by Marla Monroe
“Okay, you’ve made your point. Now get up.”
“You going to let me watch?” he asked.
“That depends on her. I’m not making her do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
“Fair enough.” Tyler rolled out of the bed and climbed onto the other one to stretch out. “Think I’ll take a quick nap myself.”
Morgan pulled off his boots, as well as the rest of his clothes except his boxers, and climbed under the covers to pull Amanda up against him. She hummed in appreciation and cuddled against him without waking up. Would she have done that if it had been Tyler? She hadn’t opened her eyes. She couldn’t possibly know who it was, could she? Morgan thrust it all to the back of his mind and concentrated on her smell and the touch of her skin against his body. It wasn’t long before he was snoring along with Tyler.
* * * *
Amanda woke up to the sounds of snoring around her. She froze. Then she remembered that she was with Morgan and they were in Tyler’s room at the motel. She relaxed and checked her body for any signs of nausea. So far, she didn’t feel sick. That was good. She carefully extracted her body from Morgan’s arms and legs and rolled over to the edge of the bed. She needed the bathroom.
She stood up and quietly picked her way across the room to the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. She trusted Morgan, but she didn’t know Tyler. A quick glance at her watch told her it was nearly eight at night. She’d slept a good two hours. She felt much better than she had before.
She washed and dried her hands before opening the door again. She hadn’t quite made it back to the bed when Tyler propped up on his elbow and stared at her. She quickly covered her breasts and froze standing in the middle of the room.
“I’m not going to bother you, Amanda,” he whispered. “I’d never hurt a woman, and I’d never cheat on a friend.”
“I’m not used to strange men seeing me naked.” She bit her lower lip and eased closer to the bed where Morgan lay sleeping, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.
“I can understand that. You’ve got a rocking body, though.” He smiled and lay back down, turning his back to her.
Amanda sighed and briefly closed her eyes before climbing back into bed with Morgan.
“You okay?”
She jumped. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was until you got up.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and held it there.
“Then you heard?” she asked.
“Yeah. I would have stopped him if he had bothered you. But, Amanda, he won’t. He’s a good man. If anything happened to me, you could trust him to take care of you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to you, though, right?”
“Right.” He stretched and sat up. “Better get up and get something to eat. We did some talking after you fell asleep and need to make some decisions.”
“Okay. I could probably eat,” she said with a grin.
Morgan got up and dressed, then handed her clothes to her to put on. Tyler remained turned away as if sleeping, but she was sure he was aware of everything going on around him. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the man. He was an obvious flirt, but didn’t threaten her. She might actually like him despite his forwardness.
Once she was fully dressed, Tyler got up and pulled on his boots. How he knew she was through dressing, she didn’t have a clue, but he hadn’t wasted time once her shirt was on.
“There’s a steak house down the street that has good T-bones,” he suggested.
“Sounds good to me. Amanda?” Morgan asked.
“Do they have fish?” she asked.
“Yep, fish, too.” Tyler winked at her.
She blushed. She wasn’t used to men flirting with her. Guy had never let her around other men when they were dating. Of course now she knew why. She wasn’t who his parents had picked out for him to marry.
They locked up the room, and this time Amanda rode with Morgan. She was far more comfortable holding on to him than Tyler. Besides, they felt different. Tyler was harder around his middle than Morgan, but Morgan’s chest appeared broader. She caught herself then comparing the two men and felt sick inside. She wasn’t dating either of them. She really couldn’t say that about Morgan since they had had sex, twice now.
Guilt ate her up inside. She wasn’t a slut, yet she was comparing two different men, one she’d had sex with, all the time carrying another man’s baby. She leaned her face against Morgan’s back. He placed a hand on hers for a brief few seconds before returning it back to guiding the big bike.
The steak house proved to be a huge place where it looked as if everyone and their grandma ate on Friday nights. Surely they would have to wait an hour or so before they would be able to get a table. She was wrong, though. In less than ten minutes, they were seated at a table near the center of the room. Both men waited while she settled at the table, then sat on either side of her.
The waitress, though harried, seemed competent enough. She brought their drinks almost immediately and was back in seconds to take their orders. The men both ordered steak, and Amanda ordered fried catfish. She loved catfish, but also didn’t think she could handle a steak right now.
The food turned out to be delicious, and both men got desserts and insisted on sharing with her. She had a little of Morgan’s chocolate pie and a taste of Tyler’s lemon meringue. Both were wonderful, but she was stuffed and couldn’t possibly have eaten one on her own. The men talked about mutual friends. Someone by the name of Dodge who had lost part of his leg and lived in Oklahoma seemed to be of major concern to them.
“Were you headed there when you picked me up?” she asked Morgan.
“Yeah.”
“I feel badly that you put that off. Maybe you should just leave me here. I’ll be fine now that I’m nowhere near Memphis,” she began.
Morgan cut her off. “No. Dodge is fine. We’ll be seeing him soon anyway. I’m not leaving you alone to face Guy. We’re going to figure this out and put a stop to his harassment,” Morgan insisted.
“I agree with Morgan,” Tyler added. “You don’t need someone dogging your steps now, or after you have the baby.”
Tears came to her eyes. She hated the fact that the least little thing could make her cry. Morgan noticed and shook his head.
“Hormones,” he mouthed to Tyler as if she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Let’s get back to the room and decide what we are going to do,” Tyler suggested.
They settled up the bill and left the tip on the table, then led her back outside, where she waited while they mounted the bikes before climbing on behind Morgan. The trip back to the motel took longer since they stopped off at a convenience store to load up on beer for them and milk and crackers for her. She was touched at Morgan’s thoughtfulness, but figured he really didn’t want to hear her throwing up again in the morning. God, she hoped she didn’t do that again.
Once they were settled in back at the motel, Morgan set her up on the bed with pillows to support her, and they pulled the two chairs over next to the bed to talk. She wasn’t sure what they planned to do, but already she wasn’t sure she was going to be happy about it.
“I’m not exactly happy with the idea of riding with Rock and his gang,” Morgan began. “Tyler agrees with me that they are going to stress you out a lot more than you already are. You don’t need any more of that right now.”
“Then what are we going to do?” she asked, sitting forward.
“I think we’ll ride with the gang for a few days, then break off and head to Stillwater,” Morgan told her
“What do we do then?” she asked.
“Lay low and hope that Dodge can dig something up to help you,” Tyler said.
“What if he can’t? Then what?” she asked, beginning to panic.
“Then we look at confronting him and explaining why he doesn’t want to bother you or your baby,” Morgan said.
Amanda didn’t want to see Morgan, or Tyler, for that matter, get hur
t. Guy would have no problem hurting them to get to her. What had she done getting them involved like this?
“Easy, baby. Don’t get upset. Everything will be fine. I’m going to take care of you.” He leaned in to kiss her.
The minute his mouth latched on to hers, she was lost. His kisses were lethal. She opened to him the second his tongue grazed over her lower lip. He plunged it inside and sucked hers back into his mouth. His lips and teeth devoured her. He pulled back just enough to nip at her chin, then spread kisses around her jaw, to her earlobe, where he sucked and nipped at it as well.
Amanda groaned when he licked at her neck then bit her there. She’d be marked good when he finished with her, she was sure of it. His mouth took and took from her neck and shoulder as far over as her blouse would let him. Then his fingers were unbuttoning her blouse to give him more access to her body. She shivered as the cooler air touched her overheated skin.
Before she knew it, her blouse was off and Morgan had the front closure on her bra undone. He reached down with his mouth and latched on to one of her nipples with his teeth. She moaned as he ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. His hand molded her other breast, pinching at her nipple with his fingers. He pulled back with his head and blew across her wet tip, sending shivers along her spine. She let out a shaky breath when he sucked on the other one.
She’d honestly forgotten Tyler was there until she opened her eyes to stare straight into his. They were heavy-lidded. She glanced down and almost wished she hadn’t. He’d pulled out his cock and was stroking it slowly as he watched her. She wasn’t sure what to think or how to act. Morgan must have figured out what was going on because he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“He’s just going to watch. He won’t touch you, I swear. I don’t want anyone touching you but me.” He waited for her to tell him if it were okay or not.
Amanda didn’t know what to do. Part of her was appalled that she would even consider it, while another part of her was already turned on even more. Was she a closet exhibitionist? She swallowed and reached up to pull his head down for another kiss. He relaxed into her arms, realizing she’d agreed in her own way.
Morgan stood up and carried her back to the bed, where he laid her down, then began unfastening her jeans. He tugged them down to her ankles, then handed them to Tyler to pull the rest of the way off while she watched him. Morgan slowly slid her panties off and once again gave them to Tyler. She watched wide-eyed as he held them to his face and sniffed of them. He closed his eyes and moaned. Surely she should be scandalized, embarrassed by all of this, but she wasn’t. Instead she was hot and turned on knowing another man wanted her but couldn’t have her.
Morgan climbed onto the bed, having removed his clothes while she watched Tyler stroking his long erection. Settling between her legs, he spread her pussy lips and swiped his tongue from top to bottom, causing her to raise her ass off the bed in an attempt to follow his tongue. God, it felt so damn good. He settled in to lick and suck her pussy lips until she was wild with need. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and unerringly found her G-spot, sending her riding high with just two strokes. He tongued her clit, then sucked on it, and without any warning, she screamed her orgasm.
Morgan chuckled against her pussy lips, then licked his way upward until his thick cock bobbed at the entrance to her pussy. He bent over her and kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
“Fuck me, Morgan. Please. I need you inside me.” She couldn’t breathe evenly anymore.
“I got you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
He pulled her legs up over his arms and plunged inside of her. It took him two times to reach her womb, but he stopped short of bumping it. He filled her to overflowing, and she loved every bit of it. She wanted to taste him as he had tasted her, but she also wanted him to fill her full of his massive cock.
Over and over again he pumped inside of her until she was bucking with him, trying to get more of him inside of her. She glanced over at where Tyler sat in the chair and found that he’d pulled his jeans and boxers off and sat with one leg over the arm of the chair with one hand pulling on his cock and the other squeezing his balls. He stared straight at where Morgan’s cock disappeared inside her pussy and pumped his own with his hand.
She grew warm all over and soon felt that heat build between her legs. Her head moved from side to side as she reached for the elusive climax just beyond her reach. Morgan bent farther over her, bending her double and reached between them to find her clit. When he pinched her there, she screamed and bucked beneath him, throwing him off rhythm. She heard Tyler as if from a long ways away.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Morgan groaned and twisted inside of her as he came. His breath was hot and fast against her neck before he managed to pull back and out of her. He climbed further up the bed and lay against her, panting into the back of her neck. She fought to reclaim her breath as well. Dimly she was aware of Tyler walking to the bathroom. After what seemed like ages, he returned and handed Morgan a warm, wet bath cloth that he used to clean her of his seed between her legs.
She should have felt dirty and ashamed for having had sex while another man watched, but she didn’t. Instead she felt empowered—sexy even. True to his word, Tyler had never physically touched her. By watching Morgan make love to her, he had shared in the emotional aspect, as well as the sexual part, without actually touching her. She felt odd, but good. Now that it was over, she even felt a little embarrassed and hid her face in the covers while Morgan cleaned her up. She fell asleep before he was even finished.
Chapter Ten
“Fuck, Morgan. She’s freaking hot,” Tyler said in a whisper as Morgan pulled on his boxers.
“She’s special, Tyler.” He walked over and retrieved a beer from the fridge.
“I can get that. I can’t help but wish you would share her, though. She got off on being watched.”
“I’m not sharing her, Tyler. End of subject.”
“Got it.” Tyler held up both his hands.
“You’re right, though, she did enjoy you watching us.” Morgan took a long swig of his beer and turned to watch her sleep.
He worried he’d been too rough on her. He’d never worried that much about his wife when she’d been pregnant, but then she told him when to back off. He wasn’t sure Amanda would. He needed to be careful of her until after she’d had the baby. He stilled. He was thinking as if he’d be around then.
“What is it, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Tyler watched him closely.
“Nothing, just thinking too much.” He shook it off and dragged the chair back over in front of the TV.
Tyler did the same thing, and they discussed the route to take from Cavern, New Mexico, to Stillwater, Oklahoma.
“We can make it in three days,” Tyler said, “but it would be pretty hard on Amanda.”
“Yeah, I think we need to divide it into four days. Once we reach Stillwater, we’ll get a hotel room.” Morgan drained the rest of his beer.
“We need to wear full gear so we’ll stick out to the people as bikers,” Tyler suggested.
“What color is her natural hair color?” Tyler asked.
Morgan frowned, but sighed and answered, “Her hair is a fiery red, and she’s got a temper to go with it.”
“Serves you right then.” He chuckled.
“Why do you say that?” Morgan asked
“Because you were such a headache in the army.” Tyler ducked when Morgan threw his empty beer can at him.
“Shhh, man. You’re going to wake her up.”
“Seriously, I don’t like her being close to the Guy fellow. I think he had her brainwashed as well.” Morgan ran a hand over his face.
“You know I’ve got your back, and I’ll watch out for her just like she’s mine,” Tyler assured him.
“I know. I know.”
They finally called it a night around midnight and crawled into bed. Morgan eased Amanda back i
nto his arms and prayed they were making the right decision on riding with the gang even two or three days. Once they got to Stillwater, he prayed they could come up with something to get Guy off her back. Something had to be done, though. She couldn’t run for the rest of her life. He refused to even think of it.
Early the next morning, he slipped out of bed and opened up the cracker box they’d bought the night before. He gently woke Amanda up and had her chew on the crackers. She balked at first, but finally ate two of them and then went back to sleep. He hoped that would help her this morning. He couldn’t stand to see her sick. He climbed back into bed and curled up around her. An hour or so later, he heard Tyler get into the shower. Once his friend was out, they needed to get up and get ready to leave.
As it turned out, Amanda woke up before Tyler had gotten out of the shower and stretched. Morgan grunted when she accidently elbowed him in the gut.
“Sorry.” She smiled and leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Tyler opened the bathroom door and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and he didn’t look all that refreshed. He wondered why his friend hadn’t slept well.
“Come on, Morgan. Let’s shower together. It will save time.”
Tyler laughed. “Right.”
Morgan stretched and climbed out of the bed, shoving Amanda on into the bathroom.
He relieved himself, and Amanda turned all shades of red as she adjusted the water and climbed into the shower. He’d have to remember she was easily embarrassed and not used to sharing everything. He got into the shower behind her and pulled her back into his arms to kiss her neck and shoulder.
“None of that. We’re on a schedule here.” Amanda grabbed a cloth.
“Since when?”
“Since we are riding with the gang. Get soaped up.”
