And All The Walls Fell Down
Creed
While Morgan was getting ready, I reached out to a contact to get some help for Addie. I didn’t know for sure that she understood her mother died, and after doing some reading, it seemed it would be best for Addie to be given a choice to attend the funeral. It would give her the opportunity to gain some insight on all the people that were ready to support her. She could also say goodbye on her own terms. Morgan should have been allowed to see Addie right away, but due to the circumstances of her parents deaths, they hadn’t let anyone near her, not even her grandmother. I had a state level contact in the Department of Child Services in Indianapolis that might have been able to pull some strings. Her husband served under me before Delta Force, and we stayed in touch. I did get through to her and she agreed it should have been Morgan to talk to Addie. She said it was likely that Addie was seen by a child therapist right away and every choice was based on what was best for the child. I really didn’t get anywhere and there wasn’t much I could do for Addie until she was released into Morgan’s care.
Soon after that call, I walked into the kitchen, following a damn tempting aroma, and caught one hell of a vision. Morgan was wearing very short leather shorts and was bent over to pull our dinner from the oven. Not long before that I saw the girl next door in her, and suddenly I was looking at a seductive goddess. I leaned against the wall and bit my lip as I imagined all the things I could have done to that perfect as hell body.
Earlier that day, I checked on her from the cameras and saw her crying as she baked. It tore my heart out. I knew she was trying her hardest to seem fine when I was around, but grief was always obvious.
I hadn’t seen her work out yet, so I was very curious how she kept such an amazing body. As I watched her finish up dinner, I imagined what life would be like to have a relationship with someone worth trusting. I knew that kind of woman existed, Stephanie was a prime example, and I couldn’t deny it was nice to come home and have someone waiting. By that I didn’t mean someone that lived to constantly do kind things like baking, cooking, and cleaning. None of that would have been expected, but it was nice. Especially to have someone that I was so attracted to like I was to Morgan. The more I got to know her, the more she scared me. I couldn’t get my mind to focus all day at work, and I caught myself looking at the clock and counting down the time to when I could go home and see her. I thought maybe I just needed to fuck her to prove she was no different than any other woman, but I knew me, once was never enough. Not to mention it was the last thing she needed, and she already said she didn’t do casual. It wasn’t like I could offer an agreement, I had nothing she couldn’t buy for herself. Every woman I ever knew, besides the wives of my men, always wanted something from me. With Dahlia it was her education. I was nothing but a sugar daddy or a hopeful meal ticket to the women of my past. The only thing I could offer Morgan was what I was already giving her, which was protection, comfort, and a place to hide from the paparazzi. Plus, I realized a woman like Morgan couldn’t be bought. She knew how to take care of herself and if she wasn’t with me at the time she would have made other arrangements.
When she turned and looked at me, I noticed the makeup she was wearing covered her light bruises. She had one on her head that barely showed near the stitches in her hairline and another one on her cheek. She had a small cut on her bottom lip that I could still see, but nothing could steal her beauty away. Not even grief.
We sat down and talked, and once again she shocked me when I learned she worked at Arby’s. Damn, she was in every teenagers living room on a sitcom at the same time she was making chocolate frosty’s and making roast beef sandwiches. Tanner and Jenny meant it when they said they raised three down to earth children. It was hard to believe she made millions of dollars, and they banked it all away for her future. All the while they were probably scraping by when Jenny took leave from her work to support Morgan’s acting career. My dad was a damn good parent, but he spoiled me. All my discipline was learned through athletics and the military. I finally understood what Josh meant about her being spoiled in some ways, but also down to earth at the same time. She hadn’t argued one time since I brought her home from the hospital.
The meal was so damn good and filling as well. After dinner I helped her save the leftovers and we did the dishes before we left. That was another thing I was surprised to learn. Morgan was a neat freak and didn’t expect others to clean up after her. I could remember my mother screaming at the staff for not always doing everything the way she wanted. She never put things away and it always seemed like she thought someone should follow her around and pick up her messes instantly. I remembered one fight my parents had, and it was a big one. My dad gave all the staff two weeks off, just to give them a break and force my mother to actually do something for herself. She had a complete meltdown and started throwing things at him. I didn’t understand why that fight happened until years later when I asked my dad. I just remember her throwing and breaking things. She fell to the floor screaming then she packed her things and moved into a hotel suite for two weeks. Dad had to take me to work with him. Dad challenged her and eventually that was one of the reasons she left. He didn’t run after her and gave her all the attention she thought she deserved. She also didn’t get the attention she wanted in the high society of old money. The snobby women had a field day laughing at Nicole. She wasn’t born into money, and she tried way too hard. Marrying a famous movie producer, and moving to Hollywood, gave her different form of high society. Most of the people out there didn’t come from old money.
I led Morgan out to my detached garage. “We’re taking the bike?” She asked.
I opened the garage door, and she gasped. “We’re taking one of the bikes?”
I chuckled. “I promise I will go slow and not mess up your hair.”
I did it to torture myself because I’m a glutton for pain. I must have loved having her body pressed up against mine just to walk around with a painful hard on all night. I started my bike, kicked up the kickstand and lifted my chin to tell her to hop on. I couldn’t see her behind me, but I knew one thing for sure. She looked as hot as hell in all black while riding on my bike. I knew I somehow had to get a look at what most guys would probably kill to see. A carefree and real Morgan Rossi on the back of my bike.
When I saw the commissary that was closed, I slowed and pulled into the parking lot. Not only did I drive by the glass doors to see the reflection, I parked the bike and turned it off. “Wait here, I need to check on something.”
“Can I still sit on it with the kickstand down?” She asked.
Abso fucking lutely. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. It’ll only take me a minute to check something.” I was a creep, an asshole, and stupid as hell, but I let myself into the commissary and went to the window to take a few pictures with my phone.
When I walked back out, she smiled, and I stopped walking. My body completely froze. I couldn’t move or talk. I just stood there like a love struck teenager that saw his first pair of tits. Of course they weren’t out, but she was a vision. She shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked at me. “Is everything alright?” She asked.
No, you’re fucking killing me.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just trying to remember if I locked the doors. I remember I did now.” Such a fucking liar.
I got back on my bike and took it slow to the Community center. Yeah, I sure as hell saw the fuckers standing outside with their jaws dropped as they checked Morgan out. I shot them each a look, but of course they didn’t notice. They were too busy checking her out. Once off the bike, I took her hand and helped her off the bike. I just hoped she didn’t look down and notice the rock hard bulge in my jeans. Well, her and the men that were staring at us. I reminded myself to have another talk with all of them. It might have actually called for a fucking memo to be put in their mailboxes at the commissary.
“Thanks.” She smiled up at me.
I gave her a wink. “Anytime.”
Not only was she beautiful, she was kind and considerate. Morgan Rossi was the whole package, and she was living in my home. Her only downfall, was about every man on earth saw her ass and tits at one point or another. Damn, some things really should have been sacred. No wonder Patrick nearly obsessed over erasing her nude scenes in the state of Indiana. The poor guy probably lived through hell in high school. I wasn’t sure how far apart they were in age, but I sure hoped he was out of high school and college before she did her first nude scene.
No, she didn’t do porn, but almost every part of her body was seen…except for one spot. Damn, imagine being one of the only men to have seen her tight as hell pussy. I knew it would be perfect. I bet she was warm and tight…damn I had to stop!
I opened the community center door for her then she stepped inside with me one step behind her. She suddenly stopped and looked up at me. “I’m nervous. What if the wives don’t like me, or maybe they’ll be like the girls in high school. Most of them teased me and tried to make my life hell. I don’t think I could live through that again. Maybe we should just go home. Will the other women be here?” She leaned in and whispered. “The ones that like the sex?”
I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. “They like the sex?” The sex? What in the hell was going through her head?
She nodded and those big blue eyes looked so damn innocent. I leaned down to whisper. “Don’t most women like the sex?”
She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Not all women think it’s all it’s cracked up to be.”
My heart just about leaped out of my chest. Was she fucking kidding me? She hadn’t been properly fucked and she was almost thirty years old? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her if a man ever made her come, and damn, things were getting even more painful down below.
I leaned back in to whisper. “All women who have been properly fucked love sex, Morgan. The girls inside here aren’t the enigma. That’s you.” I leaned back to see her blush and damn it was gorgeous. “Everyone will be fine, if not, you need to tell me. Stephanie is in there and she already likes you. The same with Bolton and Zoey. Let’s go make you some friends.” I took her hand without thinking about it and led her to the bar. Stephanie hopped up from her seat and greeted Morgan right away. She took her hand and pulled her away from me, forcing me to let go of her soft hand. I regretted letting go of it.
“No men allowed, and I’ve got her from here. Go on now, go lose some money to my husband and we’ll see you in a few hours.” Stephanie ordered. I felt kind of bad as Stephanie pulled her away and Morgan’s eyes were still on me, like she was begging me not to leave her.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. “She will be fine.” I looked over and saw Granger. He chuckled. “You look like I probably did the first time I had to watch Dillon walk into school by himself.” I looked back and saw Morgan and she was smiling as all the wives introduced themselves. Then I looked to the right and saw the single women giving Morgan and the wives the stink eye. I’d never understand women. They were a jealous species when they should have been supporting each other. Felicity looked at me and I made it clear that I would be watching. She gave me a nod like she understood my warning.
We left and entered the banquet hall where the men were spread out playing cards. I typically didn’t play, but I knew if I didn’t I’d not stay put and let Morgan make friends. She was in good hands with Stephanie and if I didn’t let her go she wouldn’t make friends and feel comfortable enjoying her freedom while at Creed’s Lake. I hoped I’d see her driving around, going to the community center, visiting the commissary, and maybe even enjoying the pool. She deserved to have some freedoms from cameras and crazy fans. The only trick was making it clear to the entire community that she was just like everyone else and deserved to be treated as such. The only problem was, Morgan would never truly be like everyone else.
I dodged one question after another about Morgan. I also warned every damn one of them to leave her alone. It was fine to socialize, but not to stare, make her uncomfortable, ask for an autograph or most of all, never take photos. Yes, I was a hypocrite, but it couldn’t be helped.
It wasn’t long before the music started in the bar. It took everything I had not to walk over and take a peek to make sure she was alright. I imagined Felicity and the other women making her uncomfortable and I couldn’t stand the idea. I would have thought Morgan would have been more outgoing. She did great at the fundraiser, but I realized it was because it was people she grew up knowing. Morgan had insecurities and her shyness around strangers may have been one of the contributing factors to her reputation.
I was three games in when I heard a commotion in the bar. I jumped up with Granger right behind me. When we stepped inside the bar, Granger and I both froze at what we saw. “What the fuck?”
“Holy shit, my wife is so fucking hot.” Granger only had eyes for Stephanie.