming over the stubble on his scalp.
His lips trailed down her neck to find her chest bare. “Sweet love,” he groaned, “you don’t know how much this means to me…”
His kisses worshiped her sternum while one hand palmed her tit.
He took his time, slowly working his way south until his lips sealed around her nipple, his thumb rubbing over the other.
His tongue flicked and made her skin tingle.
Every touch, every kiss, every word from his mouth blurred her mind even more.
Her worries were forgotten, the need to take care of him banished—now it was her turn.
Morgan sucked a path of kisses south, over her bellybutton until his tongue finally licked over her clit. She let out a soft moan, hips arching into him as his fingers slid through her wet heat. She stiffened then, realising that she’d forgotten one very important detail.
“Morgan…”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“You packed condoms, right? I-I don’t have any.”
Morgan rose from the bed, reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a tiny foil square. “I wouldn’t make promises I couldn’t keep.”
“I just had a little heart attack.”
He licked his lips and unbuckled his belt. “Guess I’d better make up for it.”
His jeans hit the floor, and his shirt followed closely behind.
Then she watched rather impatiently as he rolled the condom over his thick length.
When he finally leaned over her again and his lips found hers, her body eased into the mattress.
Morgan rocked his hips, pushing through and lighting her every nerve on fire.
“I’m going to fuck you now—until you crumble beneath me.”
“Oh, god. Yes please.”
Morgan sank his cock into her with one firm thrust, knocking her whole body backwards.
His hand wrapped around her throat, lips claiming hers in a rough kiss.
Spreading her legs as wide as they would go, she met him thrust for thrust, heart exploding in her chest. Her mind was a blur, her body on fire.
He didn’t relent, not from the kiss and not with his hips.
He hammered into her with her nails sinking into his waist as she tried to hold onto something.
“I dare you to come,” he growled. “I will toss you around all fucking night until you beg me to stop.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, unable to entirely process his words. “Morgan…”
“Beg all you want, darlin’, you know how much I love it.”
He grabbed her leg and tossed it over the side, fucking into her sideways and licking into her mouth.
She whimpered, falling apart with just a few hard thrusts.
As promised, he didn’t stop. The moment she came down from her high, Morgan manhandled her onto her stomach.
One large hand bound her wrists behind her back while the other threaded through her hair.
“Ass up,” he snarled, his restraint evident in his voice.
The demand, combined with the pain, was enough to throw her over the edge again, his tip rubbing her sweet spot just the right way. Toes curling, she was yanked up and pulled to lean against his chest.
“You are everything I ever need,” he panted, slowing his hips to a gentle roll. “Nothing is more important to me than your happiness.”
“Morgan,” she cried, tears burning the corner of her eyes.
“I know, darlin’. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“I’m going to make you feel good for the rest of your life. Nothing will tear me away from your side.” And with that, his cock pulsed, and his arms tightened around her, nose nuzzling behind her ear. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Everything after that was a blur, right up until the moment she fell asleep in his arms.
She was jolted out of a deep sleep by her alarm going off, taking way too long to realise what was happening. With a grunt, Morgan silenced the infuriating sound and pulled her back into his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“I don’t want to be a grown up today,” she whined.
“How long before you have to leave?”
“Forty-five minutes. I forgot to change the alarm to incorporate time for Blue.”
“We’d better get going then.”
They rushed to get ready and give Blue his potty break before heading towards the Memorial area.
“What is on your agenda for New Years Eve?” Morgan asked.
“Work, but other than that, I’m free.”
“Jack invited us to come over for a house party.”
“Oh, how exciting. I would love to go!”
“He’s offered us the guest bed because he lives in Spring. I thought we could take that up and then head to the Gingerbread Village the next day.”
“I didn’t know it was still set up.”
“I believe it is until January seventh.”
“I love it,” she giggled. “And having a bed means we can get drunk.”
He laughed and shook his head. “As long as you throw up after our New Year’s kiss, I’ll even hold your hair.”
“Deal.”