Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
RHYS
A nd we are keeping the poddy. Buttons. Where does she come up with these names?
Walking back into my house, I hear her phone going off, and I shouldn’t, but I answer it. There’s just a random number flashing on the screen. “Hello?”
Then dial tone.
Morgan is close behind me. “Why did you answer my phone?” I shrug, because I don’t know why either. “So, I’ve been thinking.”
Oh, this ought to be good.
“You know how you said this morning we have great sex?”
“I believe I said incredible.”
“Really not the point at the moment,” I turn to the fridge, getting out the jug of cold water. Never understood the phrase, a woman’s touch, until I started finding Morgan’s touch throughout my house. I reach for a glass.
“Friends with benefits, we should do that.”
That glass? Yeah, smashed in small pieces around my feet. I turn, crunching the glass beneath my boots, “Come again?”
“That’s what he said?” She chuckles to herself.
And honestly, I’d laugh too, but did she really say what I think she just said? I guess we have already had sex few times, so what’s a few more?
“Morgan, have you thought this through?” I ask from the floor where I am cleaning the broken glass.
She starts wringing her hands together, her tone shifting to a more nervous tone. “I was just thinking, I’m leaving eventually like you said, right?” Yeah, thanks for the reminder. I have just gotten used to her being here. “And you’re the one that said the sex was great.”
“Incredible.”
She shoots me a look.
I stand and watch as she swallows. “Friends with benefits?” I say, trying the words out. “Rules?”
“Do we need them?”
I nod while leaning on the bench watching her. “Probably for the best.”
“Okay, rule one—we don’t tell Shane.”
“I will be taking it to my grave, cross my heart.” I cross my heart as I say it, which results in an eye roll from Morgan. “Rule two. We only sleep with each other.” I’m not looking any deeper to why that’s the rule I want to mention.
“Rule three—this ends when I leave.”
Well, obviously.
“Rule four—condoms.”
I close the distance between us. “Yeah no, normally I’d agree.” I place my hand on her hip and pull her closer to me. “ But I already know how amazing your warm cunt feels around my thick cock,” I trail my tongue up along her pulse line. “Taking all of me, squeezing, begging for my cum.”
“Rhys?” She hums. “You’re turning me on.”
I jut my hips forward, making sure she feels how turned on I already am. While kissing along her collarbone, I move my hands to the button of her shorts.
Her breathing has grown shallow, coming in cute pants. “I thought we needed rules.”
“We have four.” I whisper in her ear; she shudders in my hold.
Somewhere in the distance, her phone rings again, but we both ignore it. I pop the button on her shorts and lower the zip. She’s holding on to me, moving her head to the side, giving me more access to kiss up her neck.
Her phone fucking rings again.
“I should answer that.”
But she makes no effort to move, and neither do I. My hand slides into her underwear, where I am met with her arousal. “You weren’t lying.”
She hums again and presses her hips forward, asking me, begging me to touch her, to make her come. But her phone rings for a third fucking time. Seriously, we barely get fucking coverage up here, and when I’m in the middle of teasing and playing, coverage all round.
“It might be Shane.”
I circle her clit with one of my fingers. “Now wouldn’t that be timing.”
“Just let me answer it.”
“Fine, but I’m not stopping.” Probably should, I still have the rest of the glass to clean up, and I have things I need to go over with Brent. Busy, busy. But Morgan .
Turning in my hold, she reaches for her phone on the table. She answers. I’m about to thrust one of my fingers inside her when she goes still.
“Morgan?”
She doesn’t reply. I remove my hand and turn her to face me. She’s gone pale, phone still pressed to her ear. I grab it, but whoever it was hung up.
I try again. “Morgan?”
“He, ah.” She’s starting to panic.
“Morgan, who? Talk to me. He who?”
“Ethan.”
He is as good as fucking dead.
“He said… Oh god, Rhys.” Her breaths are uneven.
Holding her, I whisper, “You’re safe. Tell me Princess, what did he say?”
“Count your days, Morgan Elliot.” Then I feel her body shake as she starts to cry.
I take a step back, place a finger under her chin, and lift her head until her red-rimmed eyes are looking up at me.
“Hey, he isn’t going to find you here.”
“How do you know?” Tears continue to silently fall down her cheeks.
I swipe my thumb over her cheeks, wiping the tears away. “Because I’m always right.”
That gets me an eyeroll, “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am”
“Name a time.”
“When I said you’re not broken.” I know her response before she even says it.
“But I am.”
I will fight her on this always, until she starts to believe it. “But you’re not. Okay fine, I was right about you picking weird names for the animals you seem to be collecting.”
“You didn’t say anything about the animals having weird names?”
I pretend to ponder, putting a finger to my chin, look off into the distance and hum. “Ha, must have said it in my head.” I finish with a shrug and go back to looking at her.
A smile breaks over her face, and then she starts to laugh. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me laugh instead of panic.”
Oh, I’m not even sure. “Ah, because I’m awesome.” Then I put a little distance between us and run my hands over my body, showcasing myself.
She laughs harder. “You’re an idiot.”
Closing the small distance I just created, one hand tucks her hair behind her ear, then rests behind neck. While my other hand wraps around her waist, pulling her closer. I don’t give her a chance to think. I claim her mouth in a soft kiss. Her hands fist my shirt as she melts into my hold.
Stopping, I rest my forehead against hers. She might seem present, but I know how the panic lingers. “Let’s go for a drive.”
Grabbing her hand and pulling her along, as she asks. “Where to?”
I shrug. I’m not sure. Just a drive. “Let’s see where we end up.”
Her laughter is music to my ears.
We get into one of the buggies, leaving Esky behind with Molly and Buttons. I take off through the main gate, no destination in mind.
When we pass a sign for Twisties—seriously the names of these spots—I decide to take her there.
I rest my hand on her thigh; I half expect her to remove it, but she entwines her own fingers. It feels natural, the two of us, like this. A smile on her face, hair blowing in the breeze and holding hands. That’s a sobering thought. Me holding hands. With a woman.
I should remove my hand, and definitely not allow her to move it closer to the apex of her thighs.
Looking over when the tips of my finger brush her pantie covered cunt, she gives me a knowing smile.
“Princess…” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it is the farthest from how I sound.
“Cowboy...”
That’s enough for me, because I slip my fingers beneath the underwear, meeting the flesh of her pussy. I try to focus on driving, but I’m distracted by how wet her centre is.
My finger runs up and down her slit before pushing apart her pussy lips to find her clit and entrance.
“Rhys!” She gasps my name.
“Don’t act surprised, Princess, moving my hand here, wanting my fingers in you.”
“Please.”
I pull the hand brake up, and Morgan is climbing into my lap and lifting my shirt up and off me. Her hands trail over the bumps and dents of my muscles. I let her explore my body. She’s eyed fucked me plenty, felt my body on her, but she has never just touched.
My cock strains in my jeans, and I’m positive she can feel it, especially when she rolls her hips, and I feel her cunt glide over my erect dick.
Her lips are the next to explore my body, well as much as she can in the confinement of the small space. She is kissing down my neck, over my chest. Her tongue flicks each of my nipples.
Her eyes find mine and something mischievous crosses them. As soon as I’m about to ask her what she’s planning she bites just above my nipple.
I choke on a shocked groan, and she grins, proud of herself.
“That’s enough exploring, Princess. Give me your lips.”
“I don’t know, Cowboy, you bit me twice.
” She pretends to ponder, but I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her to me, and nothing but lust shines in her eyes.
Our lips meet in a fevered kiss. Both fighting for dominance, but ultimately, I win when I bite down on her lip.
I’m being too rough with her, I need to chill the fuck out, but she makes me feral for her.
“Get out of your head, Rhys.”
I open my mouth to reply, but she hasn’t finished apparently.
“I trust you.”
She trusts me. I pull her back down to me, needing her to feel how much those words mean to me.
My hands find her hips. I encourage her to move, up and down. She moans, which feeds my erection making it more painful as it pushes against the zipper of my jeans. I thrust my hips up into her.
I swear I could come in my jeans like I was a teenager again.
Morgan places her hands on my chest, and I stop, fuck I went too far.
But then her hands move, finding the button of my pants and popping them open.
She shifts back enough to allow my cock free of its denim prison.
I groan at the relief, but then gasp when her slim finger wraps around the base and slowly pulls up.
She repeats the motion. I watch her, watch her hand.
“Morgan.” I hum. Her blue gaze meets my green.
Again, a mischievous glint shines in her eyes, she rises and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her underwear on, then she’s back to somewhat straddling me.
“What are you thinking?”
She doesn’t respond. Just shifts her panties to one side and slides herself down my cock.
We both groan the deeper I get but with the small space I can’t fill her completely. Not that I think she’d mind, her eyes are crossing in her head, she lifts herself and drops even lower.