Chapter 19
19
Morse
I CAN’T FUCK Amelia.
Few thoughts troubled my mind as she stood before me in only her underwear, but that mantra played on repeat. It didn’t matter that she’d just issued an invitation so blatantly there was no misinterpreting it because she was in pain, recovering from a traumatic ordeal, and we were in her parents’ house. Only an asshole would shove her against the wall, tear her pale pink panties away, and plow into her like a fucking animal.
It would be wrong on so many levels.
So, why did I keep imagining myself doing it?
You’re no better than the rest of them, you piece of shit.
No. I needed to resist. To prove I wasn’t like my father, the priest, or the general who conquered and destroyed, leaving shattered pawns in their aftermath.
I had been summoning the fortitude to walk out the door when Amelia dropped her bra, knocking any remaining resistance out of me with that one hit. Now, I was nothing more than her goddamn puppet, willing to dance, sing, and fuck at her command. The devious smile that stretched across her lips pulled every single one of my strings toward her.
She could have fucking died today .
It wasn’t the first time the thought had blindsided me, and it wouldn’t be the last. Fear punched me in the gut without regard for the way she stood in front of me now, alive and well.
What if she hadn’t been lying back?
What if Morgan had been behind her?
What if the snipers would have hit their mark?
This shit would drive me crazy if I didn’t put a stop to it. The fucked-up voice in the back of my head kept insisting that if I got my cock inside of Amelia, everything would be okay, and I’d find utopia. But that was bullshit. Her pussy wasn’t responsible for solving my problems.
She wasn’t mine.
And I’d been keeping shit from her.
That should have been reason enough to keep my goddamn hands to myself, but I was too far gone to pay reason any mind. Especially when she stepped beneath the spray, watching me beneath wet lashes. Her pale pink panties turned completely translucent, and she palmed her tits in an offering I could never deserve.
This woman. She’d never played games, which was likely the trait I admired most about her.
I couldn’t fuck her, but I couldn’t walk away.
Especially not when vulnerability flashed in her eyes.
Water ran over her curves in rivulets that made me feel instantly parched. I wanted to fall to my knees and drink from her, lapping every drop from her skin.
Don’t make it weird, dumbass.
But I would get as freaky as she wanted. I’d do anything for her, a truth I’d proven when I’d let her talk me into bringing her here to this place where she so obviously didn’t want to be.
Why?
If someone here had hurt her….
“You okay?” Amelia asked, her expression falling.
Locking down my rising anger, I said, “I’ll feel better if you let me wash your hair.”
Surprise widened her eyes, dulled by disappointment as she glanced at her body.
I was screwing this all up and making her doubt herself. Determined to rectify the situation, I slackened my leash and let every filthy thing I wanted to do to her play out in my head. Selecting the least likely option to send her running, I lunged forward, snaking an arm around her waist to tug her against me as I pounced on her inviting lips.
Despite the hot water, she was still so cold. I deepened the kiss, warming us both up under the spray as my hands roamed over her curves before focusing on those perfect tits. She moaned into my mouth, and I reached for her panties, only to stop myself before I could tear them off.
What am I doing?
If I was giving in and doing this, I would damn well do it right, which meant we weren’t rushing into anything. I could make her feel better, but stop before I ruined everything.
I peeled myself away, taking in her swollen lips. Her pulse raced at her jugular, and her breaths rushed out in huffs. I’d been fantasizing about the possibility of this moment for years. I was going to revel in every second. Whatever she saw in my eyes made her brazenly reach for my cock. Evading her fingers, I caught her wrist in my hand.
“I’m in here with you, but we’re doing this my way, so stop trying to fuck up my plans.”
Trouble played at the corners of her eyes and danced across her lips. “You have plans?”
I poked myself in the chest. “Premeditated, remember? Now chill the fuck out and let me take care of you.”
Her expression softened, and she slid out of my hold, leaning back into the spray. “Okay.”
I gave my fidget ring a couple of hard spins but couldn’t for the life of me summon up the name of a single baseball team because her gaze dropped to my achingly hard cock, and she blushed. It must have short-circuited my brain because suddenly, all I could think about was her riding me.
Those fucking tits would bounce….
I spun away from her and fought my dick for control, grabbing the shampoo. Squeezing an acceptable mound of fragrant goo into my palm, I massaged it into her scalp. Stiff at first, she relaxed into my touch in no time, letting out a little moan that made me impossibly harder.
“God, that feels incredible,” she said with a moan that made me impossibly harder.
We worked together to rinse her hair, and then I massaged the conditioner through the ends, gently caring for her even as I throbbed with need. Every time she shifted, her fucking tits jiggled, driving me out of my mind. When I rinsed her hair again, my cock poked into the soft flesh of her belly, and stars burst behind my eyes. It took everything in me not to grind into her. Instead, I turned and walked out of the shower.
“Uh… Morse?” Amelia asked, sounding amused.
“Be right back.”
I found a washcloth and returned. Reaching for the body wash, I dumped too much on the cloth and muttered a curse. She bit back a smile, amusement dancing in her eyes. I came up behind her and plopped the soapy cloth on her shoulder.
“You don’t have to—” She reached for it.
I gently swatted her hand away. “I want to.”
Rubbing the cloth in circles over her shoulders and down her back, I covered her in whatever silky suds millionaires kept in their guest bathrooms. I’d never done anything like this for anyone, but it felt so right—so natural—to take care of her. After scrubbing her arms, I slid her panties off to wash the round, juicy orbs of her ass. Then, I focused on her front. Her breasts required special attention that I was more than happy to provide, tweaking the nipples with my thumbs as I squeezed and kneaded.
She ran a hand over one breast, capturing my full attention as she scooped up suds. Her hand slid around my cock, enveloping it in silky warmth. Groaning, I pumped into her hand twice before returning to my senses and pulling away.
Her smile was coy and flirty when she asked, “What? You don’t like that?”
“We both know I do. What part of ‘Stop fucking up my plans’ do you not understand?”
“I want to touch you.”
Her hand shot out again, but I evaded it by dropping to my knees to focus on her legs. Not the wisest move I’d ever made, considering the way it put her pussy directly in licking range. My mouth watered as I anticipated her taste, sliding the washcloth down and around one leg, then the other. When I finished, I worked my way up her inner thigh, chuckling under my breath at the way she spread them for me.
It was a good thing I was on my knees because the sight of her wet and waiting for me would have knocked my legs out from under me. I wasn’t worthy. However, now that she’d let me in, I hoped she knew she was stuck with me because I’d never let her go.
I slid the washcloth through her swollen, wet folds. Her breath hitched. With half-lidded eyes, she watched as I did it again, slower this time, swirling the cloth around her clit in a tease that earned me another moan. Fucking music to my ears. On the third swipe, I coated my hand in suds before easing a finger inside her core.
She felt so damn good. Way better than she’d ever felt in my dreams because this was real. Feeling like the luckiest motherfucker on the planet, I shifted, flattening my palm against her clit as I pumped my finger in and out of her pussy. She threw back her head and closed her eyes.
“You like that?” I asked. “My filthy angel like riding my finger?”
Wet heat enveloped the digit, letting me know my words had turned her on. Good to know. I added a second finger and wrapped my free arm around her to palm one thick ass cheek. Holding her in place, I worked her over until she was shuddering and spent.
The soft, earthy fragrance of her release almost took me over the edge with her. Fisting my cock to keep from embarrassing myself, I backed her out of the direct spray and pinned her against the smooth river rock wall. Propping her leg over my shoulder, I let her dripping, throbbing pussy beckon me forward.
She was the best taste I’d ever had on my tongue. She seemed shy at first, pink flooding her cheeks as she watched me lap her up. Once I’d cleaned her off, I captured her little bud in my mouth and sucked until her eyes rolled back in her head. Alternating between her clit and pussy, I feasted and teased until she moaned and wiggled, fisting my hair and holding me where she wanted me until she found her release.
Watching her ride my face was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. Had I thought to record it, she would be my own personal porn star because I’d watch this scene on repeat as often as I could.
While she recovered, I stepped under the spray and scrubbed up, enjoying the way her sex-drunk eyes meandered over my body. Finished in the shower, we both toweled off. I scooped up an armload of extra towels and led her back into the bedroom, where I turned off the lights and ensured the door was locked. Amelia watched me from where she stood on one side of the bed, wearing nothing but a fuzzy white towel that barely covered her ass. The orange glow of the fireplace danced across her skin, and a satisfied smirk ghosted her lips. My hands itched to snatch up my phone and snap pictures because I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“What?” she asked.
“You look like a goddamn angel. My goddamn angel.” I hadn’t earned that right to call her mine, but fuck it.
Amelia had never been good at accepting compliments and didn’t know how to respond. Sparing her the trouble, I turned and lowered the shades. The view was gorgeous, and we were high enough up that nobody should be able to see in, especially with the light off. But there were snipers on our trail, and any number of perverted punks could have binoculars trained on these windows. I was the only one seeing her naked tonight. I spread the dry towels over half the bedspread.
“What are you doing?” Amelia asked.
“I’m giving you a massage. Lay down on your belly.”
She hesitated. “That’s unnecessary. You’ve already gone above and beyond, and I should….” Her gaze drifted to the towel currently doing a piss-poor job of hiding my erection, and she licked her goddamn lips. “Take care of you.”
I reached down and pinched the head of my dick because I would not come in a towel, dammit. “You. Stop that. Get on that bed now. Ass up.”
She should have slapped me across the face. I’d braced for it, knowing I deserved as much, but that wasn’t the reaction I got. Instead, the fucking vixen yanked the corner of her towel and let it drop to the floor. Naked, she climbed onto the bed on all fours, looked me in the eye, and lowered her head to the mattress, leaving her ass in the air in invitation.
Holy shit, she was a brat in the bedroom.
I should have known. Everything else about her was perfect. Of course, this would be, too. I slapped her ass. Not hard, but sharp enough to sting. She gasped in surprise, even as desire pooled in her eyes.
“Does being in that position hurt your leg?” I asked, my hand lingering on her backside.
“No. Not right now.”
Good to know. I filed that tidbit away for later. “Lie flat.”
For a moment, I thought she would argue, but she complied with a huff.
My hand roamed over the swell of her cheek to the juncture of her legs, where she was still soaking wet. “You’re sore. I’m gonna fix that before I fuck this pussy.”
She pressed against my fingers, and I pulled my hand away to scoop up my phone from the dresser. Ignoring her frown, I fired up my music app and found an appropriate station for the occasion. Smooth jazz notes softened the silence, and I turned up the volume and set my phone aside to retrieve a small glass bottle from my backpack. When I unscrewed the lid, peppermint and eucalyptus flavored the air, giving the room an achy old people smell.
“Magical potion?” Amelia asked, watching me.
“You’d think so to hear Hound tell it. He’s got a bad back and swears by this shit. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try it on your leg.”
“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful. I can’t remember the last time I had a massage.”
Then I’d give her the best damn massage ever. I coated my hands in oil and rubbed them together to warm it. The fireplace had chased away most of the chill, but I wanted her completely comfortable and relaxed. I started on her shoulders, digging deep into the muscles and attacking the knots.
“Let me know if I get too rough.”
Her little moan of agreement shot straight to my dick. “Not too rough. Feels incredible.”
Encouraged, I continued, taking my time as I worked my way down her arms before focusing on her lower back. Moving to the bottom of her feet, I massaged up her legs, carefully avoiding the juncture of her inner thighs. Even as she spread her legs, tantalizing me with a glimpse of her glistening cunt.
When I dug my knuckles into her ass cheeks, she winced before relaxing and letting me go deeper. “That muscle is called the piriformis,” I said, grinding against it. “According to the videos I watched, massaging it should give your sciatic nerve some relief.”
“You watched videos?”
“Of course I did.” I’d never done this before and didn’t want to fuck it up.
“Well, this is the best torture I’ve ever endured.” Her words came out husky and heated as she pressed against my touch, begging for more.
I dug and kneaded until she was a boneless mess beneath my fingers. Then I grabbed her discarded towel to wipe off the excess oil, but Amelia turned over, and all thoughts and intentions fled the room as she palmed her breasts.
I shook my head, chuckling.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, though her smug smile told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“You’re playing with fire, Angel. It’s taking everything in me not to attack you right now and wear your bratty ass out.”
“Sounds like a happy-ending upgrade. Sign me up.”
This woman was going to kill me.
“We really need to talk first.”
“Later.” She reached into the opening of my towel and found my cock, giving my shaft a squeeze that annihilated the last of my restraint.
I moaned, which only seemed to encourage her because she turned on her side to face me and led me by my cock to her face. The swell of her tits and the dip of her waist fucking called to me, begging me to touch and explore. Everything felt too good to be true. Any minute now, she’d come to her senses and change her mind. Or I’d wake up alone in bed to discover she’d hijacked my subconscious once again, and this was just another wet dream.
Soft fingers ran over my slit. A shudder went up my spine as she replaced the digits with her tongue, swirling and licking. I should have pulled away, but the sight of her playing with my cock stole my breath away. Then the wet heat of her mouth enveloped me, and I almost blacked out.
This was as close as I’d ever get to heaven.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she did her damnedest to suck my soul from my body. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took me to a different plane, an alternative reality where nothing but pleasure mattered. I hit the back of her throat, encouraged by the way she enthusiastically gagged on my cock and took me deeper, wrapping a hand around the base of my shaft. Pressure built low in my spine, and the edges of my vision darkened, forcing me to pull out before it was too late.
“Why’d you stop me?” Her tone dripped with disappointment, making me want to slam my cock back into her mouth and give her what she wanted.
But I’d wanted her for far too long to go out like that. “You first. Always. When I finally come, I plan to be balls deep in your pussy, swollen and dripping with all the pleasure I’ve wrung out of you.”
She let out a needy whimper. I gently nudged her onto her back. Blood thrumming with anticipation, I drank in the sight, trying to decide which perfect body part to defile first. Starting with her lips, I kissed, sucked, nibbled, and teased my way down her neck, over her breasts, and across her belly. By the time I reached the juncture of her thighs, she was trembling and whimpering my name like a prayer, her folds slick with desire I had to taste. I ran my tongue over her slit, lapping her up. Fisting the blankets, she emitted the sexiest gasp I’d ever heard. The sound caressed my cock, making it throb and leak. I would have given up Smokey to be inside her at that moment, but I’d made a promise I intended to keep. Burying my face between her thighs, I fucking feasted, taking her over the edge again and again until she tugged me up her body and begged me for mercy.
“Please. Morse. I want you.”
I’d been a fool to think I could resist her. She wanted this—wanted me—and I’d damn well give her anything she wanted. I threw my leg over the side of the bed to stand, but she stopped me.
“What are you doing?”
The concern in her voice made me wonder if she thought I was leaving. “Condom.”
She shook her head. “My tubes are tied, and I’m clean.”
Had she really just offered to let me ride her bareback? A better man would decline, but a better man wouldn’t find himself in this situation to begin with. I’d fallen this far. Might as well enjoy the perks.
“I always wrap up, and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”
“Please,” she repeated. “I need you, and I want nothing between us.”
That settled it. I took her lips as I lined myself up at her entrance, bathing my cock in her honey before slowly pressing in. And holy shit. The reality blew every one of my many fantasies out of the water. Nothing in my life had ever felt as perfect as my tongue dancing with hers as her cunt tried to strangle the life out of my cock. A saxophone crooned from my phone. She moaned my name. The moment was flawless.
She was flawless.
My angel.
“Harder,” she breathed against my neck.
Unable to hold back any longer, I unleashed and pounded into her until we both unraveled. Afterward, I cradled her in my arms and buried my nose in her still-wet hair.
Amelia was mine now, and I was damn well going to keep her.