Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RILEY
Isat on my bed, staring at my psychology textbook, not really comprehending what it was trying to teach me.
This was becoming an increasingly frustrating problem for me.
My mind was often on other things. Things they shouldn't have been on, like three literal tritons who were trying to get back on my good side.
While I did believe in redemption and forgiveness, being drugged and kidnapped was high on the list of unforgivable offenses. Even if brute force was their way of life, if they wanted to live among humans, they needed to act like us.
Us. Could I even be considered part of the human race anymore?
I leaned over to my new bedside table that was going to soon become a new design element trend. Plastic storage bins weren't just good for keeping crap hidden, but they were great nightstands with a lot of surface area.
I gently grabbed the book that was almost one hundred years old. The cover was faded brown with a simple picture of the woods. When the first edition copy of Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder had mysteriously appeared in my locker, I was unwilling to go throw the book at them.
They had wised up and gotten me something that was priceless. I didn't collect old books, but the Little House series was one of my all-time favorites.
I ran my hand over the cover and pulled the white envelope out that was inside. Anger had filled my gut when I’d pulled out the ten-thousand-dollar check, but now that I had a few hours to consider my options, it couldn't hurt any to cash it.
After some calls by Mr. Nguyen, he'd discovered what had appeared to be a mortgage was actually a home equity loan. The only problem was that ten grand would barely cover what was owed, and then what? The bank wouldn't work with me on a lower payment since nothing was in my name.
I stared at the check and ran my thumb over Jax's signature. Damn them for making me feel things I didn't want to feel.
The doorbell rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I ignored it. My phone buzzed with a text not even a minute later.
Morgan: Are you home? I need to see you.
I stared at the screen before rolling my eyes at myself and going downstairs. I should have just ignored his text, but it was getting harder and harder for me to stay away from them. I didn't want to admit it to myself because they had been complete dipshits, but I craved being around them.
It was like when they were around, my mind only focused on them and forgot about all the other shit I had to deal with. My brain seemed to block out the fact that they had ruined my birthday and blindly followed Jax's deranged father.
I opened the door, finding a distraught-looking Morgan waiting on the stoop. "What's-" I didn't get a chance to finish because he pulled me to him and his lips slammed against mine.
I melted against him as he walked me backward, kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping his helmet to the floor. I shouldn't have let him just kiss me like a caveman, but a part of me craved the intensity.
My mouth parted and our tongues collided as he continued toward the stairs. My mind was mush and my body heated. Morgan kissed me like it was our last kiss. It was doing something crazy to my body.
He scooped me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me up the stairs to my room. I throbbed between my legs as he broke our connection and put me on the bed. He shucked off his backpack and stared down at me with red-rimmed eyes that were dark with need.
"Morgan. Tell me what's going on." I felt the need to comfort him because clearly something was wrong, but he shook his head.
He took off his shoes and socks and pulled his shirt over his head. His body was tight and muscular from swimming, and I licked my lips. The thought of tracing his muscles with my tongue made my thighs clench together.
"What's going on?" Before he could make it to the bed, I stood and stopped him with my hands on his chest.
His eyes filled with tears and he bit his lip. "Coach Davis was in an accident, and I-" He choked on his words and buried his face against my neck. "I can't lose someone else in my life."
I smoothed my hand across his hair. I wanted to tell him Coach Davis would be fine, but judging by his reaction, it didn't sound like he would be. "Why are you here, Morgan?"
With his head still against my neck, he kissed right below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "I want to get lost in you." His hand rubbed just below the side of my breast.
"So, you came here for sex?" I pushed him back and searched his eyes.
"I came here because I didn't want to be alone, but then when you opened the door... I don't know." He walked his fingertips across the tops of my breasts. "I want to be with you. I care about you, Riley."
I stayed silent as he trailed his hand between my breasts and then cupped one in his hand. I inhaled sharply as he kneaded it gently.
"Sometimes, when I'm upset, dancing helps." I moved my hand to his back and took his hand.
He pulled me closer and put his head on my shoulder. "We don't have any music."
I began swaying to a rumba song in my head, and it was like Morgan knew exactly the beat I was thinking. He took over and we moved together to the slow-quick-quick beat of rumba. It was a poor dance choice on my part considering he was shirtless and there was a bed right next to us.
His hands moved to my hips as I moved them. "You're incredibly sexy."
I stopped and we stared at each other for a long moment before his eyes fell to my lips. I was done for. I leaned forward and took his mouth, not waiting for him to make the move to kiss me. There was a reason we danced so well together, and I couldn't stop myself.
We stumbled back to the bed, and I broke the kiss, scooting myself back against the pillows.
He lowered down on top of me and took my mouth again.
The kiss was gentler, and I moaned into his mouth.
He moved his lips to my neck and I writhed under him.
I had no willpower when it came to his lips on me.
He was in my blood and I couldn't get him out.
How could anyone ever just make out with a guy and not have sex with them? The second I started kissing one of them, my body reacted and I got wet.
"What are we doing?" I ran my fingers through his hair and then pulled gently so he'd look at me.
He relaxed his bodyweight on me and his skin erupted in goosebumps as I ran my fingertips over his shoulders and down his back.
"I've never had sex before." I felt the urge to thrust my hips up to meet his. I gently scraped my fingernails down his spine.
"Do you want to?" He lifted himself so he could look me in the eyes. "Have sex?"
I wiped the wet streaks from his cheeks with my thumbs. "The wetness between my legs says yes."
"What does your brain tell you?"
I bit my lip as he watched me closely. My virginity was supposed to be something special I gave to the man I loved. At least, that's what society told me. Did I think Morgan was worthy of being the man to say he was my first? Did I even care that much about my virginity?
"Is this a one-time thing?" I licked my lips and his eyes darkened more. "Or is this just a moment of passion?"
"It's more than a moment of passion, vixen.
I want you. Not just your body, but you as a person.
" He ran a finger down my inner arm and laced our fingers together, bringing them to his lips.
"I know you feel it too. Even if I need to spend every waking moment groveling at your feet to gain your forgiveness, I'll do it just for a chance with you. "
If I kicked him out, my vibrator would be getting some action. But I really didn't want to kick him out.
"Okay." I smiled, and he groaned.
His lips met mine in a bruising kiss that promised I would enjoy what we were about to do. My nipples hardened as he explored my mouth.
He pulled back and grabbed the hem of my shirt. "We're really doing this?"
"Yes."
He pulled my shirt off, leaving me in my bra. He traced a finger across the lace. "Vixen, you've been hiding."
He kissed his way from my belly button up to my chest, sucking and nibbling on the skin before unclasping my bra. The cool air hit the hard peaks and my clit tingled at the sensation.
Morgan took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them gently, causing me to arch up off the bed. It felt amazing and we were just getting started.
"Your tits are so unbelievable." He took a nipple in his mouth and then released it to blow on it. I squirmed under him and pulled his head closer.
He licked a path to my other nipple and bit it gently. I moved my hips against his thigh that was wedged between my legs. My panties were already soaked and the pressure that was building begged to be relieved.
"Morgan... I need more." My chest heaved as he grinned and then began kissing down my body, his eyes on mine the whole time. "Oh, God. You're going to do that?"
I didn't know how to feel about him going down on me. I trembled as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off. He sat back on his heels and brought my leg to his shoulder, kissing my ankle.
"You'll let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable?" I nodded as he ran a finger up and down my calf. I tried squeezing my legs together, which was impossible with one leg up. "Relax, vixen. It's going to feel so good."
"You don't have to... you know." I gasped as he started licking from my ankle to my knee.
"Eat your pussy?" He sucked the skin on the inside of my knee and I panted. How could that feel so good? "I want to taste you."
He continued to my inner thighs and then pulled my panties off. I looked at the ceiling, willing myself not to close my legs. It was awkward having someone staring at my most intimate parts.
"Look at me." His voice had lowered but was still gentle. "Your pussy is beautiful and I want you to watch as I taste it."