All Cried Out (All Falls Down Book 2)

by Ayden K. Morgen

  "Oh," Savannah gasps, trembling against me.

  "So soft," I murmur, sliding my hands down her stomach to release the button of her jeans. "So sensual." Tugging the zipper down, I plant my lips against the side of her neck again, sucking and biting. "So fucking perfect I'm not sure how I got lucky enough to keep you for myself when no one else ever could."

  "Jared," she moans when I slip a hand into her panties, brushing over the curls between her slightly parted thighs.

  "You're my Mousai, Savannah," I whisper, sliding my fingers through her slick folds.

  She grasps on to my forearms, holding herself upright.

  "I worship you, baby." My thumb finds her clit while two fingers tease her, slipping inside her partway before I ease them out again, keeping her on the edge, anticipating how she'll feel when my fingers fill her. "There is nothing more beautiful than watching you come undone for me, than knowing that I'm the one who pleasures you and makes you crazy." My teeth sink into the cleft between her neck and shoulder, biting into her skin before I ease the sting with my tongue. "You think you need to work to please me, but you're wrong, Savannah. You're the Goddess here. It's me who needs to please you." Flicking her clit, I thrust my fingers inside of her, holding her to me when she cries out in pleasure, her legs trembling beneath her. "And I will please you, baby. I want to make you feel so good, you never doubt how completely you own me. I'm yours, love. Every inch of me was made for you."

  "Oh God, Jared," she groans, her nails digging into my forearms as I touch her, my fingers working inside her while my thumb flickers over her clit, delivering just enough pressure to awake the nerve-endings there.

  "You think you were the problem with him, but you're wrong," I murmur, feeling the pulse in her throat racing against my lips. "No one else ever pleased you because they didn't know what an extraordinary gift you'd given them. You were designed to be worshipped, to be cherished. And no one will ever cherish you as much as I do, baby. I was born to love every inch of you. Forever." Crooking my fingers, I brush against her g-spot, my teeth sinking into the hollow between her neck and shoulder again.

  She screams as she comes, her body exploding into pleasure for me. Because of me. Lashing my free hand more firmly around her waist, I pull her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them. Within moments, I'm back at her center. Her pussy convulses around my fingers as they move within her. She's thrashing against me, crying out my name as the waves of her orgasm wrack her body.

  When she comes down, I lay her out on the bed, her legs over my shoulders as I kneel between them, watching the way she writhes and twists, beads of sweat trailing down her creamy skin. Her eyes meet mine in the shadows, little more than dark spots in the night. I see her clearly though. I'll always see her clearly.

  "Sing for me, sweet girl," I breathe, burying my face between her thighs.

  Her hands grasp at my hair, pulling hard as I work her with my lips and tongue, drinking her sweetness down my throat. She's wild beneath me, crying out incoherently and arching off the bed. Her thighs clench and release around my head, pulling me closer and then trying to push me away. I love every minute of it, reveling in the sounds she makes and the painful sting of her fingers clutched in my hair, of her nails scoring into my scalp.

  When I know she can't take any more, I release her, easing her legs down to the bed. My eyes don't leave her gorgeous body while I strip out of the rest of my clothes, carefully setting my gun on the bedside table. A groan tumbles from my lips when my cock springs free. I'm so hard, it physically hurts not to be inside her. She watches me, her bottom lip between her teeth as I wrap one hand around my dick and stroke, hissing in relief.

  Crawling onto the bed with her, I'm suddenly thrown off balance when she sits upright, her hands on my chest, pushing me over. Before I can argue, I'm on my back and she's hovering over me, her face flushed and her lips swollen from the abuse she gave them while I devoured her.

  "What are you-?"

  She doesn't give me time to finish my question, instead prowling down my body. Her hand wraps around my cock, pulling my hips off the bed and a throaty curse from my lips. Her thumb sweeps over the head, teasing me as she works her hand up and down, her fingers barely able to touch around my girth.

  "It's your turn to sing for me," she whispers, heat in her voice. She lowers her head.

  "Fuck!" My hips come off the bed again when her lips close around me, drawing me deeply into her mouth. Her tongue runs up and down my length. She's warm and wet and I have to grit my teeth, clenching the sheets in my fists to keep myself from thrusting upward to find my way into the back of her throat.

  She moans around me, one of her hands sliding between my legs to cup my balls. Her mouth is heaven, so warm and soft I can't stop the curses ripping from my throat. I'm on the edge in a matter of moments, the way she takes every inch of me driving me out of my mind. When she reaches out blindly for my good hand and places it on top of her head, I almost come unglued.

  "Savannah, fuck," I groan loudly, holding her still as I take her cue and thrust gently in and out of her mouth. It takes everything in me to go slowly, easing myself into the warmth of her mouth before sliding back out again. The muscles in my stomach and thighs are locked tight, and I fight not to come.

  Far too soon, it's over. She pulls back, placing a kiss to the head of my dick, before she crawls up my body again, hovering over me. Her hands find purchase on my chest and she straddles me, staring down at me.

  "Was that okay?" she whispers, biting her bottom lip.

  "Perfect," I manage to choke out, wrapping my hands around her waist. My bruised knuckles are a stark contrast to her porcelain skin.

  The smile she gives me is blinding.

  "Savannah!" I cry out when she lines me up with her entrance and sinks down onto me, drawing me into her body inch by inch.

  "Oh," she moans when I'm seated fully inside of her, her ass against my thighs. She circles her hips, throwing her head back and crying out.

  I stare up at her, spellbound at the way she takes her pleasure from me, so lost in how good she feels, she doesn't doubt or question anything. In this moment, she knows she's a Goddess, free of inhibition or fear.

  She's never been more beautiful to me.

  "Take what you need from me," I whisper when she lifts her head and meets my gaze. Lifting her up, I ease her back down, both of us moaning as I slide back inside of her tight heat. "Make yourself come for me, baby."

  Color suffuses her cheeks and she bites her lip, but she does as I requested and begins to move on top of me, lifting herself up and then sliding herself back down. Her hands sweep across my body and then up to her breasts. She tugs at her nipples, throaty moans echoing around the room as she grinds against me.

  I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming myself inside of her when her hand slips between her legs, one finger swirling across her clit. My hands tighten on her waist as she rides me, lost in the pleasure she's chasing. Watching her move leaves me breathless. She truly is a Goddess, taking what she needs without reservation.

  "Jared," she moans as her body clamps down around me. She rides me harder, her free hand on my chest to balance herself. "Oh God."

  The shrill cry that escapes her lips when she explodes sends me into a frenzy of movement. I flip her over beneath me, slamming myself inside of her. She cries out over and over as I take her hard, one of her legs over my shoulder and the other around my hip. She's a hellcat beneath me, scratching and clawing, screaming my name, even wilder than she was a few nights ago. I've never seen her like this, so unencumbered and free.

  "Christ, baby," I groan, burying my face in her neck as I pump into her, "I love watching you like this. Scream louder for me." I thrust harder, my mouth hot against her skin, biting and licking. She's still convulsing around me, her orgasm going on and on as I love her, words falling from my lips without thought. I tell her how perfect she feels, how much I love being inside of her. How crazy she makes me when she
screams my name.

  Every confession seems to hit her hard, causing her to writhe and contort until we're both slick with sweat and her voice is raw from the way my name rips from her lips in loud bursts of sound. She's so hot, burning up beneath me.

  "Fuck," I growl, crashing my mouth against hers as my balls tighten and my own orgasm slams into me. I thrust myself inside her a final time and grind my hips as I release in hard spurts, sending her over the edge again. I kiss her hard, swallowing her cries of pleasure as my entire body tightens and then releases in a shudder.

  "Jared, Jared, Jared," she chants as she rides the waves of her orgasm and then stills beneath me, her arms around my body, holding me to her.

  I collapse on top of her, my head between her breasts, against her racing heart.

  Her chants quiet until my name whispers from her lips in soft puffs of sound, so reverent and full of adoration, I have to swallow hard against the sudden lump in my throat. Rolling, I pull her with me, enfolding her in my arms and holding on tightly. Everything that's been lashing at me all day rushes up again, clamoring for my attention. But Savannah keeps me grounded, rooting me in reality with her. She keeps me calm even when everything around me is in chaos.

  And I know… I have to tell her the truth about her mother.

  "I need to tell you something," I whisper, my heart in my throat.

  "Okay," she says, snuggled up against my chest, one of her legs thrown over mine. She sounds so sweet, so sleepy, I almost convince myself to put this off. But I can't. I owe her the truth.

  "You're going to hate me for this," I mumble, staring down at the top of her head.

  She falls completely still and then tilts her face slowly up to mine. "Tell me," she mouths, worry in her eyes.

  I take a deep breath. "The day I went to see Richardson, the day of the reception, someone was waiting for me outside. I thought she was a reporter and I told her to back off, that I wasn't going to tell her a damn thing. I was so pissed about McKee, the last thing I wanted to do was deal with a reporter." I shake my head and curse, remembering. "But she wasn't a reporter."

  Savannah's face pales.

  "I was too late to pick you up that day because I took her somewhere to talk," I say, trying to get it all out there before I lose the nerve to do so at all. "After learning about McKee, I didn't know how to tell you the truth. I wanted to protect you, but I screwed up."

  Savannah's staring at me like she's seeing a ghost. "W-what did you do?" she whispers, the words trembling on her lips. "Who was she?"

  I realize then what she thinks, how it sounds. "No!" I sit upright, pulling her with me. "It's not like that, baby. I'd never touch another woman. Not ever." Christ, just the thought makes me sick to my stomach. I've never wanted anyone like I want the woman in my arms, and I never will.

  She relaxes slightly, some of the color returning to her face as she takes a deep breath.

  "I was with your mother, Savannah," I whisper.

  She blinks, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks. "What?"

  "The woman I talked with was Melinda Martin, your mother." I have to pause for a moment to clear my throat. Raking a hand through my hair, I curse and hurry on. "She came to town after she saw you on the news. I didn't know what she wanted from you. I didn't trust her. I told her there was no way in hell I was going to let her near you until I knew why she was really here."

  Savannah's just staring at me, her eyes wide.

  "Lewis ran her background, found out where she's been all these years. She was addicted to prescription medication, beautiful girl. That's why she left." I heave a sigh. "We went to see her at her motel, to question her. And then we found out about your car. Lewis found her prints on it. I was pissed, worried she was working with McKee. I confronted her again tonight… I had to make sure she wasn't working with that bastard."

  "I-is she?"

  I shake my head. "I don't think so. I think… well, I think she genuinely cares about you and wanted to make amends, to get to know you again. But we agreed this isn't the right time for her to invade your life." I blow out a breath. "She left town tonight, sweet girl."

  Savannah's face pales even further and tears spring immediately to her eyes. "She's gone?"

  "Yeah. She's gone."

  A tear slips down her cheek, wrecking me.

  "I'm so sorry," I whisper, reaching out to pull her into my lap. "So sorry."

  "Don't touch me," she says, scrambling off the bed, away from me, one hand on her stomach, the other covering her breasts. The look in her eyes, like she doesn't know who I am, kills me. The betrayal she feels is plain on her face, her expression full of pain and heartbreak as she stumbles away from the bed, grasping blindly for the clothes I pulled from her body an hour ago.

  "Savannah, please." I roll from the bed and start toward her, my heart in my throat. My chest is on fire, guilt and regret burning like acid. I should have told her about Melinda long before this. She deserved the truth. She deserved the chance to make her own decision about her mother. I took that away from her. "Please talk to me," I plead with her, taking another step in her direction.

  "Stop!" she cries out, scrambling away from me while trying to pull her shirt over her head.

  I stop advancing toward her immediately, afraid she's going to fall and hurt herself. Lifting my hands, I plead with her again. "Talk to me, please."

  "How could you keep this from me?" she whispers, her expression broken. "I trusted you."

  "It's not like that," I try to tell her. "I was trying to protect you."

  "She's my mother!" she screams at me, tears falling down her face. Even in her rage, she's beautiful, her eyes on fire and her cheeks flushed. Her hair is a wild tangle around her face, and her chest rises and falls as she sucks in shallow breaths.

  "I know," I whisper, hanging my head as guilt tears through me again. I don't know how to fix this.

  Savannah continues dressing, her quiet cries filling the room. Every part of me demands I scoop her up into my arms and console her, but I don't. I'm not sure what she'll do if I touch her, and she asked me not to. I've done enough damage for one night.

  "I was so stupid!" she cries out, causing me to lift my head to look at her. She's across the room still, but she's dressed. She's just standing there, her body shaking as she stares at me, tears falling down her face. "All those things you said tonight, did you mean them, Jared? Or were you just trying to play me so I wouldn't hate you when you told me the truth?"

  "You hate me?" I swallow hard, bile burning up my throat.

  Savannah flinches at the question, but she doesn't answer me. "You lied to me."

  "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

  She shakes her head sadly. "I'm going to the mansion. Don't you dare follow me, Jared. I don't want to see you or talk to you right now."

  "Baby, please-"

  "No!" she yells, throwing her hands up. "You don't get to call me that, and you don't get to ask me for anything! Not after this." She swipes at her eyes, her bottom lip quivering. "I trusted you," she whispers, her voice catching on a sob. "I trusted you, and because of you, my mother walked away from me again. You did what you wanted, regardless of what it meant for me or how I would feel about it. How could you?"

  Before I can say or do anything, she turns and walks from the room.

  I want to go after her. Every part of me screams for me not to let her go, but I can't move. I'm frozen in place, terrified she really does hate me for this. And I can't blame her because she's right. I did this. No one but me.

  The front door slams so hard it rattles the headboard. For the first time since I decided to keep the truth from her, I come face to face with the realization that I might not be able to fix it. That I did something unforgivable, even for Savannah, who has more forgiveness in her heart than anyone else I've ever known.

  "What did I do?" I groan, sinking down onto the edge of the bed as pain hits me hard, twisting like a knife in my chest.

  Chapter Sixtee
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  Lifespan

  "Please let me see her," I plead to Lexi and Evans, who stand in the doorway to the mansion, their arms crossed over their chests with matching looks of pity on their faces.

  "She doesn't want to see you right now," Lexi says softly.

  "I need to talk to her." The sun is already coming up. It's been hours since she fled to the mansion. I'm going out of my mind. I tried calling Melinda's motel to tell her not to go, but I was too late. She's already gone. I've waited as long as I can, trying to give Savannah space to process and think, but I can't wait any longer. Even if she tells me to go to hell, I just need to see for myself that she's okay.

  "Man, she was barely coherent when she got back over here last night," Evans murmurs, frowning at me. "Give her some time."

  I know he's not judging me, but fucking hell, it feels like it. The disapproval is clear in his voice and in the way he guards the door, keeping me away from her. Knowing he helped comfort my girl, that she fled to him and the girls because of me, that she talked to them and not to me, kills me. I'm in hell, and it's my own damn fault. I know that, too. But that doesn't stop me from acting like an idiot.

  "Let me in," I growl, glancing between him and Lexi. "Let me see her."

  "Jared, no," Lexi says, her tone final. "Not right now."

  "Dammit, Lexi! Don't tell me I can't see her. She's my fiancée."

  "And you lied to her!" she snaps.

  "And you're so perfect?" I demand, scowling at her. "You've never hurt her? Never lied to her? Never tried to hook up with me knowing damn well I was with her?"

  Lexi flinches, her face paling, and I instantly feel like an even bigger asshole.

  "Knock it off," Evans snaps at me. He steps closer, positioning himself between me and Lexi. And that? Him acting like I'd hurt her? That draws me up short.