Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Asad
Someone was wrapped around him, warm and clinging, and snugged up against his butt. Asad opened his eyes, frowning as he twisted to see who it was before his brain caught up to his situation and reminded him that he was sharing a room with Morgan.
Morgan of the very soft breasts pillowed against his back and the hand just above his groin, so the back of her hand was brushing against his morning erection.
Do not fuck Morgan.
Strangely, he heard it in Lexie’s voice, not Patrick’s.
Or maybe not so strange. At first glance, Patrick was far more intimidating, but anyone who knew them also knew the real threat was Lexie—at least when it came to having an enjoyable time at Stronghold or Marquis.
Patrick could kick his ass. Lexie could mobilize every single submissive in the club to make his life hell.
He had no interest in being covered in glitter for the rest of his life.
Which means you need to get out of bed and away from the sexy sub you’re supposed to be keeping your hands off, asshole.
Well, technically, she was the one with her hands on him. He wasn’t touching her with his hands. Or his cock. He was on his side of the bed where he belonged. Morgan had cuddle-migrated over to his side of the bed and spooned him. Surely, he couldn’t be held accountable for that.
No, but now that you’re awake, you can be held accountable for anything else that happens from this point forward.
Sometimes, his brain made too much sense in ways he didn’t want it to.
He kind of wanted to pretend he was still asleep, so he could enjoy being cuddled, which was… unexpected. Asad was not a cuddly person. It wasn’t that he disliked it, but it wasn’t his first instinct. Then again, most submissives expected to be cuddled, not to be the cuddler.
If he liked being the little spoon, did that mean he had to hand in his man-card? He pondered it for a moment. Nah. He was secure enough in his manhood to be able to enjoy being the little spoon.
His alarm went off, and he groaned. Yes, thank you, world. Time to get up and get back to Cyrus’ wedding week.
“Oh! Sorry!” Morgan jerked away, the warmth that had engulfed his back disappearing as she realized where she was.
Asad rolled onto his back, which allowed him to take advantage of the warmth she’d left behind where she’d been sleeping while she scooted back to her side of the bed.
“No problem,” he said, grinning at her. He didn’t want her to feel bad. It wasn’t her fault he woke up horny, and she was there. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever been spooned before. It’s not the worst way to wake up.”
Morgan blushed, the pink color of her cheeks contrasting nicely with the shiny green thing she was wearing on her head.
Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, which he found almost surprising.
He’d half expected her to sneak out of bed to put it on before he woke up.
One of his college roommate’s girlfriends had done that.
“I didn’t realize I’d moved over in the night,” she said, fussing with the sheets in front of her. The strap on her nightgown slipped down her shoulder.
It didn’t matter that he’d seen her naked before. It didn’t matter that they’d had sex before. Asad couldn’t help but look at that little strap and think about peeling the rest of the nightgown off of her and having sex with her right now.
“Like I said, I didn’t mind at all.” Except he now had a throbbing erection and nowhere to put it. He cleared his throat. “I’m, uh, gonna hop in the shower, unless you want to go first?”
Morgan shook her head.
“I’ll shower tomorrow. Today’s the spa or golf day, right?” she asked, even though they’d gone over the schedule again in the car yesterday.
Smiling reassuringly at her, he scooted over to the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. His pajama pants weren’t going to hide much. As he stood, he angled his hips away from her so she couldn’t see the giant bulge tenting his pants. Or he hoped she couldn’t.
“Yup.” He rolled his eyes. “You know, the true bonding experiences one can have. Still interested in going golfing with me?”
“As long as you understand that I’m going to be absolutely terrible.” She watched him as he moved around the bed, heading for the bathroom, her green eyes alight with interest.
Could she tell that he had morning wood? Was she laughing inwardly at him? He couldn’t tell.
“Me, too,” he said, chuckling and pretending he didn’t feel like a teenager trying to sneak his woody by an attractive girl and hope she wouldn’t notice. At least in high school, he’d had books to cover his groin with. His phone wasn’t nearly big enough.
Skirting around the bed, he made it to the bathroom and breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him. It was only Tuesday. He still had to get through an entire week of sleeping in the same bed as Morgan and not fucking her.
A cold shower was in order.
He’d been so distracted getting into the bathroom, he’d forgotten to bring his clothes in.
Once he was out—and his dick was thoroughly depressed—he had to wrap himself in a towel and go back out into the room.
Morgan was waiting, her hair still in the green thing, dressed in plaid capris with a white blouse that had a lacy collar and puffy sleeves. She looked adorable.
“Is that your golfing outfit?” he asked, realizing how the question could sound as the words left his mouth. “It looks great.”
“Thank you,” she preened, reaching up to undo the bow on the top of her hair thing as she walked past him into the bathroom. “Carolyn said it would work.”
“It does.”
The fan turned on in the bathroom, drowning out anything else he might have said, which was probably for the best. He needed a minute or two to collect himself.
He wasn’t used to having sleepovers with women, and he sure as hell wasn’t used to having to keep his hands off them.
If he’d had his way this morning, when he’d rolled onto his back, he would have kept right on rolling until he was on top of Morgan.
He really needed to stop thinking that way, or he was going to get himself into trouble.
Golf.
He could focus on golf. There really wasn’t much that was less erotic than golf.
He would have honestly rather done the spa day, but Cyrus wanted to do golf, and Asad was his best man, so golf it was.
Which, when it came down to it, was probably better than being naked and getting a massage next to a naked Morgan.
He wasn’t sure if it was his desperate desire for a distraction or that she was now forbidden fruit, but he couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck a specific woman this badly.
Morgan
Golf was fun.
She was absolutely terrible at it, but no one seemed to mind, least of all Asad.
It didn’t hurt that she was in a group with him, his brother, their dad, and their cousin Mason, so she wasn’t totally surrounded by strangers.
Actually, what weirded her out the most was Asad and Mason looked so much alike, she’d had to pause and double-check she was holding Asad’s hand when they walked up.
It quickly became clear they were very different people, but when they stood next to each other and had the same expression, they could easily be mistaken for each other. They looked more like twins than cousins. Mason’s glasses were the main way to tell them apart at a glance.
“Okay, so… this club?” Morgan asked, lifting the club in question from her bag.
“That’s right.” Asad grinned at her. Even though he’d told her he wasn’t a huge fan of golf, it turned out he was very good at it. He’d been helping her through all the rules and the techniques.
After picking her club came her favorite part.
She stood beside the tee, purposefully gripping the club not quite correctly.
Asad came up behind her, his big body wrapping around her as he helped her adjust her position.
As soon as she’d realized that was how he’d be ‘assisting,’ she’d stopped trying to get it right the first time.
If she could wiggle her butt against his groin a little, even better.
She really liked the little growly noise he made when she did that.
There was a growing heat in his eyes that made her tingle all over.
Teasing him like this, flirting with him…
it was fun. It was also good practice. She just had to remember it wasn’t real.
Well, the heat in his eyes was real. He was attracted to her, but he was Master Asad.
He wasn’t flirting with her because he wanted to be with her, but he definitely wanted to fuck her.
And that was good.
She could enjoy practicing flirting, knowing it wasn’t going to lead anywhere, and he wasn’t going to take her too seriously or read too much into it. Which meant she could truly relax.
“You need to cut that out,” he growled under his breath as she wiggled her butt against him for the umpteenth time.
“Cut what out?” she asked innocently, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. When she peeked over her shoulder to look at him, his eyes were narrowed, as though he was trying to decide if she was sincere or not. Morgan giggled.
Asad groaned.
“Mercy, save me from a righteous brat,” he muttered.
Morgan grinned. ‘Bratty’ was not a word that had ever been used to describe her.
She’d recently actually overheard one Dom calling her relentlessly obedient—he’d made it sound like a good thing, and at one time, she would have taken it as such.
Now that she knew there were other options for submission, she wanted to explore.
She just hadn’t known how to, especially not without disappointing a Dom who expected her to be a certain way.
Right now, she could be whoever she wanted to be with Asad because they weren’t in a scene, and a girlfriend could tease her boyfriend if she wanted to.
It also helped that she knew Asad because she could tell he wasn’t really upset with her. That was also important to her.
“Stop playing around with your girlfriend. We’re here to golf,” Mason said from where he was standing by Cyrus, his drawling tone filled with annoyance. Darius coughed into his hand, turning away to look elsewhere, as if he was uncomfortable with the observation about his son and son’s girlfriend.
“You heard him.” Asad’s breath was warm against her ear. Unlike Mason, whose competitive nature had become clearer with every hole, he sounded amused. “We’re here to golf.”
As much as Morgan wanted to keep teasing Asad, she didn’t want to hold everyone else up.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, adjusting her grip on the club.
She heard him make a low noise in reaction—she’d been teasing again with the ‘Sir.’ Then Asad stepped away.
Taking another moment to aim, she swung the club, and it connected to the ball with a satisfying thwack.
Everyone watched as it sailed across the green, bounced, and came to a halt even closer to the hole than Mason’s had. Morgan bounced. “Yay!”
“Good job, baby,” Asad said loudly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him for a hug.
Behind them, Mason muttered something about beginner’s luck, causing Cyrus to laugh and tease him about being a sore loser.
Shaking his head, Darius looked up to the sky, as if appealing to a higher deity for patience. And maybe he was.
Everyone was getting along. Asad was clearly having a good time, which meant she was doing a good job and was enjoying herself as well. It was a good day. The only cloud on the horizon was she couldn’t quite shake what Sam had said about the other Doms telling Asad to keep his hands off of her.
As long as things kept going the way they were, she supposed she’d find out tonight.