Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
MORGAN
W hen I wake up the next morning, I’m feeling sated, albeit a little tender. Rhys is something else. I guess that chick chanting his name kind of makes sense now.
The scent of coffee comes in under the door, calling me like a siren.
Just as I’m about to get up, the door opens, and there, in low slung jeans that have the button and zip open, is a shirtless Rhys holding a mug of coffee.
I don’t know what I want more: him or the coffee.
“Eyes up here, Princess.” And that’s when I realise, I was staring at his cock. I find that I’m not sorry about it. “Coffee.”
I accept the mug with thanks. He goes back to leaning on the door frame. Watching me as I bring the mug to my lips, blowing on the hot liquid. I take a sip and hum when the warm liquid runs over my tongue.
“Don’t hum like that.”
I look up at him through my lashes, smirk behind my mug, and hum.
He closes the distance, plucks the coffee from my hand, sets it on the side table, grabs my legs and swings to the edge.
I giggle when he steps between them. But the giggle cuts off and turns into a moan when his fingers graze along my sensitive clit.
“Always so responsive.”
And with that, his cock is buried in my pussy. Now this is the perfect way to start the day.
“This is going to be quick.”
I nod like a fucking bobble head. His thrusts are ruthless, fast and hard, his piercing’s sparking every nerve.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting down before freeing it.
I scream out in ecstasy, as he repeats the action on my other nipple.
Who would have thought I like a little pain with my pleasure?
My muscles start to spasm.
“Already so close.”
“You’re the one who said quick.”
Grabbing my legs, he throws them over his shoulder, getting even deeper with the new angle. He holds onto my thighs, as his cock slides in and out of my clinging body. I circle my clit and cry out as he pulls an orgasm from me.
“Fuck.” He quickly removes himself and fucks his hand, his cum spurting out onto my pussy. “I like the way my cum looks on you, Princess.”
“Bet you say that to all the girls.”
It’s meant to be funny, but I think it comes across that I’m jealous, but Rhys doesn’t seem to pick up on that, because he simply replies with,
“You’re the only one I’ve fucked without a condom.”
I don’t know why, but that makes me feel a little special. Being brave, I run my finger through his mess, suck it clean, and hum. “Because you like me?”
His eyes darken. “Because you’re you.” Rhys kisses me in a way that feels like he’s claiming me. He pulls back, his eyes dance over my face, “Is there any point denying we have incredible sex together?”
“There is not.”
He opens his mouth to say something else, but of course fucking Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb enter the house.
“Oi, Rhys?”
“Shit.” Rhys and I say at the same time.
“Yeah, give me a sec.” Rhys calls back.
“Dude, are you jerking off?” Beau’s voice sounds closer. I look up at Rhys, panic in both our faces. The door opens, and Beau is standing there, not seeming the slightest surprised. If anything he seems cocky. “Fucking finally!” he shouts.
“Get the fuck out!” Rhys throws a pillow at him. When he looks back down to me, I can’t help the laughter that bubbles free. He shakes his head and silently chuckles.
We have a quick shower together. To save time, Rhys claimed. But the whole time I had his cock poking me and his eyes trailing over my body in a heated gaze.
“Stop it, I’m not having sex with those two hanging around.”
“No? Just happy to masturbate while they sleep near you?”
I blush at the memory of when we went camping. “Don’t know to what you are referring.”
He hums. “I didn’t hate the idea of you walking around with my cum still on you, smelling like me, me marking you.” He kisses and nips up along my neck.
My breathing hitches. It’s possessive; something I’m no stranger to. But what is strange, is that when it comes from Rhys, I want it all.
The moment is ruined by banging on the door. “Get your dick out of her, Brent is here and telling you to hurry up.”
“Sorry Princess, until next time.” And with that he swipes his finger along my slit, gathering my arousal and sucking it into his mouth.
I’m left stunned and panting.
Rhys turns around to face me, towel slung around his hips and reading my mind before I can even process what just happened. “No, get out. We have work to do.”
Rhys and I are out checking the just dropped calves. This lot makes the last calves for this herd. They all seem to be doing well, there were even a few sets of twins.
Rhys and I dance around what happened last night, this morning, and where we stand with each other. So, I ask the question that has been on my mind since the moment I saw the hardware.
“Why did you get your penis pierced?”
“Your brother and I got drunk. I bet he couldn’t get the head of his cock pierced, and naturally, he raised the stakes and said I couldn’t get a reverse Jacob’s Ladder. Turns out we both could.” He shoots me his beaming smile, while I look at him in disgust. “What?”
“My brother has his pierced as well?”
“Yep, and since I got a ladder, I told him he had to?—”
I cut him off. “Nope, that’s enough sharing. I don’t need to know about my brother’s…” I let out a shudder. I don’t need to know about my brother’s anything.
“It’s probably why Kerry-Anne kept pestering him.”
“What. Did. I. Just. Say?”
His shoulders start to shake as he tries fighting a laugh.
“It’s not funny.” But even I’m fighting back a smile.
We sit in comfortable silence, until I see a moving rock. Wait. What?
I look again and notice a calf on the ground.
“Rhys.” I place my hand on his forearm and point in the direction of the poor thing.
“Morgan,” his voice is calm, which soothes my building nerves, “Don’t worry, it’s probably just rejected, we can bottle feed it.”
“Really?” Hope swells in my chest.
Rhys nods, and we’re pulling up to the calf. It’s trying to stand but it’s far too weak. “I’m going to put it in the back. Esky, front.”
Rhys, I don’t want that fucking thing near me, has been training Esky. So, with those two words she is on my lap.
Once the calf is in place and he is back behind the wheel, he picks up the radio. “Can I have some milk made up for a poddy?”
A quick rodger gets said back through and I have to ask, “Poddy?”
“Rejected calf.”
I look into the back to watch it. Her big sad brown eyes look at me and I’m instantly in love. Reaching out I pet its head, “I’m going to call it Buttons.”
“Buttons? No, wait no, you’re not naming it. We’ll get it healthy, and it will go back to the herd. ”
“Well, I just did. Buttons.” The calf licks its nose. “Look, even she likes the name.”
“You’re not naming it. It isn’t another pet.”
“Yes, it is.” I turn to face the front but check on it from time to time.
“Morgan, it’s bad enough you have forced the dingo, now you want me to keep a calf?”
“Yep.”
“No.”
We argue back and forth until we pull up to the patch of gravel between Rhys’s and Brents.
“I thought you two finally fucked, so the bickering would stop.” Beau has a way with words.
“She named the calf. We’re not keeping the calf.” He slams his door and rounds the back.
I do the same. “Yes, we are.”
“And when you leave?” he snaps.
My hand pauses midair. Right, I’m leaving. I’m not staying. That has a sobering effect. I withdraw my hand, resting it back down to my side and take a step back. My eyebrows furrow while I shake my head. “No, you’re right. What was I thinking?”
Rhys and Beau look at me shocked that I backed down and easily at that. Beau smacks Rhys up the side of the head, points to me and says, “Fix it.”
“Watch it, I’m your boss. Plus, she agreed, so we’re no longer bickering, doesn’t that make you happy?” he gestures with his hands, while I stand there shocked that Beau jumped to my defence.
Brent walks over to us. “You might be his but I’m yours, what is happening?” He looks between all of us and then his eyes rest on the calf, “This the poddy? ”
“The very one.” I pet its head. Because it’s too cute not to, and I’m trying to act like things are fine. Because they are, right?
Brent points to the homestead. “Molly is showing Tia how to make a bottle.”
“How’s that going?”
“Well Molly is talking to her, so, okay I guess.” He looks uncertain, turning his attention to Rhys, “So why did Beau smack you up the side of the head?”
“Oh, because I agreed with what he said.” I answer for him.
Brent then smacks Rhys up the side of the head.
Rhys rubs his head asking, “What the fuck?”
“Hey if she agreed with you, you fucked up.”
“Is that the general census?” Rhys asks, still rubbing at his head.
They all nod. I suck on my bottom lip, trying to hold my smile back.
“I named it, and thought we’d keep it, but Rhys reminded me I’ll be leaving soon, so I should probably stop pushing for things that are against the norm here.”
Rhys cops another smack up the side of the head. “You’re always welcome to stay.”
“Thank you, and I appreciate it, but I’m not cut out for this life. I need more civilisation,” I chuckle, trying to break the tension. “So, I will eventually be going back.”
Our conversation is thankfully interrupted. “Daddy, we have the milk.” Molly freezes, squeals, and darts over when she sees Beau lower the calf to the grassy patch of ground. She looks at me, knowing full well I would have a name for it, “What’s its name? ”
“No name.” I get to her level, “We can’t keep it, it’ll have to go back to the herd when it’s better.”
“Dad….” She draws out the word, while dropping her bottom lip working her, please face.
“You know the way it is Molly.”
She drops her bottom lip. “But she has no mummy.” Damn the kid is good. “I don’t have a mummy, does that mean you’ll get rid of me?” Really good.
Brent bends down to be at her level, holding her hands. “Molly, no. It’s different. And you have everyone here that loves you, they are your family.”
“We can make her a part of our family, so she is always loved. Like me.” Like really, really, good.
Brent lets go of her hand and rubs his over his face with a groan. “Fuck. Morgan, what did you call it?”
“Buttons.” All the men stare at me in disbelief.
But Molly’s approval is the only one we need. “I love it.”
“Buttons?”
“I don’t know, just Buttons.” I shrug.
Molly gets down to the calf’s level and starts feeding it. “Hello, Buttons.” She says with a giggle.