CHAPTER 5
WALKER
I can’t tear my eyes away from Morgan and am thankful as fuck it’s not difficult to watch her. Whether it’s serendipity or her friend is helping me out by choosing the table my girl is currently occupying. Maybe they didn’t see the other open tables which would have required me to strain to watch my woman.
I would have done it. Without even batting an eye.
Huxley elbows me to get my attention. When I look at him, his eyes are mischievous. “I see you’ve noticed Morgan,” he teases.
“I pulled her over yesterday,” I admit and the Burns brothers wince. Fuck me, was that just yesterday afternoon? It feels like I’ve lived a few lifetimes since then, mostly because I wasn’t around my woman.
How does your whole world shift in a single moment? I wouldn’t have believed it were possible if I hadn’t experienced it myself.
“Then I had breakfast with her this morning.” Their eyes widen and I shake my head and mutter, “Fucking assholes, not like that. I gave her a warning yesterday, but Jared invited me to breakfast this morning.”
Noel studies me closely before surmising, “You want her.”
“It’s not a matter of wanting, even though I do. It’s more than that,” I explain when their eyebrows shoot up in matching expressions of surprised confusion. “She’s mine.”
“Well, shit,” Huxley whistles. “I’ve only seen one guy look at a chick like you’ve been looking at her.” His eyes drift over to Fletcher who clenches his jaw before Huxley looks at me again. “Don’t fuck it up, man. That kind of thing doesn’t come around a lot in a lifetime.”
“Try once,” Fletcher grumbles.
I know there’s a story there, one part of me wants to ask about. The way Fletcher is holding himself—like he’s about to snap with the lightest pressure—has me swallowing down my questions. There’s a desperation in his eyes for a split second before he shutters it away and lets out a sigh filled with regret and something like longing.
I’ve only known the Burns brothers for a few weeks after meeting them through Jared when he invited me out for a drink here at The Range one night. They’re good guys and I was able to slide into what has felt like an easy friendship with them. They’ve helped me to feel like I made the right decision moving here because they never looked at me like I was only an outsider and were willing to let me in without some fucked up hazing ritual or some shit.
Fletcher meets and holds my gaze. “If she’s yours, you better hold on and not let go. No matter what,” the edge of pain in his voice has me gritting my teeth.
“I fully intend to,” I promise.
Fletcher gives a nod before draining the rest of his beer. He knocks on the tabletop twice before nodding toward the bar. “I’m going to get another round.”
He slips away before anyone can respond. There’s a beat of silence, one filled with a history I’m not privy to, before Huxley breaks the tension, “Bet you’re glad Jared picked that shift up now, huh?”
Noel glares at his youngest brother who holds his hands up in surrender. “You hurt her, it won’t just be Jared gunning for your ass,” Noel threatens me.
“Jared tried to warn me off already. I told him he needed to mind his own business. While I understand he doesn’t know me that well, and you guys don’t either, I’m not some asshole who is looking to take advantage of or hurt anyone. It’s not my style, even if Morgan weren’t mine, but she is,” I emphasize the last two words, needing them to hear me and understand how seriously I take my claim.
Noel and Huxley nod, acceptance and maybe even a little prideful relief shining in their eyes. When I look back over at my woman, it’s to find her friend downing the rest of her drink before grabbing Morgan’s hand and pulling her out of her seat and toward the dance floor.
“Fuck me,” I grit out through my teeth, the idea of anyone watching her dance making me see red.
“Shit,” Fletcher hisses as he comes back to the table.
“Does she do this a lot?” I growl, “I haven’t seen her here before, I would have noticed.”
“No,” Noel assures me, “she’s more of a stay at home with a book kind of girl than a go out on the prowl kind of girl.” I shoot him a sharp look because of the implication in his words and he smirks at me in response. “Every now and again her best friend, Audrey,” he nods in my woman’s direction, “will get her to come out, but Audrey is married and has two daughters which takes up most of her time.”
As Morgan starts to move on the small dance floor, I clench my fists. I’m not the only one watching her and by the way other men are leering at my woman, I’m not going to be able to sit back for much longer. Someone is going to muster up some bravery and try to approach her.
Over my dead fucking body.
Audrey spins and starts to sing along with the band and doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. I almost snort but can’t when I look toward my Treasure again to find her eyes closed and her hips swaying like she’s unaware of anything beyond her body and the music. It’s sexy as fuck and I need to get closer.
“Well,” I grin at the guys, “it was nice hanging out, but I have a woman to dance with and claim.”
After I stand and start to walk away, I’m followed by the snickers and chuckles from the table. I don’t pay any attention to them; it’s impossible to focus on anything other than the vision of Morgan dancing. Her body stiffens when I slide in behind her and start to move with her. She looks over her shoulder and her big blue eyes focus on me before she melts against my body.
Moving with her is foreplay of the most disarming kind. Her body is fluid and graceful. I would never call myself a dancer, but for her? I’ll do anything.
Audrey grins at us and shoots me a wink which isn’t even a little bit flirty. When a man steps in behind her, I’m expecting her to swat the man away, something she’s already done once since on the dance floor. It’s not a surprising reaction since she’s married. I’m shocked for a moment when she turns and practically throws herself at the guy while giggling.
“That’s her husband, Grant,” Morgan whispers in my ear after turning in my arms. “Guess our girl’s night has come to a close,” there’s a pout in her voice which is fucking adorable.
I lean down and whisper against the shell of her ear, my lips brushing against her skin and making her shiver, “Doesn’t mean our night has to end.”
The way she blushes and bites her bottom lip while looking away even while our bodies move to the music has my cock throbbing behind the fly of my jeans. I get lost in moving with her, the way the music flows around us and the feel of her hips in my hands. Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone the way I want her.
Thinking of making her mine is dangerous because we’re in a crowded bar and there’s no way I’ll allow anyone to witness her pleasure except for me. Even the thought of it makes me feel on the edge of feral. My hand splays open on the small of her back and I pull her closer until our bodies are aligned and pressed together. Her blue eyes dilate, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ when she feels how hard I am for her.
Fucking perfect.
“Morgan,” Audrey drapes herself around my girl who jolts in response and puts a little bit of distance between us; distance I hate. “Grant figured I would get into trouble if I were out for too long,” she pouts.
“I guess it was a good thing you had his mom stop by to help with dinner then,” Morgan teases her best friend, and I find myself smiling at the ease between them. I’m glad she has a friend like this at her back. Morgan glances at me, a shy smile on her lips. “Before Grant sweeps you away,” she motions toward me, “I want you to meet Walker. He works with Jared.”
“I’m more than that, Treasure.” I wink at my girl who looks shocked for a moment before she smiles so big it’s almost painful to look at because it’s so damn beautiful. I offer my hand to Audrey and politely greet her, “It’s nice to meet you.”
Audrey ignores my hand and wraps me up in a hug. “It’s good to meet you,” she chirps. Her voice drops an octave, the warning clear, “If you hurt her, no one will find your body, officer of the law or not.”
Grant growls and pulls his wife away from me while glaring like I’m the one who initiated the hug. I hold my hands up in surrender at Grant’s possessive behavior and Audrey’s warning. Audrey is all smiles as she’s led away and out of The Range.
When I lead my woman away from the dance floor, she follows me willingly. I study her face, memorizing her features because it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve been this close to her even though it was only a matter of hours. Part of my brain is screaming at me that this whole thing is crazy, but I can’t find it in me to care. This is right.
I lace our fingers together and bring her hand up and kiss her knuckles, loving the way her eyes turn glassy with desire. Yeah, I’m going to be the one to give her all her pleasure from here on out. Every moan, whimper, and orgasm are mine.
“Can I take you home, Morgan?” I watch as the wheels in her mind begin to turn, and I swear I know what she’s thinking. “I’ve only nursed one beer the entire time I was here, and I didn’t end up finishing it,” I reassure her. “I will never do anything to put you in danger, Treasure.”
“How did you know?”
I smirk at her and shrug one shoulder, not sure exactly what she’s asking, but knowing the answer—because I just know. Call it intuition if you have to, but it just is.
She swallows hard and nods decisively, her voice just as sure as the movement, “I trust you, Walker.”
It’s a gift. One I’ll treasure, just like her.
There’s no fucking time to waste and I don’t hesitate in leading her out to my truck and opening the door for her. She looks surprised, but she shouldn’t be. It’s how she deserves to be treated. If no one else has bothered to treat her right before, I’m going to look at it as a win. She’ll get used to it.
Her voice giving me directions to her home is the only thing that breaks the silence in the truck. It does nothing to ease the tension as it rises between us. I could listen to her all day and my need for her keeps growing with every word from her lips; or it could be because of how close we’re getting to her home.
And her bed.
When I pull up outside of her place, I grin when I see the Christmas lights along the roofline and the tree sparkling in the front window. It looks peaceful here and there’s something so her about it—simple and elegant, but fun and bright. She didn’t choose white lights, no, everything is a splash of color and twinkle.
“Do you,” she pauses and takes a deep breath, nervousness rolling off her in waves, “want to come in?”
“Oh, Treasure,” I groan, “you wouldn’t be able to stop me from coming in.”
We stare at each other for a long moment. So much is unsaid between us, but it’s there floating in the closeness we share. I welcome it, embrace it, and can only hope she’s doing the same.
“Don’t you dare,” I growl when she reaches for the door.
I’m out and around to her side, meeting her wide blue eyes, in a matter of moments. She’s so stunned that I’m able to not only open her door but unbuckle her seatbelt and guide her out of the car without her realizing it. Yeah, she’ll have to get used to this.
She’s still a little dazed when we get to her front door, and I gently slide her keys from her hand which she had already pulled out of her pocket. “Wow,” she giggles softly as we walk inside her home, “you’re kind of something else, aren’t you Officer Walker Montgomery?”
Hearing my name on her lips does something to me and I close us inside, locking the door while I press her back against it. I don’t bother to take in her home beyond the impression of holiday decorations and lights adorning the space. I cage her against the door, needing her as close as I can get.
“You have no idea, Treasure, but I’m going to show you.”
Before she can say anything, before she can even think, I kiss her. My intention is to kiss her softly and show her how much I care for her even though I barely know her. My plan crumbles the moment our lips touch.
The kiss is consuming. It’s chaos and fire instead of calm and sweetness. I can’t seem to help myself.
As I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, her mouth parts and she moans. It’s the only in I need and then I’m plunging my tongue into her mouth to play with hers. Shocking the hell out of me, she meets me stroke for stroke. While one of my hands grips the nape of her neck, the other is at her hip to hold her in place.
Morgan whimpers and something breaks inside of me. My hands grip her ass and lift, the movement encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist. The way her pussy, which I already know is going to be perfect, presses against the front of my jeans has my cock begging to thrust inside of her before filling her with my cum.
Even though the thought of fucking her raw and filling her up until my baby is planted inside of her womb is tempting, I can’t share her. Not yet. One day though, one day I’ll fill her with as many babies as she wants.
I murmur against her lips, “Which way is your room?”
“Hallway,” she breathes out, “second door on the left.”
I start by pulling her top over her head before I even take a step, but by the time we make it into her room, our clothes are strewn on the floor behind us. The only thing left are our pants; even our shoes thudded to the ground along the way.
When I lay her out on her bed, her blonde hair fans out across her comforter. She’s a fucking vision and my hands shake as I undo her jeans and peel them down her legs, along with her panties. When she’s laying there, naked before me, I’m at a fucking loss.
“You’re stunning, Morgan,” I rasp the words, barely able to get them past my lips.
The way her eyes are eating me up makes me feel like a fucking god among men. I fumble a little with my belt and jeans, but nothing is going to get in the way of having my woman and claiming her, not even my clothes. When I kick the last of my clothes away and stand, a gasp falls from Morgan’s lips as her eyes lock on my cock.
My hands glide up her legs until I reach her dripping pussy. “So pink,” I mutter, more to myself than her.
When I slide my fingertips through her pussy lips, she’s fucking soaked. As she stares at my cock, her eyes showing a mixture of anticipation and hesitation, I slide two fingers inside of her. I growl at how tight she is, pumping my fingers a few times to make sure she’s ready to take me.
She’s a whimpering mess, her hips moving to meet my fingers while she pants my name, by the time I slide my fingers from her. I can’t help myself and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her and letting out a deep groan at how fucking delicious she is. Her eyes are wide and a little wild as she watches my every move.
“Walker,” there’s awed admonishment in her tone which has me smirking.
“I promise to feast on your perfect pussy for hours next time, Treasure,” I growl as I cover her body with my own, “but it’ll have to wait because I need you now.”
“I need you too,” she breathes, her arms wrapping around me.
When I settle between her thighs, her legs encircle my waist and the feel of her skin against mine has me clenching my jaw and counting backward to stop myself from painting her belly with my cum. I’m not going to come before her; hell fucking no.
“I’m clean,” I grit out, hating that I need to say the words, but knowing I do because I need her to know I’ll always protect her, “I don’t want anything between us. You good with that, Morgan?”
“I want to feel you, all of you,” she moans, her back arching and rubbing her tits against my chest. Her hard nipples pressing against me is distracting as fuck, just like the euphoria of gliding my shaft between her wet pussy lips. “I’m clean and I’m on birth control.”
“Good,” I growl and bury my face in her neck, nipping at her skin there. “One day I’ll knock you up, filling you with my cum with truly nothing between us,” I vow, “but first I want to have you all to myself without needing to share you.”
“Fuck,” she keens, “Walker.”
“I know,” I murmur, kissing along her collarbone and down her chest until I’m able to suck one of her hard pink nipples into my mouth.
Just as I bite down on her nipple, I line my cock up with her entrance and surge forward. “Walker,” she screams out; it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck,” I growl while holding still buried balls deep inside my woman. “Feels so fucking good to be deep inside your perfect pussy.”
Morgan whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders and her hips moving like she’s trying to entice me. It works. My movements are slow and deliberate at first because being inside of her, having her walls squeeze me just right, has me right on edge already.
With every pump of my hips, her pussy begs me to not leave her depths. When I kiss her, she’s the one to plunge her tongue into my mouth, moaning and begging for more with every movement. I swallow every sound, wanting all of her for myself and needing even more.
As our bodies move together, I can’t help but pump my hips faster and harder. She’s right there to meet my movements, her body pleading for more. Who the hell am I deny this woman, my Treasure, anything?
“Oh,” she moans, “Walker, I’m so damn close.”
“That’s right,” I grunt, “you’re going to come all over my cock and milk the cum right from my balls. Show me,” I pant, “show me that you’re mine.”
My words push her over the edge and her body tenses as she clings to me and her pussy squeezes me so damn tight that my balls draw up tight and tingles shoot up my spine. Every jet of my cum paints her walls as stars dance in front of my eyes.
We’re panting messes as we float down from the stratosphere. I pepper kisses all over her face and flex my hips, realizing I’m still hard. Well, fuck, that’s never happened to me before.
I grin down at my woman and take in her glazed over eyes and the flush of satisfaction covering her beautiful body. “I hope you’re not tired, Treasure, because I’m just getting started.”
She squeals as I roll us, and my hands start to roam over her body. Fucking hell. There’s no way I’m done with her for tonight. Or ever.