His eyes pierced hers. “Exactly,” he said flatly. “Because I never know what I’ll be doing in an hour, much less seven.”
She rolled her eyes. “Really? Because your life is so chaotic that you can’t tell what you’ll be doing in seven hours?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
Morgan continued to stare at him as Davin leaned against the couch. For the first time, she noticed how tired he looked.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been doing, then? Because I don’t remember any of your guys wearing hooker stench.”
Davin leveled his gaze on her. “You really want to know?”
Morgan wasn’t really sure she did considering what he’d done the day before, but it was better than this limbo of being out of the loop.
Plus, she needed to know if he was sleeping around. There was no way in hell she was risking some sort of STD because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.
“Yes,” Morgan said. “I want to know.”
“I was at a strip club,” he said. “Actually, I’ve been to three tonight.”
She blinked several times. “A strip club?”
Morgan let out a long sigh. This wasn’t exactly going like she planned. All this time she’d been sitting here, worrying and thinking, and he’d been at some club letting some other woman grind herself on his lap. Her throat closed over a little the more she thought about it.
His admission was almost worse than admitting to sleeping with another woman. It meant that he had plenty of opportunities to call her, if only to lie about where he was. It was obvious that, in the end, he just didn’t give a damn.
Something snapped in Morgan. She marched over to him and swung her hand hard at his smug face. She was going to wipe the smile off his face completely. If he thought she was going to just sit around while he fucked around, he had another thing coming.
Davin caught it midair before her palm could make contact.
He held it there gently as she seethed.
“Is that what you want?” Morgan shouted. “You want to be with other women?” She pointed with her free hand. “Well, there’s the door. Be my guest.”
Davin pulled on her arm, and she fell towards him. His mouth came down hot and hard against her own.
Morgan didn’t want to kiss him. Her mind told her to knee him right between the legs, but her body was more concerned with doing other things.
After a moment, he pulled back.
“No,” he whispered. “I don’t want to be with other women, and I don’t want to leave.”
A tear leaked down her cheek. “I don’t understand. Why were you at strip clubs?”
Davin sighed and put a little distance between their bodies. “I was looking for information,” he said. “The Russians are getting bolder with their moves around here. This town is going to hell, and if we don’t do something soon, it will be too late.”
Morgan had seen the news and knew he was right. Drugs were a growing problem as well as businesses being destroyed by local thugs.
“But what do you care? You don’t even live here.”
Davin shrugged. “My cousin hired me and my men,” he said, then stared directly at her again. “And I have people I want to protect here.”
She wasn’t even sure what to make of that. How was she supposed to be angry when he said things like that?
“You’re an idiot,” she said.
Davin frowned. “What?”
Morgan stepped and stared at his handsome face. “Next time just text, jerk.”
He shook his head. “I’m not good at that stuff.”
She leaned in a little. “So you get better,” she said. “Somehow I think you’ll be a fast learner.”
Chapter Fifteen
Davin closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth hungry against hers, with a desperate need to fill the hole that being without her had caused.
He was supposed to end it tonight. To walk away. He’d even managed to combine with recon with a plausible excuse for her to kick him to the curb.
But he didn’t have the strength to leave. To give her up.
For too long he’d been running from his feelings for Morgan. Trying to push himself farther and farther away, but it hadn’t done any good.
Davin needed her. It was clear she didn’t need him, but God help him, he needed her. She was his little angel, keeping him on the right path. She always had been.
Morgan made him a better man.
It all started back when he first met her. He was nothing more than a piece of shit doing the bidding of the men in charge. As time went on, he got better at his job, but he hated it. Being told what to do. Never having a choice in how things went down.
He wanted something different.
None of that was clear to him until just now. He wasn’t just making a new way; he was creating a path for a different life.
Much like his cousin, Davin wanted to both be himself but have a life with a good woman. Maybe if they cleaned things up around there, they would be able to have that.
All of them.
A renewed hunger burned in him. Something he’d never dared hope before now seemed all too possible: a life with Morgan.
His hand came roughly against the back of her neck as he tilted her head to the side to allow more access to her mouth. Davin didn’t want to just kiss her but devour her whole. Every last inch.
When he pulled away, they were both panting hard.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunted. His cock was already rock hard as he unzipped his pants.
Morgan stared at him with open-mouthed surprise. Her lips were bright red from his kiss.
For a moment, he wondered if he was going too fast when she yanked down the yoga pants she was wearing and tossed off her shirt.
With Morgan naked before him, Davin paused to stare at the amazing woman.
She was beautiful, her soft creamy skin supple in all the right areas. Her pert pink nipples were just begging for his mouth.
Davin grunted as his cock bobbed up and down painfully aching for her sweet warmth.
He kicked off his pants and tossed his shirt over his head. He took several steps forward and watched as she stepped back. Her gaze darted over his face.
Morgan stopped when her ass bumped into the couch. Davin moved in quickly, pressing his firm body into her softer one.
He reached down between them and rubbed her slit. Warm liquid coated his head. Davin groaned. Despite his need, he worried that maybe he was being too aggressive with her, but maybe she liked it that way.
A smirk played on his face as he stared at her, his fingers stroking her core.
“You want it fast and hard, don’t you?”
Morgan closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she panted.
Davin leaned his mouth to her ear, making sure his lips brushed the lobe. “Say it.”
Her body shivered at his gruff words.
Morgan brought her head back to stare into his eyes. “I want it fast and hard.”
A blush spread across her face as she spoke, but her words were clear.
This time it was Davin that groaned. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “You’re killing me.”
A soft hand reached between them and grasped his aching cock. Morgan ran her finger over the tip, rubbing in the bit of cum that had beaded at the top.
Her fingers were slim and small against him, and watching her move over him only turned him on more.
With one quick movement, Davin dropped his hand from her pussy and twirled her around until she was bent over the back of the couch.
He could hear her gasp and back arch when his fingers found her center again, this time slipping deep inside her.
Davin leaned over her back, his mouth against her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you hard this way,” he whispered. “Push in so deep that I can’t even see my cock.”
Her insides quivered around his fingers. “Yes.”
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nbsp; He swallowed hard. If he wasn’t careful, he might just come before he’d even entered her.
Davin brought his fingers out and stared at the way they glistened. Not able to wait anymore, he ran those fingers over his cock, coating himself with her juices.
He placed the head at her opening and watched as she turned to stare at him. It was more than he could stand. With one thrust, he was rooted deep inside her.
Davin looked down where they were joined and liked seeing her firm little ass nestled against his hips, his cock fully inside of her.
Morgan squeezed inside, massaging his cock as she adjusted to his girth.
He gripped her hips and pulled out a bit before slamming back inside her.
“More,” she groaned.
Lord, she was going to be the death of him.
Davin moved inside her now, pumping his hips as fast and hard as he could, trying to keep up with the wild woman. Her own hips now desperately met his with each thrust.
Morgan grunted as she slammed him into her. “More,” she moaned again.
Davin could feel his cock swell and knew he was close now. She was driving him over the edge.
He reached down between them and wormed two fingers around his cock inside her. She gasped and threw her hips back hard.
When he pulled them out, he circled the sweet pucker of her ass with one finger.
Morgan stopped moving her hips and turned to stare back at him. “What are you—”
He didn’t give her time to think about it before he slid just the tip of one finger into the hole.
Her insides tightened around his growing cock. “Holy shit,” she whispered.
Davin raised a brow. “You like it?”
Morgan nodded. With his finger still in her ass, he pumped his hips inside her. Her muscles still worked around him.
Each movement he pushed in just a little farther, fucking her ass as he fucked her pussy.
Morgan moaned now, her orgasm near its crest.
In one quick movement, he pressed his finger all the way in and thrust his cock hard into her.
He felt her insides flutter around him as he hammered into her now, fucking her with everything he had, helping her push the climax to the very limits.
When he felt the second wave start, it was when he found his own release. He pressed hard inside her until his cock bumped against her cervix as it pulsed against his head, suctioning out his spurting seed.
They stayed that way for what seemed like ages. When he finally pulled out, his thighs shook with relief.
“Well,” Morgan sighed. “That was…”
Davin took in deep breaths and nodded.
He knew what she meant. It was more than just sex. They had connected, creating something magical and perfect.
Morgan moved with shaky legs back to her bedroom and stopped just at the door to look at him.
“You coming to bed?” she asked.
The words were simple, but it seemed like the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. This could be his life with Morgan. This is what they could have.
He nodded. “Definitely.”
Chapter Sixteen
Morgan rolled off Davin hot and sweaty but totally satisfied. Her insides still shivering from the orgasm he’d just given her first thing in the morning, almost before they were both fully awake. His appetite for her just amazed her. Over and over again, he brought her over the cliff of ecstasy.
She rolled over to shyly smile at him and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he recovered from his own orgasm.
He peeked at her from the corner of his eye. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to have to get dirty with you.”
There was just something about the way he talked to her that made her insides go crazy.
Morgan moved over to where he lay and placed her head against his heart. The steady thump under her ear was magical in so many ways.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
Davin wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, his fingers dancing over her bare back.
“Well, in about ten minutes, I’m going to take you in the shower, place your hands against the wall, and fuck you hard from behind.”
She shivered, her body already responding to the idea of him entering her hard from behind again.
Morgan might have had sex before, but sex with Davin was like nothing else she’d ever known. It was fierce and exciting.
Even now she blushed a little thinking of how he’d pressed into a space that no one else had ever been and just how good the pressure of it had felt. Or that maybe she wanted him to go a little farther with it.
She tilted her head a little and stared into his clear green eyes. He smirked a little, and wondered if maybe he could tell exactly what she was thinking.
“Not that,” she said softly. “I mean us.”
It had been weaving its way into her thoughts since the first night they were together. And then yesterday morning, she had been surer when he’s said they would give it a shot. But now, the possibility tasted real.
“You’re mine,” Davin said firmly.
Morgan snorted a little, not at all surprised by the caveman approach.
“So what does that mean exactly? You’re going to club me over the head and drag me back to your cave?”
Davin got a little twinkle in his eye before rolling over on top of her. His erection now lay heavily between her legs.
“Might be some hair pulling and clubbing,” he said, “but not the sort you’re getting at.”
Just to emphasize the point, Davin pressed his thick head between her folds, pressing himself just inside.
Morgan hissed a little as he did so, partially wanting him to root himself fully inside, partially wanting the question answered.
“But as far as us,” he said, and swept a hand over her cheek. “I only want you. Always.”
Her heart fluttered at his words. The very thing she’d been longing to hear for so long.
Morgan tilted her head up and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her tongue roved his mouth eagerly.
Davin moved a little. His head remained inside her, teasing her with the temptation of more.
She pressed a hand hard against his chest when he moved a little. “I believe I was promised hard fucking in the shower.”
A wide grin spread over Davin’s face. “Oh, you’re in for it now,” he said, pulling away from her.
Morgan squealed and tried to get away, but Davin was too strong and too fast. He was on her before she’d even placed one foot on the floor.
With ease he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, her ass high in the air. Morgan struggled to get away but stopped when a firm slap landed on one cheek.
She could feel her insides quiver a little.
“Be a good girl.” She could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke.
“Oh, I plan on being a good girl,” she mumbled. “I plan on being very good.”
Davin let out a little groan, and she relished the sound of it as he carried her into the bathroom, hoping for a repeat of the night before.
Chapter Seventeen
“You don’t knock that shit off you’re going to run off all the help we have today,” Torin said, and frowned at Davin.
He couldn’t stop the broad smile on his face, and he was fairly sure it was creeping out most of the men he was working with that day.
It wasn’t often that his men saw him so happy.
He shook his head. “Don’t think I could if I wanted to.” He beamed.
Davin surveyed the group of men that they had been able to gather to help secure the perimeter. Just another hour, and they would have the whole place locked down, and ready for whatever happened after tonight.
“Well, you had better try,” Torin whispered. “Lots of the guys are talking right now.”
Davin turned, and for the first time, the smile slipped from his face. “If anyone has anything to say, they can say it to my fucking face,” he
said, loud enough so anyone nearby could hear. “I’m not my cousin.”
Several of the men moved a little faster on the wire they were laying. He knew what they were thinking, likely the same thing he thought when his cousin let some of the men go with Ennis: that he’d gone soft.
“Think that was wise?” Torin whispered.
Davin shrugged and grinned back at his second. Always worried about the next step.
“I think they know where they stand with me, and that’s all they need to know.”
Torin sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “So is this happening?”
Davin gave a firm nod. “I’m done running. Couldn’t if I wanted. She’s mine, and that’s all that matters.”
Torin stared at him for a moment and shook his head with a little laugh. “Of course you’d do this right when we’ve got a shit storm headed our way.”
Davin grinned. “When isn’t there a shit storm headed our way?”
Torin laughed. “Good point.”
Davin glanced at his watch. Another four hours, and Morgan would be closing up. He’d told her he’d be late tonight, but maybe he’d be able to stop by before then. Maybe get in a little afternoon snack so to speak.
He just couldn’t get enough of those moans or how she responded to just the slightest touch. Morgan was a spitfire, and nothing turned him on more.
“Christ,” Torin groaned. “I don’t even want to know what the fuck you’re thinking right now. I’m going back to work.”
Davin smirked. “Oh, you sure don’t.”
* * *
Morgan lingered on the book she was shelving. The hot abs from the model on the cover stared back at her.
“Davin’s are better,” she whispered, and giggled.
Giddy. She was a giddy school girl thanks to him. It was all she’d been able to think about all day. Just how amazing they were together.
Morgan shifted her hips to place the book on the shelf and was met with a sweet sort of ache as she did, the sort of ache that only good hard sex brought about.
She blushed a little. She still couldn’t get over how much she loved being with him, the dirty talk, and the rough way he took her.
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