She sucked in a breath of air when I shoved into her again, my hips thrusting so quickly this almost felt like a punishment fuck. Almost.
I’d craved this, pushed it aside for far too long while I focused on the game and my future. But this, right here, was where I came the most alive. Buried inside Morgan was the only place I ever needed to be.
“Oh God, Hawk. Hawk!” she sang, pussy quivering around me as another orgasm barreled through her body.
“God, yes, baby girl. So responsive. Daddy missed that about you.” I sucked at her lips, swallowing her sighs, consuming her whole. “Tell me no one else has done what I do to you. Has made you feel how this fat cock makes you feel,” I ordered, my cock pulsing harder, angrier, closer to the edge.
“No!” she whispered, breathless. “No, no, no one,” she cried, chest still heaving with ragged pants.
I covered her pert nipple with my lips, sucking it into my mouth as I ground my hips against her, bottoming out, filling her up, giving her every long, hard inch of me. I wanted her claimed. I wanted to coat her with my come and send her off down the street, a warning to any man to stay ten feet away. I’d yank the eyeballs from any man who so much as looked at her the wrong way. Morgan brought out every protective instinct in me, a drive that only came out with her.
“Good. Makes me happy to know this is still mine.” I pulled my cock from her hot body, jerking my dick until long, hot streams of come splashed across her creamy abdomen. I stood over her, marking her, leaving my brand, the orgasm chasing through me the most powerful I’d ever felt.
“You dirty girl, look how hungry your pretty pink pussy is.” I slipped my hands through her hot folds, then slid our juice across her creamy skin. Around her navel, up her stomach, and over her gorgeous, heavy tits. “You like exposing yourself to me? Showing me that hard little clit. God, I love your pussy so much. Daddy’s property.”
Her eyes held mine for long, quiet beats before she made to roll out of bed.
“No fucking way you’re leaving yet.” I caught her wrist.
“I have to. I’m sorry,” she said softly. I cursed the dark shadows in my room, hiding her from my greedy eyes.
“Okay, I’ll walk you.” I hopped out of bed, handing her the clothing I’d torn off her as we’d tumbled through the apartment.
“I'm okay.” She took her bra from me. “Really.” She slid her panties up her thighs.
“Wish I could kidnap you, baby girl.” I meant it. I meant those words more than I’d ever meant anything. I meant it then, and I sure as hell meant it now.
“I don’t need saving, Hawk. I know that’s always been your thing, but I’ve done perfectly fine on my own.”
“I can tell,” I huffed before I could catch myself.
“What does that mean?” She turned on me, hand on her hip, the silver light of the moon sliding across her body. I hated that she was getting dressed, not undressing and falling into my bed all over again. This reunion was ending far too soon. I hadn’t wasted half a decade for thirty minutes.
“It means I can help you. I can be there—for both of you.”
Her eyes hardened. “I don’t need that.”
She pulled her skirt up her legs, then shoved on her shirt. Her apron was stuffed into the back pocket of her skirt a moment later, and then she was hustling out the door like she couldn’t leave fast enough.
“Morgan!” I called, pulling my own shirt over my head and following her out.
I reached for her hand when I caught up, but she kept walking.
“I mean it. I don’t need your help, Hawk. I don’t need anything from you. Not a goddamn thing.” She broke out of my grasp and continued walking down the sidewalk.
“Dammit, Morgan, we have to talk!”
“Oh, that's rich coming from you,” she spat, yanking out of my hold again and turning down a side street.
“Jesus, I'm going to need to start training every day again if I’m going to keep up with you.”
Her hand thrust behind her, middle finger in the air, long hair flowing in a curtain around her. A hint of that sarcastic smile I loved so much darted across her lips before she schooled her expression again.
She was still the girl I knew, the girl I loved.
“First, you steal Gram’s mac and cheese recipe, then you flip me the bird? On fire, aren't ya?” I shot back. “Christ, Morgan, just give me a minute.” I finally caught her.
“I gave you a lot just now, and still, you managed to insult me.” She shook her head, jaw clenching and unclenching.
“Fuck, you're right.” I pushed a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry. I’ve been driving myself insane…” I looked up at the stars sprinkled in the inky sky, one thought chugging through my brain on repeat. “I was a fucking dumbass not to think of it the moment I saw you…and her… Morgan.” I caught her gaze, voice lowering another octave as emotion clogged my throat. “Is she mine?”