Chapter 39
Morgan
Sweat coats my skin, and my breaths are more than a little uneven.
The throb between my legs is a warning that we should probably take a break.
My need to feel him in me and all over my body argues with the reasoning.
"That was-" he pants, his arm reaching up to cover his eyes, puffs of air escaping his mouth as if he had just run a marathon.
"Fantastic," I say as I fall back onto the mattress.
What started slow and sweet before the sun even came up has grown wilder and wilder as the day has progressed.
He's just as insatiable as I feel, and not once has he pumped the brakes when I reach for him.
I know that we're both about to run out of steam, but my God, it has been one hell of a ride getting there.
"I'm gonna die. I'll go happy, but I'm gonna die," he pants. "The way you moved your hips. Fuck, woman. Trying to kill me."
I chuckle, pride and a sense of ownership running through my veins.
It's not reasonable to hate every woman who has ever touched him before I got my hands on him, but that doesn't make the feeling fade at all.
I open my mouth to tell him as much, but it opens the door to my history, one which includes his brother, and that would dampen the mood way too much. I know it's a topic of conversation we'll have to have eventually, but I'm not going to ruin the day by bringing it up now. If we could both forget the man even existed, I'd be the happiest woman on earth.
"We're going to need food if we keep this up," he says, wrapping his arm around my back when I turn and curl into his side.
"I could eat," I say but make no move to pull away from him.
"We need to shower," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
We stay in bed holding each other for another ten minutes, and I'm drifting off to sleep when he shifts.
I mumble my disinterest in getting out of bed, but my stomach argues louder, grumbling with the need to be filled.
"Let's go," Robert says, playfully swatting my ass.
I roll onto my stomach, lifting my back end in the air.
"Tempting," he says. "Very tempting. I could just eat you up."
I squeal and scramble away when he leans forward and bites my ass cheek.
"That's not the type of eating I'm interested in," I say with an easy smile as I stand and rub the area he bit.
Our shower is not as quick as we anticipated because we take our time cleaning each other, hands and mouths roaming over wet skin.
My cheeks are flushed by the time I step out of the shower, my legs barely managing to hold me up as I towel off.
"You're an evil man," I whisper, his Cheshire cat grin wide with a hint of deviousness.
"I told you I'll owe you one, and I always keep my promises," he says, roughly drying his own skin as he continues to grin at me, his eyes wandering over my exposed skin.
I drop my towel and walk out of the bathroom with a little more sway in my hips than I normally would have if I were alone.
I feel his eyes follow me, but then I stop dead in my tracks in the middle of his room.
"What's wrong?" he asks after leaving the bathroom to join me.
"I don't have a single item of clothing here," I mutter.
"Then you wear mine until we can get all of your things from your house," he says as if it's the simplest plan in the world.
"All my things?"
"Do you really think I'm going to let you out of my sight after feeling your lips wrapped around my cock?"
"My mouth is why you want me here?" I ask, feeling thrilled that he wants me in his space, and knowing that with the way that I feel about him, there has to be more to him wanting me here as well.
He shakes his head, slowly walking toward me. His hand finds my cheek, and I don't hesitate to lean into his touch.
"I don't think it's moving too fast to tell you that I plan to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispers. "I don't see a point in postponing the beginning of that."
I lean in when he kisses me, wrapping my arms around his waist and feeling at home for the first time in my life.
It thrilled me when he mentioned being in the hospital after having his babies, but I didn't let myself read too much into that since we were both still high on great sex.
"We better get dressed," he suggests. "If we keep kissing while standing here naked, we'll never leave the room."
"I'm okay with—"
My stomach interrupts with a loud growl, once again ruining the moment.
He smiles against my lips before pulling back a few inches. With his hands still on my face, he whispers, "We have a lifetime, Morgan."
I swallow, suddenly overcome with emotion as I dip my head in agreement, but there will always be that worry in the back of my mind.
Do we really have a lifetime if his twin brother is hell-bent on ruining what we have?
I know I can't live every second of every day worrying about when the other shoe is going to drop. That's no way to try and have a happy life, so I lift up on the tips of my toes and press my lips to his one more time before taking a step back.
"A lifetime," I agree. "Let's start with food."
"Let's start with clothes," he counters as he turns away and reaches into his dresser drawer for a t-shirt and some sweats, which he hands to me.
I pull the shirt over my head and work the sweats up my legs, having to roll them at the waist to keep them up, but they seem like they'll stay up long enough to get something to eat. I make a mental note to get with Ellis about getting clothes from my house as I look and find Robert glaring at me.
"What?" I say, looking down at the sweats. "There's nothing I can do about the size."
"You need a sweatshirt."
"The house isn't cold enough to need one," I argue.
He glares again, his eyes lowering to my chest.
"My nipples?" I ask, lifting my hands to the fabric of the t-shirt.
He grumbles something under his breath as he turns away, and although that possessive, bossy attitude never did anything for me before, I think I like how territorial he seems right now.
He pulls a sweatshirt from a hanger in the closet and walks it back toward me.
"Better," he says when I pull it over my head. "Let's go."
I stand stock still in the middle of his room.
"What are you waiting for?" he asks when he opens the bedroom door.
He holds his hand out to me, curling his fingers over and over to urge me to move.
"Really?" I ask, my tone filled with humor. "You demand I wear a sweatshirt because my nipples are pressing against the fabric, and yet you're going to leave the room like that?"
I wave my arm in his direction, indicating the erection he's had most of the morning that no matter how many times I've made him come, seems to pop right back up.
He looks down, his cheeks pinking with embarrassment.
"Shit."
"Yeah, shit," I say as I watch him scramble to find clothes for himself.
"I was distracted."
"I know you were, " I say as he dresses, pulling on a pair of sweats and a clean t-shirt from his dresser.
"Better," I tell him as I approach and run my finger through his unruly hair.
He leans forward, mouth prepared to take mine, and I have to pull back at the last second because as much as I want to spend every second kissing this man, I'm starving.
"Food," I say, pressing my lips to his cheek.
He gives my ass a rough squeeze before taking my hand and pulling me from the room.
"It's early afternoon, but I'm still craving breakfast," he says as we make our way down the stairs.
"I'm not the best cook," I confess.
"Breakfast is the one thing I can cook."
"Good," I say with a wide smile. "I was going to ask about delivery if you offered another Hot Pocket or something similar."
His laughter draws the attention of everyone in the kitchen when we clear the bottom of the stairs, and I feel like I'm under a microscope as the guys look in my direction.
Yesterday was so hard for me, and knowing they've all seen me victimized doesn't make me entering the room any easier. Robert tightens his grip on my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as we walk up to the kitchen island.
"Good afternoon," Ellis says, prompting Kaylee to turn from the stove.
"Hey," she says with a wide smile, her eyes searching mine as if she trying to figure out if I'm really okay.
"Good afternoon," I manage as Robert releases my hand and makes his way to the fridge to get supplies for breakfast.
"You okay?" Bandera asks.
I give him a little nod. "Thank you for asking."
"Can we talk?" Kaylee asks, and I don't miss the way she runs her hand along Ellis's back before walking toward me. A few weeks ago I would've questioned her sanity. I would've wanted to know what was so special about any man that made a woman need to touch them before stepping away from them, even for a few minutes. Now I fully understand, and it slams right into my chest, the knowledge that I'm madly in love with Robert Stewart.
I lift my eyes, finding him across the room, grinning at me as if he can read my mind. He gives me a little wink before Kaylee grabs my hand and pulls me from the kitchen.
"Are you really okay?" she asks as she pulls me down beside her on the sofa.
"I mean," I begin, knowing that there are compartments of my life that aren't great. "Some parts are okay."
"Do you want me to ask about the okay parts or the not-okay parts to start with?" she asks, giving me a gentle smile.
"Robert is great," I say, making the choice on my own. "We're together now."
Her smile grows wider. "I knew you guys would end up together. That man watches you like you hung the moon."
I dart my eyes toward the kitchen. We can still see the guys chatting because of the open floor plan, but I know they can't hear what we're saying.
"The not-okay parts?" Kaylee prods. "If you can talk about them right now."
"I don't want to leave," I confess. "And I don't mean in a stay in bed all day and make love to him sort of way, even though I feel that as well."
"In the you're scared you're not safe if you leave the house sort of way?" she asks, giving me a sad smile when I nod my confirmation. "I completely understand that. So don't leave."
"I have work," I argue.
"You hate your job," she reminds me. "You have enough skills and connections to find something that's work from home anyway."
"He'll get tired of me. I don't even know if it's okay for me to live here."
"I went by his room this morning to check on you, and from the sounds coming from inside, I'd say he's very okay with you living here."
My cheeks heat. I did my best to muffle the noise I was making, but there were moments when I got lost in the passion I wasn't even thinking about who might be on the other side walking by and hearing what was going on with us.
"If anything," she continues. "You have vacation days. Take all of them and see where you are when you run out. There are worse things in the world than being stuck here with a sexy man. Just keep in mind that all the common areas have cameras."
We both laugh at this, drawing the eyes of the guys in the kitchen, and I feel warmth bloom in my chest when I notice that Robert is looking at me much in the same way that Ellis is looking at Kaylee.