Chapter 10
chapter ten
Morgan
When Charlie finally slips back into sleep, her fingers still loosely curled around mine, I carefully extract my hand and slip out of her room. At the top of the stairs, I find Matthew waiting for me.
"She's out?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.
"Completely." I reach for him without thinking, my palm flat against his chest. "I grabbed the baby monitor from the nursery box. We can hear her if she wakes up."
His hand covers mine, pressing it harder against him so I can feel his heartbeat. "Trenton's waiting."
The bedroom door is already open when we reach it. Trenton stands by the window, silhouetted against the security lights outside. When he turns to face us, his expression makes my breath catch, hunger and tenderness and something that looks almost like desperation.
"Lock it," he says, his voice rough.
Matthew turns the lock with a soft click that seems to echo in the quiet room. The sound triggers me, a release of the tension I've been holding since we found Charlie, since the horror of what she's endured and the knowledge that Evan is still out there.
"I need you," I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I can filter them. "Both of you. I need to forget."
Trenton crosses the room in three quick strides, pulling me against him. His mouth finds mine with bruising intensity, his hands already moving to the hem of my shirt. Matthew comes up behind me, his body pressing against my back, his lips finding the sensitive spot below my ear.
"Shower," Matthew murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin. "Let us take care of you."
They lead me to the bathroom, a united front of hands and need and purpose. The water is already running, steam beginning to fog the mirror. Trenton pulls my shirt over my head while Matthew works the button of my jeans, their movements synchronized like they've done this a thousand times.
"We've got you," Trenton promises, his voice dropping to that register that makes my knees weak. "Tonight, you don't think about anything except how good we make you feel."
Matthew's hands slide my jeans down my hips, his fingers skimming the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "We know what you need."
The shower is hot, the water cascading over us as we step in together. They surround me, their bodies warm and solid against mine. Trenton's mouth finds my neck while Matthew's hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until I gasp.
"More," I breathe, my head falling back against Trenton's shoulder. "Please."
Trenton's hand slides between my legs, finding the center of my need with unerring accuracy. "Like this?"
"Yes," I moan, my hips rocking against his touch. "Exactly like that."
Matthew turns me in Trenton's arms, his mouth claiming mine as his hand replaces Trenton's. The dual assault on my senses has me panting, my hands scrambling for purchase against slick skin.
"I need to be inside you," Trenton growls against my ear, his erection pressing against my back.
We move from the shower to the bedroom in a blur of wet skin and grasping hands. The sheets are cool against my back as I fall onto the bed, looking up at my two men standing above me, powerful, aroused, and completely focused on me.
"I want you both," I tell them, my voice steadier than I feel. "I want to forget everything except this."
Matthew reaches for the drawer where we keep the lube, his eyes never leaving mine. "We'll take care of you."
What follows is a blur of sensation: Trenton's mouth between my thighs while Matthew prepares me, his fingers stretching me with careful precision. When Trenton moves up my body, positioning himself at my entrance, Matthew is right there behind me, his cock slick and ready.
"Together," Trenton murmurs, his forehead pressed to mine.
They enter me at the same time, filling me completely. The stretch is exquisite, pushing me right to the edge of pleasure and pain. I cry out, my nails digging into Trenton's shoulders as they begin to move in tandem, finding that perfect rhythm that has been ours since the beginning.
"Look at me," Matthew commands, and I turn my head to meet his gaze over my shoulder. The intensity in his eyes pushes me higher, closer to the edge.
Trenton's pace increases, his hips driving into me with increasing force. "Let go," he encourages. "We've got you."
The orgasm crashes through me without warning, my body clenching around them both. They follow quickly, their own releases triggering a second wave of pleasure that leaves me boneless and gasping.
But they're not done with me. Not yet.
"Again," Matthew says, his voice raw with need. "We're not finished."
They take me to the edge over and over, first Trenton on his back with me riding him while Matthew takes me from behind, then me on my hands and knees with one filling my mouth while the other fills me.
Each position drives me higher, the pleasure building until I'm beyond thought, beyond fear, beyond anything except sensation.
"I can't," I gasp when the fifth orgasm tears through me, my body trembling between them. "Please, I can't anymore."
"You can," Trenton assures me, his mouth finding my breast. "One more."
Matthew's hand finds my clit, his fingers working in perfect counterpoint to Trenton's thrusts. The pressure builds again, faster this time, until I'm screaming their names as the orgasm shatters me completely.
When I come back to myself, I'm cradled between them, their bodies creating a cocoon of safety around me. The baby monitor sits on the nightstand, its soft light pulsing in time with Charlie's steady breathing.
"We should check on her," I murmur, my body still humming with aftershocks.
Matthew presses a kiss to my temple. "I already did while you were in the bathroom. She's sleeping peacefully."
Trenton's arm tightens around my waist. "She's safe. You're safe. For tonight, that's enough."
I close my eyes, letting their warmth and the memory of their touch wash away the fear that's been building since we found Charlie.
I wake to a delicious sensation between my thighs. I'm still floating in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness when I realize Matthew's mouth is on me, his tongue working in slow strokes that send waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
"Good morning," he murmurs against my sensitive skin, the vibration making me gasp.
I open my eyes to find him looking up at me from between my legs, his silver eyes intense with desire. The sheets are pooled around my feet, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
"Where's Trenton?" I manage to ask, my voice still thick with sleep.
"Downstairs with Charlie," Matthew says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "Giving us some time."
As if to emphasize his point, he slips a finger inside me while his tongue returns to my center. I arch off the bed, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure builds quickly. Last night was explosive, raw with need and desperation. This is different, tender like he's savoring every moment.
"I love watching you come apart like this," Matthew says, his voice low and rough. "Knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."
My fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him exactly where I need him. The house is quiet, except for the occasional sound of Trenton's voice drifting up the stairs. He must be reading to Charlie, giving her breakfast, giving us this time.
"That's it," Matthew encourages as my hips begin to rock against his mouth. "Let go for me."
The orgasm builds slowly this time, a delicious pressure that grows with each stroke of his tongue. When it finally breaks, I bite my lip to keep from crying out, not wanting to scare Charlie.
Matthew moves up my body, his erection pressing against my thigh. "Again?" he asks, his voice hopeful.
Before I can answer, we hear Trenton's footsteps on the stairs. "Everything okay up here?" he calls, his voice carrying clearly through our bedroom door.
"Perfect," I call back, my voice steadier than I feel. "We'll be down soon."
Trenton's low laugh tells me he knows exactly what we've been doing. "Charlie wants to know if you'll make pancakes again. She's convinced yours are magic."
"Magic pancakes coming up," I promise, already reaching for my robe.
Matthew captures my mouth in a deep kiss before I can stand. "Tonight?" he asks, his eyes promising more.
"Tonight," I agree, brushing my fingers through his hair.
Downstairs, I find Charlie sitting at the kitchen table with a coloring book, her small tongue poking out in concentration. Trenton stands at the stove, already pulling ingredients from the cabinet. The scene is so domestic, so normal, that it makes my heart ache.
"Good morning," I say, moving to kiss the top of Charlie's head. "What are you drawing?"
"A castle for Princess Sparklehoof," she explains, pointing to a pink blob that vaguely resembles the unicorn. "She needs a home."
"She certainly does," I agree, joining Trenton at the stove. I steal a quick kiss from him, tasting coffee. "You're amazing with her."
He shrugs, but I can see the pleasure in his eyes. "She's easy to love."
As I mix the pancake batter, I watch Charlie and Trenton from the corner of my eye. She's showing him her drawing, explaining each element with the seriousness only a child can muster. He's listening intently, asking questions, completely engaged.
"He's a natural," Matthew says, appearing beside me. He's dressed now, his hair still damp from our morning activities.
"He is," I agree, feeling that warm glow spread through my chest again. "You both are."
"We'll need to call the social worker today," Matthew reminds me, his voice low. "Start the process."
I nod, my gaze drifting to Charlie. She looks so happy, so content. The bruises on her arms are already beginning to fade, but the ones inside, those will take longer to heal.
"Pancakes!" Charlie announces, spotting the bowl in my hands. "With chocolate chips?"
"With chocolate chips," I confirm, turning on the stove. "The magic ones."