Chapter Five
Morgan
There is no going back after tonight—not for me and not for her.
Watching Maren’s ass sway as she walks up the steps to my porch, I shamelessly adjust myself.
Fuck, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s not just her curves and that thick ass or those perfect, full tits.
It’s her. It’s the way she smiles at me with her eyes shining bright, hiding nothing.
Holding nothing back. It’s the way she presses closer the moment I need her just that much closer.
How I move when she moves, how I am so attune to her despite us knowing each other for just a few days.
To be fair, I had no idea who Ms. Carter was before that first meeting at the bank.
However, I was very fucking aware of Maren Carter the moment she got to True Ridge two months ago.
A little hard to miss her. Only, I only saw glimpses of her.
The swing of her dark hair down an aisle at the market.
The air of her perfume after she sailed past my office just down the block from the bank.
Just hints of her, a tease that has gone on for months.
Earlier I said this thing began the moment I walked in her office.
It was not entirely true. It began the first time I saw her striding down the street, a beautiful silhouette.
Until she looked up at me from behind her desk, I had no idea it was her.
Once she smiled at me, it clicked—of course it was her.
A mysterious figure who caught my attention without trying at all.
"Forgive me for sounding a little...lewd.
..honey, that ass is something to worship," I proclaim, reaching up to smack it, watching it bounce a little in her skirt.
Grunting, I move to pin her to my front door, filling my hands with the ass I am now swearing an oath to.
I smack it again and she pushes back against my zipper, smirking up at me as she finds me hard and heavy.
"Anyone else it might offend me," she whispers softly, turning to fall back against the door with a thud. "With you...I mean I acted offended before..." Maren lets out a sheepish laugh, popping a shoulder.
Flashes of the two of us sparring at her office that first day flood my head. Well, shit. Was that foreplay without her letting me know? Jesus, this woman has ruined me with so little effort. Damn, the damage she could do if she put in some real work on me.
I am willing her to do her worst.
"You little shit," I smirk back, unlocking the door, hoisting her up and sighing as she winds her body around me.
"You got that act down good, honey. Good for you.
Tell other fuckers off the same way you told me off.
Keep all the other men at a safe distance—far the fuck away from what is now all fucking mine," I suggest, slamming my mouth to hers as I drop us both down on the couch just inside the living room.
Shaking hands slide beneath her skirt as I rush to work it up, out of my way.
I need her bare beneath me. I need to get inside of her.
I have never needed anything this way, the way I need her right this fucking second.
I am shuddering with it as I rip at her silk top, grunting when her tits spill out with a beautiful bounce.
Dropping my head, I suck at a dusty pink nipple greedily, pushing the lace of her bra out of my way with an urgent brush of my tongue.
"Morgan," she pants, arching to my mouth, her hands pushing at my jeans. "Yes, I want...I want to feel you, get these dirty things off. Although, it's hot as fuck how dirty you get working. In suits you’re beautiful this way..." she trails off as I push back, both of us breathless. "It suits you."
Cradling her face, I tilt her head back, yanking at the scrap of her bra.
Her teardrop tits bounce again and I bend, burrowing my face there.
I get dirt, grime, and sweat all over her silk top, all over her silky skin.
Her moans as I suck her nipple past my lips, my fingers pushing her skirt off at last let me know she doesn’t give a damn about any of that.
My cock springs out into her hands as she yanks at my jeans and I groan against her breast. Her heart pounds beneath my lips.
We’re both shaking now. I angle my hips, biting on her peaked nipple when her moan as I rub against her pussy vibrates against me.
Lining up, I think about all the things we need to say, all the rules you talk about before these things.
I can’t think of anything else that matters but sinking all ten inches of myself inside her slick, tight heat.
"Don’t stop," she coos, brushing a gentle touch over my brow, down my temple.
"I want it, Morgan," her skin glows in the dim light of the single lamp we flicked on.
I have never seen anything so beautiful.
Anything more perfect. Her lying there, waiting for me, wanting me, showing me with her eyes, with her words, with her entire body.
"I do too, honey," I whisper back, gaze dropping to watch the lush view of my cock pushing past the pink folds of her bare slit. Dropping my hand, I wrap it gently around her throat, to still her as I start to take her.
"Oy, prick you have light beers in this bitch? Someone turning my big brother soft? I am late but.... holy shit," Tanner’s voice calls before the sound of crashing glass and loud thunk of him slamming backwards from wherever he was coming fill the room.
"Holy shit! Tanner, get out of here!" I shout, pushing just a little forward to sink the whole swollen crown of my cock inside of my girl. Maren whimpers and I slam a hand over her mouth, smirking at her. It’s a dick move.
Literally. Yet, being just a little inside her with another man nearby, even my little brother, calms the beast pounding inside my chest. That possessive, primal creature that has wanted to claim
"It’s hockey, bro. The Howlers game tonight. You told us to come over."
"Us," I shout, turning as I pop up to peer over the couch. "Bro you better be joking. Is everyone here right now?"
"N-no, it’s just me. Dexter is finishing a job but Ethan will be here in... bro please tell me...it ain’t...I mean, you ain’t in there...."
Beneath me, my filthy, fiery little thing laughs. Laughs as I pump my hips just a little because, yeah, I was....it was in there, as he put it. Hissing a line of curses at him, I send a look that would turn a lesser man to stone. Tanner does not count as a lesser man—hell none of my brothers do.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Come back in a few hours," I roar.
Beneath me, Maren is laughing still, her hips circling to rub her pussy against my cock as it pops out of her. I tighten my grip on her throat. Bad idea, she lets out the hottest little moan and I push forward, desperate to fuck her, to own her, to claim her the way my body is aching to.
"Can’t I watch? You let me before," Tanner calls, pretending to take a step closer to get a look at who I have beneath me.
"What? Never. Never, ever," I rush this out more for her than for him, turning to pin him in place. "What is wrong in that head of yours?"
"A few hours," beneath me, Maren pulls from beneath my hand over her mouth, sitting up to wink at him. "If that is all he has planned for me, would you mind...."
That does it. I am in love with Maren Carter.
I am putting a ring on it. After I fuck her senseless.
Grabbing a blanket draped over the back of the couch, I cover her.
Lowering, I brush my mouth over hers, as I push inside her again, just to tease us both, relishing the clench of her around my cock.
"Going to pay for that later, honey," I promise, as I let my hand drift down her front.
With me still filling her a little, I pinch her clit with rough fingers, grunting as she gasps and chokes my cock.
"Good girl, keep that little kitten waiting for me to fill it. No one else but me, remember? Don’t make me kill my brother," I hiss before I pinch again, feeling her jerk.
"Don’t make me come with him there, then," she whispers back, arching beneath me as her eyes flutter. "Because I can’t help myself."
"Get. Out," I shout once more, knowing my brother will be smart enough to get I mean it this time.
Bending, I watch her eyes spark as we share the same air, her body trembling against mine.
"You come for me and me alone now, honey.
No one else sees it, no one else hears it, no one else feels it.
No one else gets it but me now, do we have an understanding? "
Maren sits up, letting the blanket fall away as she pulls me down closer.
"Do we? We do if your cock belongs to me.
No more jerking it in the shower, wishing it was my mouth or my pussy," she licks my mouth, and I swear to God, I have never been so turned on in my life.
"You can keep my panties if you need to remember who this belongs to," she hisses back, dragging the aching, pulsing crown through her soaked slit.
"Ah, fuck. You’re the hottest creature ever created. All fucking mine," I remind again, pulling back entirely, knowing we need to stop.
"They will be back, won’t they?" Maren wonders with a crooked grin.
"Hell, yes, they will be. No avoiding them now."
I slide off the couch and scoop her up, keeping the blanket tucked around her.
Tanner is gone for now, but he won’t stay away.
He’ll return with the others, all of them demanding to know who I brought home and why.
My home has always been my sanctuary—a private world where the only woman allowed was my mother. Until today. They will all be back.
"I guess I ought to meet all of Brant Brothers Construction, yeah?"