by C. M. Steele
“Do all your customers want a sexy lady on them?” I hear the jealousy in her voice.
“Not as many as you think. Now, don’t you have a book to read or something?”
“I have plans for the café to work on, but there’s not a lot of room for my liking.”
“Too bad the plane is crowded, or I’d sit in a different spot, princess.” I get back to my drawings of her. I hold off on the face because sketches are of her and I don’t want Jackson to see them.
Chapter 9
Morgan
We settle in after eating at the hotel because tomorrow’s a big day. First is the wedding then the fights. Crystal’s brothers both fight tonight. It’s pretty cool. I know Ewan’s excited. He’s in a different suite with Doc who appears very into Crystal’s sister. I wonder if it’s going to be more than that or he's just overly flirtatious. Sophia is beautiful. I’m glad that Mick showed her no interest besides the customary welcome.
We ready for the early morning ceremony and I selfishly hope Mick’s eyes are focused on me. And they are. The moment he sees me, they hardly ever leave. I have to look away to watch my brother marry Crystal, but every once in a while, I steal a glance. Our eyes lock each time.
As soon as it ended, I walk arm in arm with my brother who smiles down at me. “I have a feeling we’ll be attending another wedding soon.”
“You mean Doc and Sophie?” I ask, wondering if he’s going to bring up Mick.
He laughs as we head out into the main lobby area. “Yeah them too. Don’t deny you’re in love with Mick. It can’t be more obvious.”
I look over and see Mick standing by the door like a guard watching—just watching. “Nothing’s going to happen between us any time soon.”
He chuckles again. “I doubt that, but he’s a good guy, so you’ve got my blessing for what it’s worth.” Jackson kisses my forehead before leading me over to congratulate Boomer and Crystal.
“You are beautiful,” I tell Crystal hugging her close.
“Thank you. I think it’s because I’m so happy,” she squeals. I love that she loves my brother so much. They’re perfect for each other.
“And because you’re perfection, my wife,” Boomer says, kissing her on her lips before pulling me into a hug. He’s squeezing me tight while still holding onto Crystal with his other arm.
“Well, we are out of here. We’ll all meet up at the fight.”
“Actually, we’ll be far away from you all, but have fun up-close, you lucky punks,” I tell them. They’ve got ringside seats. We managed to get last minute seats, but the excellent thing is I get to sit next to Ewan.
Chapter 10
Mick
We get into the locker room area where Crystal’s brothers are getting ready. I want to protest and drag her away, but Boomer told her to come along. Internally I’m burning with rage. The guys are still in tee shirts and their training shorts. Mike winks at Morgan then smirks at me to piss me off. I used to be a fan now I hope he gets knocked the fuck out.
“Fucker, don’t flirt with my sister. She’s not for you.” Damn right she’s not. She’s mine.
“Says the guy with my sister. Now if you all would kindly get the fuck out, so we can prep that would be fucking great,” Mike scoffs, kicking us out.
I’m glad to lead Morgan out of the room when he adds, “Morgan, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
“Sorry, handsome, but you don’t want your face pounded in before the fight. These guys are crazy.” Morgan pats my chest and tilts her head toward Boomer.
“I think your brother wants to get his ass dropped. MMA fighter or not, he’s pushing it, Tigress,” Boomer says as we walk out of the locker room.
“I’m sorry, but the testosterone is raging in there. The guys get a little too cocky.”
“Whatever. Let’s just go to our seats already.” It was a pissing contest in there. I don’t know if the fuck is seriously interested in Morgan, but he knew for sure that I am and that shit’s going to get him killed.
“Enjoy the view from the rafters,” Boomer teases.
“For that, you should give us your seats.”
“Yeah, not happening. But nice try. Have fun in the nosebleeds. And Mick, make sure no fuck touches her.” I nod and escort her in the other direction where we have to head up to our seats. Doc and Sammie are meeting us up there. Doc is pissed because Sophia is with her family and there aren’t enough seats for him.
Before we make it to the main seating entrance, I stop in the hallway under a stairwell and turn her toward me. “Are you trying to drive me fucking insane?” I ask her, letting a low growl escape. I’m trying to keep my composure, but I’ve never been so jealous in my life. No one was even half naked, but those fucks are bad ass, and well they’re not much different than me.
“What? I didn’t do anything,” she lies. Her eyes give her away.
“Morgan. I know what you want and trust me…soon you’re going to regret asking for it.”
I want to kill every single man in this place. What Morgan’s got on is sexy as fuck, and everyone is noticing. She’s in a tight top that is showing her midriff every time she moves and a pair of tight jeans that hug her body. I’m growly and ready to commit murder. I’ve never hated MMA before now. Today’s that damn day. Both Crystal’s brothers have been huge stars in my eyes until they met Morgan. They smile at her then give a wink, and that’s enough for me to lose my shit. I’ll make sure that they know their place when no one was around. MMA fighters or not, I’m not losing Morgan.
It’s just me and her up in this area since the whole group got separated. I slide my hand on the small of her back, subtly letting anyone eyeing her know she’s mine. I’m at my fucking breaking point. “Mickey boy, you’re risking a lot by touching me.”
“You’re going to get fucking spanked for calling me that,” I whisper harshly in her ear. She shivers and releasing a moan while rolling her ass upward. I slide my hand onto it and squeeze. “Keep this shit up, and you’re going to be pregnant by the end of the night.”
“My body is begging for your baby,” she whispers back. I stand there with my mouth open in shock because my dick has all my brainpower at the moment. I shake myself out of the vision of her begging for my kid, only to see her head down toward the exit. As I make my way to her, I lose her for a split second in the crowd. Some fat, drunk asshole steps in my way, shouting that he could take me. He’s about to meet the ground when his friend pulls him back.
“Sorry, man. Beer balls,” his friend apologizes for the fuck. He’s lucky there’s a shit load of security because I would have dropped his ass before he got two words out.
I ignore it all because I have to find my woman. I step out into the concession area. She’s easy to spot but thank fuck Doc and Sophia are standing with her. Doc looks pissed when I get there.
“About time. Keep an eye on this one. All these fucks got eyes that need to be blackened.” His words aren’t just for me. He’s pissed because Crystal’s sister Sophia is attractive, and all the swinging dicks filled with testosterone are not fucking blind. She’s not his, though. Morgan is mine, and I will kill a motherfucker if they touch her.
“What the hell was that shit about?” I murmur angrily against her ear. I’m so ticked off and hard at the same time. My cock pulses painfully digging into my zipper. I want to toss her over my shoulder then head back to the hotel. Forget the tat shop; I’ll fucking start my own somewhere else. Morgan’s all that matters. I know it’ll cost me a lot because she’s supposed to be off-limits, but she’s mine. I don’t care anymore. I’m not waiting. She’s sexy as hell, and motherfuckers eye fuck her in my presence. That’s the proverbial last straw.
The fights seem to go on forever, but I text Boomer from Morgan’s phone. Feeling like shit. Some asshat spilled beer on me. Calling it a night. Have fun.
He messages right back. Okay. Make sure Mick walks you up. Don’t care if he misses the fight.
I’ll tell Mickey. Goodnig
ht.
“What are you doing?”
“What I should have done months ago.” I take her hand, stuffing her phone in my back pocket and lead her to our hotel. She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder. I don’t set her on her feet until we’re in the elevator. I grab her around her upper back with my fingertips skimming the edge of her breasts, then flip her so her legs are straddling my hips and her back is up against the elevator wall. I crush my mouth to hers. Morgan moans, tipping her head back as brush my lips along her pulse. The elevator pings, stopping me from going farther. I lift her away from the wall and carry her to my room.
Chapter 11
Morgan
Being with Mick is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m doing my best to stay calm. My pussy is throbbing insanely, and I can’t stop thrusting my hips forward. “Quit that, princess, or it’ll be over before we get started.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, then grind on him again. His hand comes down on my ass, making me squeak out. He sets me on my feet so that he can unlock the door with the keycard. As soon as we’re inside, he scoops me back up and rushes to the bed. I feel my back hit the bed as his lips come down on mine. He pushes his hips down, rubbing his thick cock against my core. I meet his movements, hoping to come, but he pulls his hips out of the way.
I grumble and pout, but it only makes him smile down at me. I love his eyes. They shine brightly as if he’s looking deep within me and sees his happiness.
“I love you,” I utter, losing all pretense and letting my heart speak for me.
“I’m nothing without you. I love you, Morgan.” He brushes his lips to mine, then he slides his mouth down my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse. I arch my chest and rock my body against his. His hands move lovingly along my sides, lifting my top. His thumbs brush over my breasts as he reveals my bra. I close my eyes and absorb his touch. “Open them,” he orders. I do it as my pussy clenches. His tone is harsh, demanding and when I look into his green eyes, I see a feral beast. He cups both of them and tugs down my bra. “I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make you come all night. Can you handle that, princess?” His hand snakes down between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my jeans.
“Please, Ewan. I need to come now.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and it’s all I need. I’m coming in my jeans. I cry out as my body shakes.
“Yes, and that’s just a sample. Now, I need to taste you.” His voice is deeper, huskier. I shake slightly with nervousness. Every nerve in my body electrified my soul, marking my body eternally his. Ewan tugs on my jeans after unbuttoning them. I gasp when he rips them down my body, taking my panties with them.
“Take off your bra,” he orders, after throwing my clothes on the floor. I do what he says, then watch as he takes off his shirt. “Princess, you’re sexy as hell.” He stands there with his eyes tracing every inch of my body.
Chapter 12
Mick
I have her naked, splayed across the bed for my eyes only, and I’m doing my best to contain myself. I want to possess her in every way imaginable. I’ve longed for this moment, but I have to go slow.
“I want to devour every ounce of sweetness from your pussy. Spread your thighs wider, show me it all.” I climb between her legs, my face rubbing against her mound to breathe her in. The scent of her sweet pussy is addictive. I grab her inner thighs and part them wider, holding them open. I love the way she moans as my tongue hits her sensitive clit. Fuck, she tastes incredible. She digs her hands into my hair, tugging on it as I lick her faster, thrusting my tongue into her pussy. My princess bucks her hips, then her juices coat mouth and chin as she comes for me.
“That’s it, ride my face,” I groan out as she fucks my mouth. My cock is dripping cum onto the bed. I need to be inside her and filling her with my seed. If she’s pregnant, no one can tear us apart. I want to see her swell with my baby and it’s going to happen.
I continue to eat her out, bringing her back to the edge. “I could eat your pussy all day, but I need to be in you.” I suck her breast into my mouth as I line up my cock at her soaking wet slit. I bite down, then pump my hips forward, pushing through her virgin womb.
She tightens, then freezes, nearly forcing me out of her pussy. I lean down and steal her breathy cry, kissing her passionately. “Sorry, Princess.”
“Wow, that stung like a bitch, but the feeling is better already,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around my hips.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” I promise, wrapping my lips around hers. I thrust into her, fucking every inch deep into her womb. Her pussy strokes my cock as her walls clench. I’m doing my best to hold strong and not come too soon. I want her with me. “Morgan, tell me what you need.”
“Harder,” she moans, clawing on my back. I grab her by her hair and slam my mouth onto her as I fuck her deep and fast. “Fuck, I’m coming,” she screams into my mouth. I bend down and suck on her breasts while dominating her with my thrusts. I’ve lost all control to think straight as her pussy holds on to my cock squeezing my load out of me. I roar out her name until I’ve emptied every last drop into her tiny womb. I know I’ve done some damage. She’s going to need some serious rest after this, but fuck, I’m still hard. I can feel my dick pulsing inside of her as he readies for round two.
“Um…can we do that again?” she asks shyly while she flexes her pussy around my shaft.
“Fuck yeah,” I agree vehemently, sliding in and out her tight womb. Nothing but the sounds of our flesh play in my ears. I feel every bead of sweat on our bodies as we grind together. I’m addicted, and I know it. I clasp our hands together, then lift them over her head, digging deep into her with every fucking stroke.
Her cunt is so wet that I can feel it on my balls. I want to unload every ounce of my cum into her womb. “That’s it. I can feel your pussy begging to be taken rough. Damn, you’re creaming right now. I love you so damn much. Come for me again, princess.”
I move both of her hands to one of mine, then creep my fingers down her body, skimming her hard, sensitive nipples all the way down to her mound. I press my thumb to her clit, massaging it as I take long steady strokes inside of her. My mouth comes down on her breasts, taking turns sucking on her tender flesh until she’s screaming my name. Like a call to action, I come from hearing my name.
Totally wiped out, I fall to the side of her leaving my treasured warmth. I snake my arm around her and pull her onto me. “Thank you,” I whisper.
~~~~~
It’s after two in the morning when I wake to find Morgan staring at me. She’s beautiful and everything that’s amazing. I kiss her, then get off the bed. After a quick bathroom break, I grab a little box from my duffle and sit on the bed. She’s only using a sheet to cover up her sexy, thoroughly-fucked body. I take her hand and pull her to my side.
“Ready again?” she asks, dropping the sheet. I close my eyes and take a deep breath because I have to do this before I lose my nerve.
I hold her hand, then utter, “Marry me, Morgan.” I slide my grandmother’s ring on her finger before she can say anything.
She looks down at it and her mouth parts so prettily, fucked up thoughts come into my head and my dick jerks with anticipation. “Oh my goodness. It’s beautiful, Ewan,” she exclaims.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“Duh. You slid the ring on before I got to respond. Besides, I’ve wanted to be your wife since my birthday party.” She threw her arms around me and practically tackled me onto the bed. “Maybe we can sneak down and do it before we go.”
“You were thinking the same thing I was.”
“But we don’t have a marriage license. We didn’t get one like Boomer and Crystal did.”
“You didn’t…but I did.” I got up and went through my bag. All it needed was her signature. “If you’d sign here, we can head over to the nearest chapel whenever you’re ready.
She squeals out, “Give me an hour.”
She tries to g
et up, but I halt her movements, gripping her arms, then with all seriousness, I urge, “What about your brothers?”
Her face twists with a concern. “Oh shit. They’re going to be pissed when they find out.”
“Should we wait?” I ask her. I’ll go with her lead. I’ll do anything she wants.
With a shake of her head and a scrunch of her pretty nose, she replies, “No. Unless you wanted to have your parents here.”
“No, they can’t come for another month and fuck if I’m going to wait that long. You could change your mind during that time.”
She jabs me in the chest with her pretty pink nails. “Buster, I don’t think so. You’re just using it as an excuse to marry me right away.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Nope. Let’s get to it.” She hops off the bed completely naked. I’m hard just watching her walk to the bathroom. She’s having a hard time moving smoothly, I proudly think. I grab some things to wear and stuff them into a duffle. I planned on wearing my family colors for a special occasion, and there’s nothing more special than marrying Morgan. I’ll change once we get to the chapel.
“I have to stop down in my room to change,” she calls out from the bathroom.
“Cool. I need to shower first.” I walk into the bathroom, giving her a wink and smirk. “Care to join me?”
“Yes, please.” I close the bathroom door and let the fun begin.
Chapter 13
Morgan
We sneak down to my room in the wee hours of the morning so that I can get my dress. My body aches as we make it there. I’ve got a waddle that I hope doesn’t show as I walk down the aisle. It looks like the time I learned to ride a horse on Cowboy’s ranch.
My plan is to get ready at the chapel because I don’t want him to see me in the dress until it’s time. It’ll jinx the marriage or, so they say. I don’t know if I believe that. Marriages fall apart even with all the damn secrecy. He decided to wait outside the door in case he accidentally saw the dress.
