Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
RHYS
S he loves me.
She is moving back west with me.
I want to tell her how much that means to me, taking a chance on me, on us, but I can’t seem to find the words. So, I’ll show her.
We finally make our way inside. Morgan calls out for Shane, but he doesn’t answer. She holds up a note. Shane is gone; we have the house to ourselves. One thing crosses my mind. But first.
“I have something to show you.”
Morgan looks at me and watches me unbutton my shirt. She cocks an eyebrow up, but uncharacteristically stays quiet. That is until my shirt is off, and my chest is exposed.
“Is–is that?” She reaches out to lightly trace the newest addition to my tattooed chest.
“Yes.” Not long after I found her drawing, and Brent smacked some sense into me, I got the magnolia and snake tattooed onto my chest; I got the words in her handwriting.
“Rhys…” She trails of f.
“I wanted a part of you with me, always.”
Tears glisten her eyes. “What if I had said no?”
“Then I’d have something to remind me of you.” I hold her hand on my chest, allowing her to feel how my heart beats, for her.
And then she throws herself at me. I catch her and lift her up by her ass, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I push her up against a wall, and grind my firm cock into her pussy. She moans, and that’s damn music to my ears. So, I do it again, her nails bite into the bare skin of my back. I groan, and she smiles into our kiss.
I try to find my way to her room, as she tries to undo the zip of her dress, fumbling with the thing. So, I fist either side of the dress and rip it open.
“No bra?”
“Didn’t see the point.” Her pupils somehow eat up more of the blue in her eyes. I’m sure she’s remembering what happened last time she uttered those words, because I know I am.
I claim her mouth, kissing her in a desperate manner. Her nipples turn into points as they brush against my chest. Fuck this. I need her. Now.
With her legs tightly wrapped around me I move one of my hands to undo my pants, freeing my dick.
I can’t help the sigh that leaves me when it’s free.
A bead of precum rolls from the tip of my cock and down the shaft.
She breaks our kiss, and without hesitation, she slightly raises from where she is, shifts her underwear to the side and then slams herself onto my waiting cock.
She screams out in ecstasy as I feel her stretch around my length, taking all of me to the hilt. I push her harder up against the wall, then move her legs so they are draped over my forearms, going deeper.
“Fuck Princess, I’ve missed your cunt.” Her pussy clenches around me. “You like my dirty words?”
A breathy yes escapes her lips.
My hands hold just below her ribs, keeping her up against the wall as I pound into her.
Her nails are digging into my upper arm, and I welcome the pain because it means this is real. This is happening.
She’s moaning and writhing in my hands. “Rhys, I, oh God.”
Her legs start to shake as her orgasm nears. “Who Princess?”
“You, Rhys. Fuck. Rhys.”
“That’s right. You say my name. I’m the one that will answer your prayers.”
I continue to roll my hips, getting in as deep as is humanly possible.
“Come, Princess. Remind me who I belong to.”
I thrust up into her, once, twice, and on the third, her pussy is choking my cock, restricting me from moving more than a mere few centimetres. Her toes are curled, and she’s arching her back. Her cum gushes from her, sliding down the length of my cock and coating my balls.
“That was one.”
She doesn’t reply, just nestles into my hold; my cock still lodged in her pussy, and I finally find her room.
I slowly lower her to her bed, making sure my dick stays where it is, and I start to move again in slow measured thrusts, while reclaiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
The next time she is coming, I’m right there with her. I don’t pull out like every other time before; now that she’s mine, I will fuck her and fill her with my cum the way I want.
I pepper her face with kisses; she giggles and holds my face so she can kiss me. I move off her and lay next to her, pulling her into me. Her head rests on my shoulder as she traces the new addition to my tattoos.
“I can’t believe you got this.”
“Believe it.”
Laying on her bed, I play over the last couple of months.
She arrived at the station battered and bruised, but never broken.
He could never break her, she’s too strong for that.
She re-found herself while she was there.
And then was me. I was strictly a one-night-stand guy; no emotions, not letting anyone get close.
And now? I’ve planned my future with her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How you make me a better version of myself.”
“Do I?” she throws a leg over my hips and moves herself, so she is straddling me.
I grow firm under her instantly. She can feel it, because she is wriggling her hips above me.
“Yes, you do. I never wanted anything more than a bed warmer, and then you came along.” I lift her hips, position her above me, and slam her down as I thrust my hips up.
Our combined releases, helping glide my length into her.
I groan as her tight walls swallow my cock. She moans as she takes all of me.
“Then what?” she breathily asks.
I help guide her hips, but she has full control. “You showed me I was worth more, that I deserved a future. To be happy.”
She grinds down, her clit glides over my pubic bone, eliciting a moan from her. “We saved each other? ”
“Yeah Princess, we saved each other.” I thrust up, causing her to bounce on me.
She leans down and kisses me, running her tongue along the seam of my lips; I open up for her and her tongue is in my mouth.
I continue to fuck her from below as she deepens the kiss, biting on my bottom lip and pulling back. I growl and flip her. No more playing.
“My turn.” I put one of her legs over my shoulder, and hold the other out, so I can watch as her cunt swallows me.
“Look at you taking all of me, like you were always meant to be mine.”
She arches her back. “Rhys, more.”
I gather her wrists with one hand, and hold them above her head, and my other one circles her throat. I’m always cautious of this move, remembering the bruises. She seems to read my thoughts.
“I trust you.”
And that’s enough to almost throw me over the edge.
I’m looming over her. Both of her legs are now over my shoulders, while I hold her wrists above her head, I drive my cock into her hard and fast.
Her muscles start to quiver around me, and her body starts to tense as her back bows off the bed.
I lean in so my mouth is by her ear. “That’s it Princess, come for me, milk my cock.”
The quivering muscles turn into a choking hold. She comes, falling apart beneath me. I continue my punishing thrusts, making her take all of it even as her sated body relaxes into the mattress.
I release her hands and throat, get up on my knees, and hold her thighs while fucking her. Her delicate fingers wrap around my balls and gently pull.
That has me coming, too. I thrust forward, and hold there as my balls empty deep into her pussy.
“Dirty move, Princess.”
She shrugs, feigning innocence, but her little smirk has me knowing she definitely knew what she was doing. My little minx.
I pull from her clinging body and watch as my cum leaks from her entrance. A feeling I can’t quite name washes over me. I know she is my future, but are kids in that future? She would make an incredible mother, but what sort of father would I be?
Morgan takes in my change. “Rhys?”
I frown and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
“You're lying. If you want us to work, I won’t accept lying.”
“I’m just thinking what sort of father I would be.”
She wraps her arms around me and pulls me down to her. “The best kind.”
“How do you know?”
She kisses one of my cheeks. “Because you have me.” She kisses the other. “And we will learn together.” A kiss lands on my forehead. “But not for a while. Let’s just be you and me for a little bit.” Her lips ghost past mine, teasing a kiss. “I want us to have the best start we can get.”
“Sounds perfect.” I kiss her forehead and tell her I’ll be back.
I walk out of her room naked as Shane walks in the front door.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He covers his eyes and steps back outside as I step back into the room. Morgan throws me my pants.
“Forget something?” she laughs.
“Yeah, Shane just saw me.”
She laughs harder. Glad she got a laugh out of it; I’m expecting another brawl.
When I step back out, I shout out that I have clothes on.
Shane comes back in, eyes still closed. Opening one eye at a time, he looks at me in disgust.
“What?”
“You’re having sex with my sister, every fibre of my being is telling me to kick your ass.”
“I thought we got past that?”
“We very much did not.” He walks past me and into the kitchen.
I walk behind him. “Okay, well let me get a couple things for Morgan, and then we can fight again.” When I get to the kitchen, I find a glass from the cupboard, fill it with water, then find a clean cloth and turn the tap to hot. Shane follows every move closely.
I do my best to ignore him. When I get back to Morgan, I pass her the water and help clean her off.
“I’ll be back. I think Shane wants to fight again.” I tell her so matter-of-factly, then kiss her forehead and leave to face my best friend.
Again.
MORGAN
I watch as Rhys leave my room. What did he just say?
I throw on some clothes. And on shaky legs, thank you Rhys… okay the last one was all me but still, I get out there to stop another fight. But when I get there, they aren’t fighting.
“Shane, I love her. She loves me, you have to find a way to be okay with this.”
I peek around the corner. Shane is glaring at Rhys; but it doesn’t seem to be completely filled with hate.
Making my appearance known, I hug Rhys from behind, plant a quick kiss between his shoulder blades, and move to stand next to him so I can tell Shane. “I love him, I’m going to move back west with him, I want you to be happy for us.”
He looks at me. “I am happy for you, but him?” He goes back to glaring at Rhys.
“Oh my god, grow up, you sent me to him! What did you think was going to happen?”
“Not this!” he bellows, and Rhys moves so I am behind him, a move Shane does not miss. “Oh fuck off, I would never hurt my sister.”
“Shane, please. I know it’s hard for you, but it’s happened.” I tell him as I try to look at him around Rhys.
Shane looks at me and nods. “I said I’ll try being okay with it, for you. Not for him.”
“Fine by me.” I shrug and move towards my brother.
Rhys can’t just shut up. “Oh what? I’m the bad guy here? It was her idea.”
I stop and turn to face him, my eyes wide and mouth what the fuck? He just shrugs .
But Shane doesn’t seem to care. “Yes, you’re the bad guy. You’re older, and my best friend. Goes against guy code.”
Rhys rolls his eyes, “You can have my sister if you want.”
Shane looks disgusted by the offer, and I almost laugh at his expression. “Mate, from what I’ve heard she’s been through half the town.”
“Oh, so your type?” I choke on the laughter, as they argue back and forth.
Shane folds his arms over his chest. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Uh, Kerry-Anne?” Rhys just needs to throw in a duh to really drive the point home.
“We’re not sleeping together, haven’t in years.”
Rhys shrugs and leans his hip into the bench. “Not what I heard.”
Shane arches an eyebrow in question.
Rhys juts his chin forward as he says, “Heard you two are engaged.”
That gets my attention, looking at him with wide eyes. “Shane you’re not?!”
“I’m not!” He shouts.
Rhys pulls me to him. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head. “Yeah, you might want to sort that rumour out then mate.”
Shane continues to glare at him.
“Anyway, beer?”
I say yes while Shane just grunts.
Rhys releases me, goes to the fridge, and helps himself. He passes me a bottle and throws one at Shane, who catches it.
“Jesus, you two act like children.”
We make our way outside, Esky hot on our heels .
“So, when are two leaving then?” Shane asks; I think he’s trying to be happy for me. A part of me feels guilty. I was gone for six years, and he only just got me back, and now I’m moving states, with his best friend. But at least now I will be able to communicate with him.
I look at Rhys, waiting for him to answer the question. I will have to say goodbye to Paige, and pack. Maybe see Mum and Dad? He looks down at me, smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, then answers. “By the end of the week?”
End of the week? Four days. Okay.