Chapter Seven
After the chaotic breakfast, Morgan took my hand with a soft smile and pulled me out onto the private balcony. The warm afternoon breeze felt incredible on our naked skin. The Vegas Strip sprawled below us — bright, busy, and completely unaware.
She turned into my arms and pressed her body flush against mine. “Dance with me,” she whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and we began to sway slowly together, skin to skin. No music, just the distant hum of the city and the wind. It felt surprisingly tender.
Morgan rested her head on my chest. “This is insane,” she said softly. “One drunken night and now I’m your wife… and carrying your baby. Jake is going to lose his mind when he finds out. He trusted you to look out for me, not knock me up in Vegas.”
I held her tighter, my hand gently stroking her lower belly.
“I know. The guilt is eating at me too. He’s my best friend.
But looking at you right now… I don’t regret it.
I’m going to take care of you, Morgan. Both of you.
I’ll be a good husband. A good dad. We’ll figure out how to tell Jake when the time is right.
For now, I just want to enjoy my beautiful wife and the little family we started. ”
She looked up at me, eyes shining with a mix of fear and hope. “I believe you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I never imagined it happening like this… but I’m really glad it did.” She stretched up and kissed me. The kiss started sweet but quickly turned deep and hungry.
The sweetness didn’t last.
Morgan turned in my arms, pressing her ass back against my growing erection. “I need you again,” she breathed. “Right here.”
I bent her forward over the railing. She gripped the metal as I spread her legs and thrust into her soaked pussy in one deep stroke. Morgan moaned loudly, the sound carrying on the wind.
“Fuck, Nick… right there,” she gasped. “They could be watching you breed your pregnant wife.”
I gripped her hips and pounded into her with hard, powerful strokes. “Let them watch,” I growled. “Let them see me claiming my best friend’s little sister. You’re mine now.”
The risk and the emotional weight made everything more intense. Morgan pushed back to meet my thrusts, moaning shamelessly. I reached around to rub her clit while keeping one hand possessively on her belly.
When she came, it was explosive — her pussy clamping down hard as she cried out. I followed right behind her, burying myself deep and flooding her with another thick load.
We stayed connected for a long moment before I pulled her upright. We resumed our slow, naked dance — my cum dripping down her thighs as we swayed together in the warm breeze.