CHAPTER 9
WALKER
It’s been a week since Morgan decorated my home for the holidays and I’m grateful as hell that she’s been in my bed every night since then. There’s no way that I can go without her at this point. I’m addicted to her and have never slept as well as I have in the last week.
It’s all her. Her magic. Her touch. Her care.
It’s woven into every aspect of my life and is everything I knew it would be and didn’t even know I wanted before I met her.
This is the last week Morgan is working before winter break. I wish I could take some time off while she’s off, but it isn’t possible. I’m still going to do everything I can to make sure I spend all the time I can with my woman.
She’s falling for me, even if she hasn’t admitted it to herself. Every time I’m around her, I know my feelings deepen and I think the same is true for her. I don’t think I’ll make it to Christmas before I’m blurting out how deeply I love her. I desperately want her to be ready to hear it when it happens.
The thought of going home to her has me moving faster to finish up some paperwork at the station. Am I rushing through it? Maybe a little. But you won’t catch me saying it out loud.
Once I’m done, I sit back in my chair and breathe a sigh of relief. With a glance at my watch, I grin because I’m getting out on time. While covering the Christmas Market this week a few shifts have run over.
Not tonight.
I look up and almost groan when I see Jared coming my way with fire in his eyes and determination etched on his features. We’ve been avoiding each other ever since that breakfast, but I have a feeling that is coming to an end right now.
It would not be a good look for me to stand up and run from him. He would think I’m scared of him. I’m not.
He tries to intimidate me by towering over me once he reaches me, but all I do is cross my arms across my chest.
“I heard you took my sister home from The Range last weekend when I picked up a shift and couldn’t be there,” the accusation in his voice, as if I did something wrong, has me bristling.
“And if I did?”
He narrows his eyes, but I’m not going to take the bait. We’ve both been clear about where we stand. I’m not going to back down and it’s his choice to stand firm or accept what is inevitable in this situation.
Maybe he doesn’t realize what’s at stake. His potential ignorance and the fact that he’s a fellow officer and the brother of the woman I love is why I’m not in his face right now to tell him where to shove it.
But a man can only be pushed so far.
Jared’s shoulders slump and he runs a hand over his jaw. “Look man,” he tries a new approach since coming at me strong hasn’t worked for shit, “I realize that Morgan is a beautiful girl, but I won’t have her taken advantage of.”
I arch an eyebrow while trying to keep my shit under control. “First of all,” it’s a struggle to keep my voice neutral, “Morgan is a woman, a grown adult. I don’t appreciate the implication that she’s stupid or easily manipulated.”
“She’s na?ve,” he growls. “It makes her an amazing first grade teacher, but she can be clueless about certain things.”
Anger pumps through my body, desperate for an outlet. I stand up suddenly, hating that Jared sees his sister this way.
I get right in his face, no longer giving a fuck about being in the middle of the station. “The fact that you would say something so ridiculous and untrue about your own sister is disgusting,” I seethe, forcing the words out through my clenched teeth.
He scoffs and glances away, but I catch the guilt in his eyes before he does. I shake my head slowly, trying to understand his need to protect his sister. Jade might be my best friend, but she was also more; if I thought someone was going to hurt her then I would step in. Still, I wouldn’t denigrate her in order to do it.
I’m just glad Morgan’s not here to hear Jared and his bullshit.
“You’re just pissed because it’s you who is taking advantage of her,” he tries to deflect, but I see him.
“Jared,” there’s a warning in my voice, “you need to take a step back and really think about what you’re doing and saying. Morgan is a grown woman even though she is your sister. I’ve worked with you and have shown you I’m a good guy. I never picked up anyone whenever we went out to The Range. I’m not some ruffian or something who swept into town looking for some unsuspecting woman to manipulate.”
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything. I can feel the anger coming off him still. He needs to get over himself.
“I love her,” raw honesty colors my words and causes him to snap his gaze to mine. “She’s mine. We’ll move in together and she’ll become my wife. Then we’ll grow our family.” He narrows his eyes at me, but I’m not done. “Do you want to miss out on that? Do you want to be an outsider to your sister’s life?” My voice drops an octave, “What would she think if she heard what you had to say about her?”
Jared blanches and I give a firm nod before turning and walking away. It’s the only thing I can do to stop myself from punching him.
He’s out of line. I think he even knows it, but that didn’t stop him.
Maybe it’s guilt because he left for so many years while in the military, but that was his choice. He needs to own his shit and move forward.
If he can’t see the amazing woman his sister has become, it’s his problem. He has no idea how strong Morgan is, but I do. If he tries that shit with her, I don’t think it’ll end the way he thinks it will.
I almost want to be able to watch the show. But it’ll hurt her as well and that is unacceptable to me.
Anger fuels me until I pull up outside my house. Relief hits me in the center of my chest when I see Morgan’s car parked in the driveway. She’s here. Waiting for me.
I’m inside before I even realize I’m moving. She looks up at me from where she’s standing at the stove while cooking something. My heart constricts and then starts to pound.
“Morgan,” I rasp.
Her eyebrows pull together with confusion. “Are you okay, Walker?”
I nod slowly, before striding over to the small gun safe I keep in the cabinet under the television for my service weapon. Even as I move through the room, my focus is on my woman. She watches me the entire time and then when I stand and turn toward her, I start to strip my clothing slowly.
The way her light blue eyes darken as her breathing picks up and becomes little panting breaths is sexy as hell. She reaches down and pushes the leggings she’s wearing down over her hips. As she strips, matching clothing piece for clothing piece with me, she starts with her bottom half while I’ve started with my top half.
“Turn off the stove, Treasure,” I demand.
She does and then yanks her shirt up and off her body. We stare at each other while standing naked in our kitchen. I need her.
The softness of her skin calls to me, a siren song impossible to ignore. My chest is heaving as I look at her, hearing Jared’s bullshit in my head. It pisses me off all over again.
Without any warning, I yank my woman towards me and lift her until she’s dangling over my shoulder. Unable to help myself, I spank her ass once. She doesn’t deserve to get the brunt of my anger even as it sizzles through my veins.
“Walker,” she gasps, and it makes pre-cum bead at the tip of my cock.
“I’m going to take you into our room and fuck you until neither one of us can walk,” I growl out my promise.
I stomp through the house, barely even sparing a glance at Roscoe who lifts his head from his bed in the living room but makes no move to follow me. When I’m standing next to our bed, I toss her down on it and immediately follow her down. The feel of her skin against mine tempers some of the rage I’m feeling, but not nearly enough.
Morgan wraps her arms around my neck when I’m hovering above her. She searches my face before whispering, “What happened?”
I shake my head before running the tip of my nose along the gentle curve of her neck. I take a deep breath, her soft scent filling my lungs and helping to put distance between me and Jared’s words.
“Are you wet for me, Morgan?” My voice is deep and seductive, the need to know if she’s ready for me taking over.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel how soaked she is when my cock slides between her pussy lips and bumps against her clit. Her thighs tense with the contact and then she’s grinding down against me, seeking the friction she desperately needs.
She purrs, “Can you feel how much I’m dripping for you?”
I kiss her hard, this kiss between us punishing even though she’s done nothing wrong. I can’t help it, I need to claim her, again, to prove to her and everyone else that she’s mine. All fucking mine.
“Damn it,” I grit out through my teeth.
It takes all my strength to pull away from her and she watches my every movement with hooded eyes. While gripping her hips, I flip her over on her stomach and then pull her up until she’s on her knees with her head resting on the bed.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “Look at you on display for me, Treasure.”
She moans and wiggles her hips like she’s enticing me to take her even though I don’t need any encouragement. I line myself up behind her while my fingers dig into her body, needing to hold her in place, needing her to surrender herself to me.
Morgan stretches her arms out in front of her as my eyes take in the curve of her back and how damn good she looks like this. I don’t give her any warning before I notch my cock at her entrance and then slam forward.
“Walker,” she screams as the walls of her pussy spasm around my length.
I take a few deep breaths to stop myself from filling her with my cum too soon. When I’m under control, I start to move, fucking my woman hard and deep. I keep my pace slow, wanting to build her up until we’re both mindless.
Every stroke is steady but powerful. Morgan pushes back, meeting each thrust and moaning every time I bottom out and fill her completely.
“Please, more,” she pleads.
My fingers grip her hips to the point I’ll leave bruises behind, but I don’t have it in me to care right now. Not while her tight, wet heat is surrounding my dick and feeling so good I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from coming.
“Touch yourself,” I grit out, “make yourself come on my cock. Coat me in your cum and show me how good you can be for me.”
I watch, enthralled, as one of her hands slides underneath her body and disappears. The moment she touches her clit, her walls clamp down on my shaft and she gets wetter. The need to fuck her faster to make her fall over the edge is too seductive.
There’s no way I can resist.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room and is punctuated by my woman’s moans and my grunts of pleasure. “So damn good. Need you to milk the cum from my balls,” I demand.
Without warning, her pussy squeezes my length, and she screams out her orgasm. I follow right behind her, pleasure blanketing me as I hold myself deep inside of my woman, wanting her to have all of my cum.
I roll us gently, my back to her front, and wrap myself around her all without pulling out of her perfect pussy. “Mine,” I murmur as I kiss the back of her neck.
She’s mine. All fucking mine.
I’ll stand between her and anyone who wants to hurt her, even if they think they’re doing the right thing now. Even if the person who is hurting her is her brother.