Chapter 12
MORGAN
Ireluctantly pulled out of her, mesmerized by the sight of her virgin blood mixed with my come, coating my cock and spilling from her pussy.
As focused as I was on the view, I still didn’t miss her flinch when I left her body.
I was still hard and wanted to take her again, but I knew it was gonna be awhile before I could get back inside her without causing her pain.
I dropped a kiss on her nose, sitting up and pulling her onto my lap.
I positioned her with her legs wrapped around my waist and slid my arms around her back, lacing my fingers together.
I didn’t want her to be able to get away from me during this conversation.
“Who does your tight, little pussy belong to, Angel?” Her eyes dropped to her lap as a pink hue swept over her cheeks.
“You.” Her voice was whisper soft.
“Look at me when we’re talking.”
She lifted her head and rolled her eyes. “Only you could turn a conversation about the lack of protection into an opportunity to boss me around.”
“But you like my kind of bossy.”
She wiggled in my lap, confirming how much she enjoyed my overbearing demeanor.
It was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t about to act any differently around her.
She brought out the caveman in me from the very first moment I saw her, and I had grown accustomed to the feeling. There was no going back, for me or her.
“Stop trying to distract me from the whole no condom thing, Morgan.”
My cock hardened further, just from listening to her talk about us having sex.
This sweet thing managed to do the impossible—she was the pied-fucking-piper and my cock happily followed her lead.
Which was part of the reason why I’d taken her bare.
Why I’d always take her bare. “I needed to feel you wrapped around me without anything between us.”
“But you’ll use a condom from here on out. Right?”
Damn, I loved it when she was feisty, even though it sucked that she wasn’t about to let this issue drop. “Nope.”
She shifted in my lap, pushing against my chest. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”
“Now that I’ve had you bare, I’m not about to take you with anything between us, Angel.”
“I’m too young to have a baby, Morgan,” she practically screeched. “I’m nineteen. I just lost my mom. I have no idea where my father is and I’m getting ready to start college in a week and a half. Babies aren’t anywhere in my life plan for at least a decade.”
“Five years tops,” I countered.
“Five years what now?”
I lowered my head, claiming her lips in a deep kiss until her eyes were fogged with passion before I pulled away.
“I’ll make an appointment for you to get on birth control tomorrow.
I’ll even wear condoms until the doctor says you’re protected from pregnancy.
But you’ll agree to alter your life plan so babies are a possibility in five years, not ten. ”
“Are you trying to tell me you want me to have your babies?” she gasped.
I didn’t understand the surprised look or why it was hard for her to understand exactly what I was saying.
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to show you the last couple months, Angel?
I moved you into my home and then my bedroom.
Waited until I knew you were one hundred percent ready for me to take your virginity.
Made the decision to take you bare when I’ve never gone without a condom in my life.
Ever,” I emphasized. “Not even when I was a teenager.”
“You’re telling me you want me to have your babies.” This time her voice was filled with wonder.
“No, Angel. I’m telling you that you’re going to have my babies,” I corrected. It was a subtle difference in wording, but an important one for her to understand.
She dropped her head on my shoulder, her arms and legs tightening around me in a brief hug before she pulled back and winced.
“You know what you need?”
“I can think of a couple things I want,” she answered, winking at me.
“You’re too damn adorable for your own good.”
Her smile grew wider at my back-handed compliment. “It seems to have worked out pretty well for me so far.”
“Don’t try to distract me,” I murmured against her lips, dropping a quick kiss onto them before moving her from my lap.
I climbed off the bed and strode into the bathroom, before I did something crazy like fuck her again.
I started the bath, fiddling with the faucet until it was the perfect temperature.
“A bath?” Angelica asked me from the doorway, the sheet wrapped around her body.
“Not just a bath, a bubble bath,” I corrected her, reaching under the sink to grab the bottle I’d purchased a few weeks ago. I poured some into the running water while she wandered closer to me.
“I can’t remember the last time I had a bubble bath.” She took the bottle from my hand and peered at the label. “Soothe and Sleep? Why do I feel like you didn’t just happen to have this lying around?”
Much to my amazement, I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “I was worried you might be sore.”
“I think you’re the one who’s too adorable for their own good.”
“I’m not adorable,” I grumbled.
“Are too,” she countered playfully.
I ripped the sheet from her body, palming her tits in my hands. “Don’t make me show you how not adorable I really am.”
“Sexy,” she gasped. “I totally meant to say you’re too sexy for your own good.”
“That’s what I thought,” I murmured, lifting her up and settling her into the warm water.
I stood over her, watching as the tub filled, bubbles covering her naked body and hiding it from my view.
I badly wanted to join her, but I knew what would happen if I did.
I wouldn’t be able to resist the feel of her wet skin against mine and I’d take her again.
My cock twitched at the thought, and I strode out of the room to tug on my boxers.
Then I grabbed a chair and brought it into the bathroom so I’d be comfortable while I watched her bathe.
I ignored my phone the first time it rang, letting it go to voicemail while I watched her soak in the tub.
I glanced into the bedroom the second time around, thinking maybe I needed to answer it, but it still wasn’t enough to pull me away from the sight of my Angel’s naked body underneath the bubbles.
A pissed off Angel who glared at me when my phone rang a third time. “It’s kind of hard to relax when your phone is ringing off the hook.”
“I guess I’d better get it then,” I murmured, dropping a quick kiss on her lips before striding out of the bathroom. The screen on my phone lit with Brecken’s name when it rang again. Four calls in as many minutes was definitely a bad sign.
“Hold on a second,” I answered, shutting the bathroom door and lowering my voice so Angelica couldn’t overhear our conversation. “This had better be an emergency.”
“Her dad has big time gambling debts and the word on the streets is he’s offered his daughter up as collateral.”
“Motherfucker,” I hissed.
“It gets worse,” Brecken muttered.
“How the fuck can it be worse?”
Brecken heaved a deep sigh. “He owes the Chechens.”
“How much?” I growled.
“One of the contacts I reached out to while I was doing a little digging around about her clued me into the situation. He didn’t have a lot of details, though. I haven’t been able to get an exact figure for you yet, but from what I’ve heard it’s in the low to mid six figures.”
I thought about the status of my current investments, doing some quick calculations. “Reach out to them. Tell them his debt will be paid.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Morgan? We aren’t talking about chump change here, and there’s always the possibility that her dad will pull something like this again.”
“You know what the Chechens are capable of, Brecken,” I hissed. “There isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to let Angelica’s father get her mixed up with a gang who’s involved in human trafficking and prostitution.”
I heard a feminine gasp from behind me. Turning around, I found Angelica in the bathroom doorway, wearing a green silk robe I’d purchased for her, with a towel wrapped around her hair.
I’d been so focused on my conversation with Brecken, I hadn’t heard the door open.
I moved towards her, taking in how pale her face was and the tears filling her gorgeous green eyes.
Her fucking father had managed to royally screw up a night which should have been special for her.