Hell Yeah!: Until There Was You (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Ciana Stone

  “Uh, yeah. Kind of in a daze. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to people like me every day you know.”

  Morgan smiled, then his face grew serious. “I meant what I said, Lola. I need you with me.”

  “Then I will be,” she promised. “For as long as you need me.”

  Morgan smiled gratefully and pulled her into his arms. For the first time since he had been a child, he felt he could escape the voices, defeat the demons.

  As long as she was with him, he was safe.

  Chapter Six

  Lola was packed and ready when Morgan arrived at her house. Aside from one suitcase of personal belongings, she had only her laptop, external hard drive and graphics tablet to take with her. The laptop, hard drive and graphics table were packed into an aluminum case.

  “This is it?” Morgan asked when she showed him her luggage. “Most women pack more than this for a weekend.”

  “I’m not exactly the world’s biggest material girl,” she replied, then looked at him anxiously.

  “What?” he asked.

  “My clothes. Morgan, I don’t really have what you’d call professional outfits. Or even dressy stuff. Mostly just jeans, T-shirts and a few dresses and skirts that are sort of…alternative?”

  “Don’t worry,” he said with an assuring smile. “If you need something other than what you have, we’ll get it.”

  “No!” She paused, then embarrassed by her outburst. “Sorry, it’s just that…well, I can’t afford it.”

  “Yes you can. Dan has agreed to pay you as my assistant. And the job pays forty-eight hundred a month plus expenses.”

  Lola nearly fainted. “Forty-eight hundred a month?”

  “Not enough? I can see if he can go high—”

  “No. No!” She interrupted with a laugh. “I’ve never made that much money in my life!”

  Morgan laughed and grabbed the laptop case with one hand and the suitcase with the other. “Stick with me, kid,” he drawled in a fair imitation of Humphrey Bogart. “This is just the beginning.”

  Lola grinned and followed him. Giving one last look around, she locked and closed the door, hoping the chapter that was about to begin proved to be positive.

  They made it to the airport in ample time. Once aboard the luxurious private jet, provided for them by one of the party’s campaign supporters, they settled into deeply padded seats and were instructed to buckle up for takeoff. It was only a couple of hours flight to Washington, where they would be based for the next year.

  An attendant appeared once they reached cruising altitude to offer champagne and caviar and let them know they would be landing in less than half an hour. Lola gladly accepted the champagne, but passed on the caviar.

  “Not a fan?” Morgan asked as he also declined.

  “Ugh, no.” Lola shuddered and sipped from the champagne. The flight attendant left them alone. Their eyes met and suddenly the cabin was charged with energy spiking between them.

  For nearly two hours, they tried to make small talk, speculating on the job at hand or where they would be staying. But the conversation faltered. Their eyes met and held.

  Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric of her top. Morgan’s eyes moved to her chest, and lingered before meeting hers again. “This is going to kill me,” he said gruffly, setting his glass aside. “Lola, I need you.”

  Her skin tingled at his words and burned when he got up, lifted her from her seat and then sat back down with her on his lap. His hand cupped her breast, the thumb stroking slowly over her nipple.

  She initiated the kiss, at first gentle and slow, tongues touching, caressing. It took only moments for the kiss to deepen to one of urgency and demand. She repositioned herself on his lap, straddling him. One hand worked to his groin, feeling for the hardness straining against the fabric of his slacks.

  Lola forgot about the attendant in the adjacent cabin. All that existed was Morgan. Her lips worked to his jaw, kissing, nipping, and then trailed lower, the tip of her tongue sliding down his neck as she felt him through his pants, rhythmically squeezing.

  “Jesus,” he groaned, pressing into her hand. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to make me come.”

  “Hmmmm,” she murmured against his neck.

  “Lola,” he moaned as she squeezed harder.

  “Morgan,” she breathed in his ear, exulting in the desire her touch evoked in him.

  “Lola,” his voice took on a more urgent tone.“Mr. Sands?” A voice behind them had them both bolting up straight like kids caught raiding the cookie jar.

  “Excuse me, sir.” The attendant kept her eyes averted. “But it’s time to buckle up. We’ll be landing shortly.”

  Embarrassed to have been caught in an intimate moment, Lola quickly climbed off Morgan and claimed the vacant seat. Once they both were buckled in, the attendant left. They cut their eyes to one another. Lola tried not to grin, but the wide smile on Morgan’s face elicited a giggle.

  He laughed along with her and held out his hand. Feeling the happiest she’d ever been in her life, she clasped his hand in hers.

  * * * * *

  Lola was nearly bug-eyed with excitement as Morgan unlocked the door to a top-floor apartment of the Newseum Residences in the Capital City. Located on Pennsylvania Avenue, in the Penn Quarter neighborhood, it was only minutes from the White House and Smithsonian Museums on the Mall.

  “Oh my!” she gasped as he stood aside for her to enter. It was the most luxurious place she’d ever seen aside from Eulalia’s castle. She turned to find Morgan grinning at her. “You can’t tell me you’re not excited,” she exclaimed, spreading her arms in gesture to the surroundings.

  “Oh, I’m excited,” he replied in a tone that had a shiver racing down her spine and a tingling set up residence in her sex.

  All thought fled when he took her into his arms and claimed her lips. All that existed was him. The feel of his body pressed against hers, the taste of him, and his tongue filling her mouth, his hands roaming down her back to cup her ass and press her firmly against his erection.

  Something sprang to life inside her. An assertiveness she’d not previously known. She wanted him, wanted to explore his body. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt and then ran her hand over his warm skin, feeling the play of muscle beneath, the ripple of his abs as her hands moved lower.

  Lola ended the kiss as she lowered his pants and pushed his underwear down. His erection sprang free, bobbing with excitement. Slowly, she started a trek down his body, her lips and tongue working slowly toward their destination.

  She knelt in front of him, feeling his hands tangle in her hair as she took his hard shaft in her hands. She ran her tongue around the spongy head, probing the tiny opening. Pre-cum gave him a salty flavor. She licked at the tiny droplets, using her tongue to smooth the lubricant over the engorged head.

  Morgan’s grip on her hair tightened as her tongue slid down the length of his erection and back up. The low groan he uttered when she took him into her mouth had her insides fluttering with excitement and desire. Knowing that she was giving him pleasure was exciting, intoxicating. She wanted to take him higher, give him more.

  Several times she felt his testicles tighten, felt the vibration that coursed through him. Each time she slowed, pulling back to circle the head with her tongue, prolonging the pleasure.

  “Christ, Lola,” he breathed when she took as much of him as she could. His hands gripped her hair tighter, guiding her movements, his pelvis rocking, stroking into the wet warmth of her mouth.

  “No.” He gently but forcefully pushed her away as the impending wave began to vibrate through his body. “Not yet.”

  He stripped her, taking his time, kissing and suckling her breasts until her nipples ached and she was begging him to get inside her. His own release was second to his desire to brand her, make her his. Give her what no other man could.

  His lips captured hers, and he tasted himself on her tongue. Slowly he ended the kiss, his mouth tr
aveling down her neck, nipping at the tender skin, tasting then moving lower, once more capturing a sensitive nipple As his tongue flicked over the taut nub, his hand moved lower, over her mound, his fingers sliding between the wet folds.

  She jolted and gasped when his finger raked her hard clit. Morgan wrapped one arm behind her, bowing her back to tease her nipple, his tongue circling and flicking before sucking it into his mouth.

  Her breath came faster as his fingers worked over her clit, stroking and pinching. “Ahhh,” she gasped, her belly rippling with impending release.

  Morgan eased her back onto the deep carpet, spreading her legs to kneel between them. She watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he spread her wide, then bent to run his tongue between the swollen lips.

  Lola pressed against his mouth. Morgan raised his head long enough to see her hands move to her breasts, thumbing the reddened nipples, her head arched back and chest rising and falling more rapidly as the pleasure intensified.

  It was the most sexually alluring sight he’d ever witnessed. She was feminine sensuality personified. His need to pleasure her magnified. He wanted to hear her scream his name in ecstasy, know that it was him she wanted, needed.

  With his eyes glued to her, watching as she pleasured herself, he reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Less that a minute later, his hands were reaching for her again.

  His finger probed the entrance of her sex, circling the wet silken flesh then pushing inside the warmth. Another finger joined in, feeling the heat of her wet walls, searching for that secret spot. Her body tensed in answer when he found it. Her hips rocked in time to the stroking of his hand, his fingers penetrating her.

  Lola gasped, moving faster against his fingers. He felt the vibration that raced through her and stroked faster.

  “Oh…god…Morgan!” She panted a moment before her body tensed in climax.

  Before her orgasm could end, he straightened and guided the head of his erection against her wet opening. She pushed against him, taking him inside her, her tight sex yielding to him.

  He nearly came before he was fully seated inside her. Morgan ran his hands up her luscious body, gently squeezing her swollen nipple. She smiled and took his hand and sucked one finger then two into her mouth. The sight of her sucking the juice from her sex off his fingers gave him a thrill that threatened his tenuous control.

  “Hmmm,” she murmured, freeing his fingers and moving his hand back to her breast.

  He began to stroke, slow and steady, straining to keep the impending orgasm at bay. Lola’s pussy pulsed on him, tightening then releasing. Her hips rose and fell, meeting each thrust, keeping the rhythm steady and slow.

  Both of them were breathing harder, trying to hold back. “I can’t,” Lola gasped and stretched her arms back behind her head, arching her body up. “Please.”

  The effect of her words and the sight of her submissively offering herself was more than he could resist. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, impaling her on the full length of him and eliciting a soft cry in reward. He could feel her muscles tighten around him, felt the vibrations begin.

  He lowered himself down, propped on one elbow, his free hand pinning hers to the floor as he thrust more urgently, more forcefully.

  “Now,” she moaned a moment before her body began to quake in orgasm. That ended his control. With two hard thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and gave in.

  An orgasm claimed him that had his own body stiffening in ecstasy. When at last the wave had passed, he collapsed onto her chest. For several minutes, there was only the sound of their breaths, their hearts pounding against one another, sweat-slicked skin gradually cooling.

  Morgan rolled off her, pulling her with him to cradle her to his side. Lola reached up to stroke the side of his face and he turned to look at her. The depth of emotion he saw shining in her eyes was as breathtaking as the orgasm he’d just experienced.

  “Lola,” he whispered, coveringr her hand with his. “My Lola.”

  She smiled and closed her eyes. A few moments later, with a smile on his face, sleep claimed him.

  Chapter Seven

  In all her life, Lola had never woken with such a sense of completeness, such happiness. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Morgan smiling at her.

  “Good morning,” he said and raised her hand from his chest to kiss the palm.

  “Hmmm, it certainly is,” she said with a smile.

  They’d been in Washington for over three months, and in that time had flown all over the country, covering the campaigns. Morgan took scores of photos. The shots ranged from those of the candidate in crowds, on stage or even in private moments away from the media. She’d viewed every photo, poring over them in detail, searching for the most meaningful.

  They’d become a team. Now she was his extra set of eyes, pointing out opportunities that presented themselves for candid shots. It was as if they were of one mind when they worked.

  And in the time they weren’t working, they were discovering a depth of passion neither of them thought possible. More than sexual, their bond was one of deep emotion and understanding.

  Lola had told Morgan all there was to know about her life. Except Eulalia. She had not been able to bring herself to reveal that bit of knowledge. How could she tell him she was on a mission to save him? Save him from what? Thus far, she’d seen no threat, been given no warnings from the Sight of any danger to him. Could Eulalia have been wrong?

  She didn’t know and didn’t really want to think about it. She was too happy. At long last, she was in love.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said softly.

  “Just wishing we didn’t have to cover the rally today,” she said wistfully, shoving aside contemplations of her mission and doubts as to its veracity.

  “And what would you rather do?” he asked, propping up on one elbow and lifting the sheet to peer at her naked body.

  She laughed and captured his face in her hands to kiss him lightly. “Have you any idea how…addictive you are, Morgan Sands?”

  “Have you?” he asked in reply.

  She shook her head with a smile and he rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands above her head. “I feel like a kid. I can’t get enough of you, Lola. I don’t know that I ever will.”

  Her smile diminished. In their time together, no words of love had been spoken. She was certain she loved him, but he’d made no declarations and she hadn’t tried to elicit any.

  “You don’t have to say that,” she replied softly. “I don’t expect anything from you, Morgan.”

  “I know. You give without reservation and ask for nothing in return. And I find myself wanting to do the same. Lola, I want to give you the world. Make every day something special for you. Give back what you bring to my life.”

  “And just what is that?”

  “Love. I feel your love. Like a tangible force that surrounds me, keeping the demons at bay, protecting me, allowing me to breathe and feel whole. You inspire me Like my own guardian angel and divine muse rolled up into one beautiful package. I love you, Lola.”

  She was stunned by his words. It was more than she’d ever hoped for. “Oh, Morgan. I love you. More than I can ever say.”

  Tears sprang from her eyes. Tears of joy and tears of guilt. How could she profess love to him and not tell him all of the truth?

  “Hey!” He gathered her in his arms. “A man professing undying love is supposed to be a happy occasion.”

  “And it is,” she assured him. “But you know me. Miss Waterworks.”

  He chuckled and kissed her. “Well, you are the only person I know who can cry over a commercial.”

  She laughed and pushed at him. “It was touching!”

  “If you say so.” He rolled away as she snatched a pillow and went to hit him with it. “Sorry, baby, but fun and games will have to wait. The car will be here in less than an hour so we better get a move on.”

  “Y
es, sir!” She gave him a jaunty salute and hopped out of the bed. “Last one to the shower is a rotten egg.”

  Giggling and laughing, they raced for the bathroom.

  * * * * *

  Later that afternoon, they stood among a crowd of thousands outside the Capitol Building, waiting on the appearance of one of the politicians seeking the Republican nomination, and the first female many believed to have a chance at not just winning the nomination, but the election.

  They were due to meet with her in private after the rally, something that had Lola on pins and needles. “You sure I look okay?” she asked for the tenth time.

  Morgan smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “You look incredible. Good enough to eat.”

  She laughed and pushed him playfully. “I’m not talking about that kind of okay. You sure this suit looks right on me? I feel kind of like a kid dressed up in her mama’s Sunday-go-to-meeting outfit.”

  “You look wonderful, Lola. Trust me,” he replied and handed her one of his cameras. “Here, I think it’s time you started taking some of your own shots.”

  “Oh no.” She waved her hands on front of her. “I don’t know the first thing about photography.”

  “Come on,” he encouraged. “I already have it set. Just look through the viewfinder and if you see something good, tell me and I’ll shoot it too. This will give you a better view.”

  “Okay, but just as a scout,” she replied and accepted the camera.

  A roar from the crowd signaled the candidate had arrived. From their vantage point near the stage, they had an unimpeded view of her, and could easily turn and get shots of the crowd.

  While Morgan fired away at the candidate, Lola busied herself with scanning the crowd, snapping a few shots of people, noticing the expressions of excitement on many of the faces.

  She got a bit bored as the candidate launched into her speech, and let the camera drift to the surrounding area. Suddenly, her heart leapt into her throat. “Morgan!” she hissed and bumped him with her hip.