Everywhere and Every Way(50)

"Everything go okay? I'm starting to feel better."

"I had a little problem."

He quirked his brow and stared at her. "Why are you all the way over there?"

"Because I can't get too close to you. We, umm, encountered an animal."

"We have tons of deer here, baby. Nothing to worry about. You can let the dogs back in."

Morgan sighed. "Actually, it was a skunk."

His eyes widened. "You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm sorry, Cal. They wandered into the woods and I couldn't stop them  and suddenly there was this skunk that jumped out at me and it was too  late."         

     



 

Cal shook his head and stood. "Okay, that happens sometimes. I got an  outdoor shower to give them a bath. Let's make sure they don't come in  the house. It's hard to get the smell out."

"Then I'd better take a shower with them."

The knowledge dawned on him at the same time he smelled her. Cal stopped  midway, his face crumpling up to protect himself from the stench. "You  got sprayed?"

She nodded miserably. " 'Fraid so. I smell bad, Cal."

He studied her for a moment in silence. Then burst into laughter. "Poor  baby. Come on. Let's get everyone cleaned up. I think I have a few cans  of tomato juice left."

Oh, hell no.





chapter nineteen







Cal waited outside the bathroom door, listening to the sounds of the  shower. His hand closed around the knob, and he bowed his head,  thinking, considering. But there really was no other choice. He'd never  wanted Morgan Raines as badly as he wanted her right now.

They'd managed to clean up the dogs, fighting to wash the wriggling  skunk-sprayed furballs with tomato juice. Finally, after two rounds, the  stench had faded, and after an extensive drying session, they were let  back into the house. The entire process had gotten them both wet,  sweaty, and smelly, so he waited for Morgan to rinse herself off and  shampoo her hair. Once the initial wash down was done, she was safe  enough to send into his master bathroom for a steam shower, and he went  into one of the other bathrooms to cleanse himself.

Most of the hard liquor had worn off after a few glasses of water, and  though he still felt a bit woozy, he wasn't going to be sick. As he  headed into his room to bring extra towels, the full impact of the night  hit him full force.

Somehow, someway, he'd broken down some barriers with his brothers on the worst day of the year.

And for the rest of his life, some of the most painful memories would be  replaced with Morgan. The way she hunted him down at the bar. The way  she took care of him. The way she'd looked when telling him about the  skunks, and the way she laughed when they were stuck in the shower with  two smelly dogs. She'd managed to replace so many bad images with ones  that made him smile. And just like that, Cal knew his mother's  anniversary would have a whole new meaning.

He caught the low strains of off-key singing, and he didn't hesitate a second longer.

Cal opened the door and went in.

Steam curled in thick clouds, hovering in the air. He caught the outline  of her naked body through the fogged-up door, her Southern twang adding  extra zest to the popular Rob Thomas song. Cal quickly stripped off his  clothes and joined her.

Her gasp was accompanied by the instinctual raising of her arms to cover  herself. He grinned, his gaze raking over her wet curves, from her  gorgeous plump breasts peeking out from her fingers to her round hips  and soft thighs, all the way to her pretty pink-painted toes.

"What are you doing?"

He put the condom on the shelf and grabbed the bottle of liquid gel that  smelled like coconut. "Making sure you don't miss a spot." He squeezed a  dollop in his hand. "Can't have you in bed smelling of skunk."

She dropped her gaze deliberately to his heavy erection. "Why don't I believe that's your only motivation?"

He stalked over to her and pulled her hands from her breasts. Raw want  licked at his nerve endings, fogged his brain, thickened his dick.  Everything about this woman made him want to howl at the moon and mark  her as his. "You came to find me. Why?"

He soaped up her breasts, rubbing his palms in circles, dragging them  across the tight peach tips. A moan escaped her lips. She arched back  into the caress. "I was worried about you. Sydney told me what  happened."

He paused. "I'm not sure how I feel about that."

Her hands covered his. "Don't be mad at her, Cal. She was worried about  you. And I-I thought your reaction in the conference room meant you  needed some space. From me."

His brows snapped into a frown. "What the hell would give you that impression?"

Morgan bit down on her lower lip. "You seemed distant. I don't know, I  just thought maybe you were feeling pressure because we've been together  a lot, so I figured I'd back off."

Anger pumped through him. He grasped her upper arms and lifted her to  her toes. "Next time you try and jump to conclusions, ask me. I won't  lie to you, and I won't play games. And I'm far from done with you,  Morgan Raines. In fact, I just started."

His mouth slammed over hers, punishing and demanding. She thrust her  fingers in his hair and gave herself to the kiss, wildly pumping her  hips against his throbbing dick and biting down on his lower lip. He  pushed her against the slick tiled wall and lifted her right thigh high  in the air so she was open to him.         

     



 

"Tell me you'll never do that shit again," he growled. He nipped at the vulnerable curve of her neck and caught her shudder.

"I won't."

"Tell me again why you came after me tonight."

Her face reflected the truth. Her voice was a whisper of sound. "Because  I didn't want you to hurt. Because the idea of you in pain broke my  heart. Because you mean something to me."

Fierce satisfaction slammed through him. "Good. That's exactly how I  feel about you. Now I'm going to fuck you until you know I'm not going  anywhere."

He donned the condom in record time and pushed between her thighs. His  eyes rolled back in his head as her tight, wet heat clenched around his  dick in a silken vise. Keeping her legs spread and her back pinned  against the wall, he rolled his hips and took her hard with short,  violent thrusts. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers curling and her  nails sinking into his flesh, crying his name over and over in a chant  that urged him on. Faster, harder, he claimed her as his and felt the  spasms clutch her body as she fell into climax. A low, guttural moan  ripped from her throat. He swallowed it whole, fucking her mouth as  fully as her body, and captured every glorious convulsion that wracked  her.

His kiss gentled as she came down from her orgasm. He was still hard  inside her, so he lifted her up so her head slumped over his shoulder  and her legs wrapped tight around his hips. Cal carried her out of the  shower and to the bed, laying her down on the satin quilt without  breaking contact.

Her eyes drowsily opened. An ocean of blue trapped his gaze. "I thought  you couldn't have sex when you were drunk. I thought it didn't work."

God, she was adorable. He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips. "False. In  fact, you're in for a hell of a night. I have whiskey dick."

She blinked. "Sounds serious."

He nipped at her earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. "It is. Means  I can go for hours without coming. Means I intend to devour you inch by  inch and make you come so many times, you beg me to stop."

Pure lust dilated her pupils. She tightened her muscles around him and dragged out a groan. "Bring it."

And right then and there, Cal dove out of the plane in a free fall that stole his breath and pumped him full of adrenaline.

He fell in love with Morgan Raines.

With a savage groan, he took her lips and plumbed the sweet treasure  while his fingers tweaked her hard nipples. She twisted underneath him  and ran her hands over his body, stroking his ass and hips, digging her  fingers into his thighs as she asked for more of him.

Cal pulled out, ignoring her broken protests, and slid down her body.  Kissing her stomach, nibbling at her belly button, he used his thumbs to  part her swollen lips and gazed at the pretty pink folds glistening for  him. Using his tongue, he licked her, swirling just enough pressure  around her clit to bring her to the edge and keep her there. Adding two  fingers, he pumped in and out in slow strokes until she pushed up for  more, grabbing his head to force him to give her more pressure. He  chuckled and scraped his teeth against her clit, never slowing his  motions. Finally he felt her body tighten and shudder in delicious  torment. Curling his fingers, he hit her sweet spot and sucked hard on  her clit.

She came in his mouth.

Feeling like a conqueror, he drank in the very last of her climax until she collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard.

"Cal, oh, my God. Cal, I can't take any more. It's too good."

He looked up at her sweet, naked body and slowly smiled.