Laugh Like You've Never Cried (Summer Lake 5)

by McCoy, SJ

  “I'm sure something will come up soon. You just have to keep at it, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  Oh dear. She hated it when her sister sounded like that. She was normally so upbeat. “Maybe you could come just for a visit? You can see that I'm fine, and maybe a break and a change of scenery would be just what you need?”

  “Maybe.” She didn't sound like she meant it. “I'll let you go. I hope you have a good time tonight. Just be careful though, will you?”

  “I will, Kenzie. Please don't worry about me. I'm more worried about you now.”

  “No need.” Kenzie laughed that forced laugh. “Maybe I will come see you, but for now I've got to go. Talk soon, okay?”

  “Okay. Love you, sis.”

  “Love you too. Bye.”

  Megan ended the call and sat staring at her phone, wondering what was wrong. Kenzie didn't normally sound so down, or give up so easily. She hoped Kenzie was okay, but Megan really, really didn't want to move there. She could hardly see her sister coming here though. She was right—what on earth could she do here? If it came down to it, Megan knew she would go to her. All they had in the world was each other, and that counted for more than anything else. Still, she hoped it wouldn't come to that. For now, she wasn't going to worry about it. She was going to enjoy this evening, enjoy being with Michael, and keep her fingers crossed that this was the beginning of her life here, that it wouldn't have to end anytime soon.

  She checked herself in the mirror in the hallway. She loved the way she looked! Her hair fell around her shoulders. She hadn't told Kenzie, but she was wearing one of Kenzie’s dresses—out of the box. It was short, but other than that it wasn't too risky. It had long sleeves and a high neck. Apart from her legs, she was all covered up. She knew she had great legs, so why not show them off? She knew Michael would like it. The way he'd looked at her when she was naked last night had made her feel so sexy. She wanted him to keep looking at her like that, even while she still had clothes on. She had a feeling that this dress would do the trick.

  Ollie ran past her to the front door and started his pawing and whining. She smiled. It was time to put Kenzie, and Nashville and everything else out of her mind. Time to enjoy a wonderful evening, and night, with Michael.

  She opened the door and caught her breath at the sight of him. He was so incredibly sexy! She watched the dimple on his cheek deepen as he looked her over and his smile grew. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes when his gaze met hers.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself.” She knew her voice sounded husky. She wanted to lean against the doorframe for support. Her body was heating up and her knees were ready to buckle. They were going out for dinner, but all she wanted to do was go straight upstairs, and pick up where they'd left off last night. He stepped towards her, his arms outstretched. “C'mere, Meggie.”

  She gladly leaned against him, every cell in her body aware of his arms closing around her, of the feel of him. She reached her own arms up around his neck so that she could press herself against him, pushing her breasts against his hard chest, her hips against the big, hard bulge in his pants. He crushed her to him and his mouth came down on hers. He backed her into the hallway and closed the door behind them with his foot. She was trapped between him and the wall. His hips were thrusting against hers, rubbing that big, hard bulge of his between her legs, making her moan, making her wet. She clung to him and kissed him back, stroking her fingers through his hair, giving herself up to the way he made her feel. He lifted his head and looked down at her. His breath was coming fast, his huge hands closed around her backside, holding her against him as he pressed into her.

  “We'd better get out of here, little one.”

  She shook her head. “I don't want to.”

  He held her closer. He knew what she meant, but he said nothing. He was leaving it up to her.

  She took a deep breath. She really didn't want to wait any longer. “Take me upstairs?”

  His green eyes bored into hers. “We're supposed to be going for dinner, Meggie.”

  She smiled. He didn't want to go out any more than she did. The way he was pressing into her, the way his hands were moving over her, made it obvious what he really wanted.

  “Maybe we can go out later, but I think there's something we need to do first, don't you?” She didn't know what it was about him that made her feel so safe. There was definitely something though. She felt safe enough to let him take her to bed, and safe enough to be able to tell him that was what she wanted.

  He kept one arm around her and brought his other hand up to her cheek. Sliding his fingers into her hair he cupped her head and held her in place for a kiss that left no doubt that it was what he wanted too. She clung to him as he slanted his mouth over hers, crushing her lips with his own as his tongue thrust deep. She'd never been kissed like that in her life, but she kissed him back, loving every moment, hungry now for what she knew would come next—and it certainly wasn't dinner!

  When he lifted his head and smiled down at her, her breath caught in her chest. He was so handsome! And he was about to make love to her. He caught her hand and led her up the stairs. Ollie followed them, but when they reached her bedroom Michael closed the door on him. He backed her against it and his mouth came down on hers.

  Megan was glad he was pressed so hard up against her as his tongue explored her mouth. If he weren't holding her in place, she felt as though she might melt into a puddle at his feet. Her knees were weak and her insides had turned to mush. She tightened her arms around his neck as his hand found its way underneath the hem of her dress. His fingertips caressed their way up her thigh, then found their way inside her panties. She was soaking. She moaned as he circled her with his thumb. If he wasn't careful, he was going to make her come right here. She tugged at his T-shirt, wanting to see him, wanting to feel his hard naked chest against her breasts.

  He broke away from her and removed his shirt. She reached for his zipper and took a deep breath when this time, finally, he didn't stop her. She looked up and met his gaze. His smile even now, was so encouraging.

  “Are you sure, little one?”

  She nodded. “Completely sure.”

  She unfastened him and he kicked out of his jeans, before taking the hem of her dress and pulling it up and off over her head. They stood facing each other in their underwear. She couldn't help but stare at the huge bulge in his shorts. His hands closed around her hips and he pulled her against it, for the first time she could really feel him, there was no denim in the way. He was so hot, and hard, and huge! He was kissing her again, his hands everywhere as he backed her up to the bed. She didn't know how, but by the time he laid her down, their underwear was gone. She was naked and he was looking at her, obviously liking what he saw. He made her feel so good, so sexy. She dared to look at him too. His naked chest was hard and broad. She allowed her gaze to stray down, over hard abs, a delicious looking V that led to.... oh, good grief! He was enormous. She looked up to meet his gaze. His smile was still encouraging, even as he rolled on a condom then shifted his weight on top of her. He slid his hand between her legs to touch her, slid two fingers inside her. She moaned as she tensed around him.

  “Just relax, little one.”

  She nodded and gave herself up to him. She trusted him. He removed his hand and then she could feel him pushing at her. His cock was so much hotter and harder than his fingers—so much bigger! She clung to him and bit down on his shoulder as he thrust against her. No way was he going to fit!

  He leaned his weight on one elbow and brought his hand back down between them, stroking her then holding her open so that the very end of him could push inside her. She could feel herself opening up, feel him throbbing. She met his gaze and he held her eyes with his own as he circled her nub with his thumb and oh, so slowly thrust deeper inside her. It wasn't just a thought any more, every nerve in her body really did start and end at the place where his huge cock was slowly, inevitably pushing deeper inside h
er. His thumb was still circling her, sending early warnings racing through her. She was so close and he was only just inside her. If he didn't stop touching her like that she was going to come before he got any deeper. She reached for his hand and brought it away. He shifted his weight back onto her and she gasped as he thrust his hips.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded and spread her legs wider, needing him to finish her off, to drive his huge self all the way inside her. She sank her fingers in his hair and pulled him down into a kiss. At the same time she lifted her hips to him to take him deeper.

  He slid his arms underneath her so she was surrounded by him. He lifted his head and held her eyes as he thrust again. A low growl escaped his lips. “Jesus, Meggie!” He thrust once more and she screamed his name as she stretched around him. He found his rhythm now, thrusting impossibly deeper and harder into her. She was full of him, the pressure and the pleasure building and building to a crescendo as with every stroke he filled her deeper. She wrapped her arms around his back and let him carry her away. Her body wasn't even hers anymore, it was all his and he was taking it, making it his own in every way. She felt him tense and that was all it took to send her over the edge, the first waves of her orgasm rippling through her. She screamed as he let himself go, plunging deep as he pulsated inside her.

  “Meggie!” His arms tightened around her, crushing her to him as he thrust deeper and harder. He was everywhere, inside her, all around her, filling her body and her being as she gasped through the most amazing orgasm of her life.

  She felt dazed as they lay there recovering. He was still inside her. She was almost afraid of the moment he would pull out. Even though he was spent, he was still so big. He nibbled her neck, making her cling to him as aftershocks rippled through her.

  “Damn, little one!”

  She had to giggle. “What, big one?”

  He lifted his head and smiled down at her. He had such a beautiful smile. “Not too big though, hey?”

  She shook her head.

  “In fact I'd say we're the perfect fit. You feel like you were made just for me.”

  She smiled and hugged him tight. She felt the same way.

  He must have misunderstood though. “Are you okay?”

  “I couldn't be better. That was unbelievable!” She smiled at him. “We may have to order takeout for dinner though.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “I don't think I'll be able to walk straight after that!”

  He laughed and rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. “You'll get used to it quick enough, Meggie.”

  She laughed back, “I don't know about that, but I think I'll definitely enjoy trying. It was true. She was spent, exhausted and yes, a little sore, but she wanted more—and the thought of getting used to it, of getting used to him, was making her smile.

  Chapter Twelve

  Michael sat at the kitchen table with Ollie leaning against his legs. He looked around as he waited for Megan to come downstairs. He'd told himself he wouldn't take her to bed until after they'd been out to dinner, but he hadn't been able to resist. When she'd opened the door wearing that dress, he'd known he was lost. His aching cock had already been more patient than any man should have to be. He'd wanted her since the first time he'd seen her talking to Ben. He didn't know how he'd resisted her in the back of his car on Sunday. He'd had the worst case of blue balls after he'd come over last night and made her come for him then refused to let her in his pants. Now, though, instead of feeling satisfied—he'd just come inside her, not half an hour ago—all he wanted was to get her back in bed and have her again. She was tiny, in every way. At first he'd worried it wasn't going to work, she was so small—and tight! He closed his eyes at the memory of how good she'd felt. She'd relaxed and given herself up to him, and all he wanted now was to be back deep inside her as she screamed his name again.

  She came back into the kitchen and gave him a shy smile. He didn't want her to feel shy, he wanted her to be as relaxed with him in the kitchen as she had been in the bedroom. He stood up and wrapped her in his arms. She rested her head against his chest, and he felt his heart race as she relaxed.

  “What do you want to do then?” she asked.

  He couldn't help but chuckle, now he felt safe to say it. “You, Meggie. I want to do you! Over and over and over again!”

  She smiled up at him, her cheeks pink. “I would like that.”

  “Will, Meggie, not would!”

  She laughed. Promises, promises, Doctor Morgan.”

  “Yeah. It is a promise and now you know I make good on them.”

  She snuggled in his arms. “I can't argue with that, you make very, very good!”

  “So the only question, little one, is whether you want me to make good on it now, or whether you want me take you out for some dinner first?”

  She thought about it. “I want you to make good on it again really soon, but I am going to have to eat something tonight.” She lowered her eyes then looked up at him. “I couldn't eat today, I was too nervous. And...” she hesitated.

  “And what?”

  Her cheeks were pink, but she smiled. “I wore this dress for you because I wanted you to see me again.”

  He held her at arm’s length and looked her over. The dress was amazing on her. She was completely covered up. Well, her top half and down to a few inches below her fantastic ass were covered. But her legs were on show and they were the best set of legs he'd ever seen. The way the dress clung to her showed off the best set of breasts, and the best ass too. She really did have the hottest little body.

  She laughed. “And I'm guessing you like it. Part of me wants us to go out so that I can watch you looking at me like you are right now, and I can look forward to coming home with you and what we'll do when we get here.”

  He had to smile. She might be shy, but she was also completely up front. He loved it. “And what does the other part of you want?”

  “It wants to forget dinner and forget the dress and just go straight back upstairs and carry on.”

  He laughed. “Well, I win either way. I get to look at you and make love to you. So, you tell me, which is it to be?”

  She reached her arms up around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. “I can wear the dress again another day.”

  He nodded. “You could wear it on Saturday night?” She looked puzzled.

  “I told you Ethan is staying over at Missy's. I thought Saturday might be the earliest we could do this. As it turns out it'll be the second time. Already lined up! So what do you reckon, will you come out with me on Saturday night? Torment me in that dress all night till I have to bring you home and tear it off you?”

  She nodded, her eyes were shining, seemingly aroused at the thought of him tearing her dress off.

  “It's a date then, darl'. But for now, I think we should take this back upstairs. We can always order a pizza if we get hungry later.”

  She laughed. “Either way I get to have more large sausage, right?”

  He laughed with her. “You sure do, Meggie. As much as you want.” He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist as he started walking her back to the stairs. She folded her arms over his and snuggled her back against him.

  “I think you're right, Doctor Morgan.”

  “About what?”

  “I could get used to this really quickly.”

  He leaned down and kissed her neck. “Me too.”

  In the bedroom he drew her to him. She kissed him back so hungrily. He was rock hard again. He soon had her naked and back on the bed.

  She smiled up at him. “What are you going to do with me this time?”

  He lay on his back and rolled on a condom. Her body was so perfect, he wanted to be able to watch her. “This time, it's what you're going to do to me,” he said as pulled her on top of him.

  Her eyes widened as she looked down at him and he rocked his hips. He could feel she was ready for him, so wet. She was so damned hot, she drove him n
uts—and it turned him on even more to know that he did that to her. He stroked his hands down her sides, loving the way she trembled at his touch. He was aching to be back inside her, but he wanted her to make it happen. He closed his hands around her hips and lifted her slightly. Her legs spread wide as he pushed at her. She was staring into his eyes, her breath coming fast.

  “I might need a bit of guidance.”

  She just kept staring at him.

  “Touch me, Meggie. You're going to have to put me where you want me.”

  She blushed, but he watched her little hand reach down. He closed his eyes as she closed it around him. She positioned him so he was just inside her. Then to his surprise, she tightened her grip and moved her hand up and down the length of him. He felt a low growl rumble up and escape his lips. It matched her moan as she kept pumping her hand up and down him, lowering herself onto him—way too slowly. He couldn't take the torment. He grasped her hips and thrust deep inside her, making her gasp his name. God! He loved the way she did that!

  He circled his hips, watching the pleasure on her face as he pulled her further and further down, thrusting his way deeper inside her. She was so damned tight. If she didn't get so wet for him this would be impossible.

  “Sit up, Meggie.”

  She met his gaze, her eyes glazed with pleasure and questioning.

  “Sit up, darl'.”

  She nodded and he grasped her hips as she straightened up. “Jesus, Meggie.” He drove all the way home, feeling her stretch around him, the rhythm of her hips matching his own. Her breasts were bouncing as she moved above him. He reached up and closed both hands around them, teasing her nipples. Her response was immediate, tightening around him.

  “Michael!” she gasped.

  He kept thrusting, feeling her get closer and closer, taking him with her until he lost it. He let himself go, releasing his need deep inside her, pulling her down hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him and into her. He pulled her down and teased her erect nipples with his lips making her scream and clench him even tighter, milking him for everything he had. When she finally collapsed onto his chest he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him, still rocking his hips. She was so responsive, he knew she had more to give. He felt her tighten and was surprised when another wave swept through him too, making her cling to him, gasping.