32. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Morgan
W e sat in our own little bubble on the sky bridge for far too long, alternating between slow conversation and comfortable silence. Just like that first night I broke down at his house, Walker didn’t force me to talk about what happened today. He just held me in his arms and gave me all of the time I needed to reset in his secret spot.
And it worked . . . though I think that’s more due to him, than anything else. I almost forgot what it’s like to be around him—the constant crackle of energy flowing between us, the spark that makes even the darkest grays transform into beautiful color.
Walker told me he has something to give me before I head home, so we’re currently stopping by the ortho call room on the way out.
I feel myself frown as we enter the small, windowless space.
I can’t believe that my friends hookup in here.
There’s nothing sexy about a twin-size bed and fluorescent lighting—not even if the man you’re with makes you feel all tingly inside.
“Did you get me a present?” I ask, trying to peek past Walker’s massive body. He’s standing at his locker, searching for something.
“No. ”
I jump into the air, getting a quick glimpse of a blue bag and a stack of neatly organized books. “Did you make me something?”
“No.”
This time I launch myself onto his back, wrapping my legs around his torso so that I can peer over his shoulder.
“Blue Nerd Clusters!” I scream into his ear, reaching out with grabby hands.
Walker mutters something rude that I don’t hear because I’ve secured the goods and already jumped down from my mount. Plopping onto the desk in the corner, I shove a handful of my favorite candy into my mouth, the stress of the day instantly washing away the moment the sugary gummies hit my tongue.
“Best husband ever,” I say with a full mouth. “Did you get these for me? Or are you a connoisseur too?”
He grabs something else from his locker and closes the door. “Pretty sure you called me the worst husband less than twelve hours ago.”
He settles into the desk chair across from me, leaning back to study me.
“You’re net zero today,” I explain, closing the bag because I’m suddenly hungry for something other than candy. “It’s a sliding scale, not that I would expect you to understand how those work as an ortho bro.”
Walker’s lips quirk a millimeter but quickly return to his traditional flat-lined scowl. His chin is resting in his hand, thumb rubbing his neatly trimmed facial hair as his eyes narrow on me like I’m in trouble. His expression is giving me flashbacks to dominant Walker, and I suddenly take back everything I said about hooking up in call rooms—you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.
“Interesting,” he muses, attention dropping to my lips in the most shameless way.
My skin prickles under his scrutiny, but I keep pushing him. “It would be more interesting if you got a positive score for once. But until you agree to divorce me, that won’t be happening.”
I don’t know why I say that—seeing Walker today changed everything. His physical presence alone might have been enough to make me rethink my stance on our relationship, but after what he did for me, I’m beginning to wonder where the harm in trying is.
I mean, maybe marriage could work between us. And if it doesn’t, we’ll just get divorced like everyone else. Plus, it was super hot hearing him call me his wife earlier—I definitely wouldn’t hate hearing that again.
Walker’s dark eyes flicker with something unreadable before he speaks. “If you would give me a compelling argument on why I should divorce you, I’d do it. I’d sign the papers as soon as they came in. But you haven’t. All you’ve done is beg for something that you don’t even know if you want. Because if you knew why you wanted to end this marriage, you would have already told me.”
He scoots closer, his legs caging me in.
“So go ahead, Morgan. Tell me why you want this to end. Why you don’t even want to try.” He leans in, his face inches from mine. “I’m all fucking ears.”
My traitorous mouth opens and closes, unable to find words for the first time in my life.
This is my chance. All I’ve done for the past month is come up with positive arguments for divorce, reasons why I should ignore the intense magnetism between us, and think clearly. I created an entire list that was well crafted, backed by logic, and most importantly—factually accurate. So why does my mind go completely blank when I look at the man across from me?
“No?” Walker taunts, reaching out to place something in the front pocket of my scrubs. “Well, until then, here’s a key to my house . . . wife.”
The metal poetically settles above my heart, weighing me down with more than I can fight right now. I don’t have the strength to fight my stupid feelings, my stupid reasons, any of this.
So I don’t.
I don’t fight when my fingers fist the fabric of his navy scrub top and tug him closer. I don’t fight when his lips curl into a self-satisfied smile as our mouths collide. I don’t fight when my brain magically forgets all of my core beliefs about long-term relationships, and how I promised I wouldn’t touch him until he agreed to my terms—I simply give in.
Our first—sober—kiss as husband and wife is explosive. It’s passionate. It’s the closest thing I’ve felt to wildfire. But most importantly, it’s a physical reminder of why I haven’t let go. Of why I’ve been avoiding this conversation. Of the one thing I’ve been afraid of but know now beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That Walker Chastain is my twin flame—he’s the other half of my soul. The one who has simultaneously ignited and tamed my furious blaze. He’s what I’ve been running from, but he’s also what I need more than air. We’ve always belonged to each other, and no matter how much I try to fight it, we always will.
So I guess Cass was right. Walker might look at me like I’m the sun, but it’s only because he knows I’m the one person who won’t blind him. And I think I finally understand why I don’t want to—because I think I might love him.
So that’s how I kiss him. I kiss him with everything I have, winding my fingers through his hair to pull him closer. Our tongues flick against each other, and I savor his taste as his large hands move beneath my thighs, squeezing my flesh aggressively as he lifts me off the desk.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us across the room while we feverishly claim each other. I whimper into his throat as my back slams against the wooden door of the call room, his hips pressing into me as he reaches down to lock us in.
I can feel the slick heat of my arousal surge through me as his hands possessively knead my ass, a groan of matching desire coming from his lips. He turns and crosses the small room to lower us to the twin bed, never once pulling back from our kiss.
My feet dig into his hips, and I arch my back to feel him as close as possible. I slide my fingers from his hair, over his harsh jawline, and down his sides to reach for the hem of his top, yanking it free from his waistband.
His hard cock teases my sex briefly, taunting me with nostalgic pleasure as he adjusts his body and pulls one arm free from beneath me. He sinks heavily against me, pressing his chest against mine so snugly that I can’t break even an inch of contact between our bodies.
“Remind me,” I rasp against his lips, raking my fingertips up his spine toward his broad shoulders.
Before I can explain what I mean, Walker’s chin dips in understanding, and he begins planting feverish kisses along my jaw. A sliver of pain pricks my skin, forcing a surprised yelp from my swollen lips, followed by a satisfied sigh as his steady tongue soothes the sting away. I throw my head back, nearly breathless as I give him the access that he needs to mark me, to claim me, to remind me, just like I asked.
A primal desire ignites deep within my soul, firing through my body until I feel the insatiable need to mark him too. My nails drag harshly across his back, clawing into his sweaty skin as my hips attempt to grind into him, desperate for more.
In answer, Walker’s fingers drag up my arm and settle on my exposed neck, digging gently into the curve of my jaw as his mouth moves to my earlobe.
“Remind you of what?” he growls into my ear, his hot breath caressing the flames of my desire as a shudder pulses through me at his delicious possession. “Remind you that you want to be collared?”
His strong fingers press into the exact spot where my pulse hammers in my throat, eliciting a greedy whimper from my lips.
“Remind you that you belong to me?”
His teeth sink into my earlobe, and my core clenches hard with the controlled pain, nails digging into his skin in response.
“There are so many things I’m dying to remind you of, little devil. So many ways I’m desperate to own you, but not until you admit that you want this. That you’re mine.”
He licks the length of my jaw, placing a rough kiss on my forehead before he sits back on his heels and releases me from his hold. His hooded eyes search my face, waiting for a response.
My chest heaves under the weight of his gaze.
“I want this,” I whisper, the lack of his physical touch suddenly feeling painful. “I’m yours.”
His jaw clenches, and I can tell he’s warring with himself on whether he should believe me.
I don’t blame him given my desperate pleas for freedom and the conversation we had only moments ago, but I’ll give him what I can—the truth.
“I want this, Walker,” I repeat, my tone earnest. “I need this. And I need you.”
I hope he knows how much the words mean to me. The last thing I ever wanted in life was to need a man—to need anyone. But somehow, I’ve come to need Walker. And finally admitting that is freeing.
He nods, reaching down to brush his thumb over my lower lip. “I need you too,” he says, dark eyes flickering with lust.
His thumb holds my lip down as his first two fingers sink into my mouth, pressing hard against my tongue. A wave of desire washes through me as I close my mouth around him, letting him take control. His fingertips practically slide to the back of my throat, and I feel my eyes go wide, trying hard not to gag when he holds them in place.
He leans in, pressing his forehead to mine as he stares at me like he’s peering directly into my soul. “I need you in more ways than you could ever know. In more ways than you will ever know. But right now, I need to fuck you like you’re the last thing that I need.”
A shudder of physical approval rips through me, and I reach up to squeeze his tattooed forearm once, hoping he remembers our nonverbal signal for yes.
His pupils flare in understanding and he sits back again, dipping his fingers into the waistband of my scrubs. I plant my heels on the bed, arching my hips into the air so he can pull the fabric over my ass, his touch much more gentle than I’m expecting.
I can feel my obvious arousal coating my inner thighs as he slides my pants and white cotton thong halfway to my knees. I drop my hips back to the mattress, tugging my lips between my teeth as I focus on the bulge between his legs, knowing exactly what I’m about to see—my husband’s perfect cock.
Walker works his way out of his pants enough to let his erection spring free, a glistening pearl of liquid coating his thick tip. I want more than anything to lick it off, to remember how every inch of his body tastes, but that’s not what this is about—this is about claiming each other after fighting it for so long.
“No condom,” I mumble breathily as my heart beats wildly in my chest. “Let me feel all of you.”
Even though I’ve been on birth control for over ten years, I’ve never not used protection with a man before. But this isn’t just any man—it’s my husband. And despite the ridiculously cliché fact that we’re about to have sex in a call room, I have an overwhelming urge to experience this with him right now.
His expression turns feral, gaze landing on my slick center as he looms over me.
“You need me to fill this pussy up?” he grunts, grabbing my ankles to plant my feet flat against his solid chest. “My wife needs me to coat her cunt in my hot cum like a greedy little cock whore, doesn’t she?”
My dripping sex clenches, completely exposed to him as he wraps one hand around both of my ankles to hold them in place. His cock hangs low between his thighs, and he gives himself a quick stroke before leaning forward to trace his swollen tip through my slit.
“God, I do,” I confirm on a long exhale, fisting the sheets beneath me as he finally positions himself at my warm entrance. “I totally do.”
A ripple of pleasure races up my spine as he impales me with his monster cock, my body instantly remembering how to accept his size. When he bottoms out, I shudder, feeling him deeper than ever before in this position. He pauses briefly, nostrils flaring and jaw hanging slack as he lets me adjust.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and not just because the angle allows for penetration of my internal organs. I can feel the heat of his girthy length pressing against my inner walls, molding us together like we’re one singular body. It’s intimate and the most intense sensation I’ve experienced, not only sexually but emotionally.
I know Walker feels the same thing because his dark eyes heat as he says, “I do too.”
The double meaning behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed, but I’m too overstimulated at the moment to think about it. I feel tight and tingly everywhere, my orgasm embarrassingly close after a single thrust.
Is this what it’s like to be a man?
I go a month without sex and suddenly I’m a one-pump chump.
His grip on my ankles tightens as he slowly drags his cock out of me. The slight curve of his shaft combined with the angle of the position transforms the burn of my arousal into an intense pressure in my low belly.
I gasp, feeling my eyes go wide as he slams back into me, delivering on his promise to fuck me like he doesn’t need me. I meet each one of his punishing thrusts, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone in search of more friction as I chase my own pleasure.
Walker’s hands drop to my hips for leverage as he increases his frantic pace. His fingers dig into the sensitive skin at the crease of my thighs, and it feels like a bomb of pleasure has been dropped.
“I’m gonna—” I warn with a whimper, unable to finish my thought because a powerful orgasm detonates through me.
Fire combusts in my core, spreading an inferno of heat to every cell in my body as my pussy clenches around him. Through the dull roar in my ears, I can hear Walker grunt out something unintelligible as he thrusts a final time, emptying himself into me.
My blurred vision finally focuses on his face, and I take in the sharp features of the man who has been nothing but patient with me. He’s breathing heavily, staring down at me like I’m his entire world. And surprisingly, that doesn’t scare me—because in a few short months, that’s what he’s become to me too.