Twenty-Three

Morgan

“What a night.”

Patrick took my hand in his as we stepped through the doorway into his house. “You can say that again.”

“I cannot believe that all happened.”

“It was certainly unexpected.”

“I know that we hadn’t talked about telling them again.”

“I know. I would have liked to have waited a little longer, but I knew we couldn’t wait forever. You’re not the kind of woman who deserves to be hidden. You’re not my dirty little secret.”

“No, I’m your Wright secret.”

He laughed. “Well, now, you’re just my Wright.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You know what I regret the most?”

I shook my head and looked up at him with curious, round eyes.

“That Austin interrupted our dance.”

“Seriously?” I asked with a laugh. “We didn’t even have music.”

“I don’t need music to dance with you.”

“I’m not a great dancer.”

“You’re perfect,” he assured me as he took my hand and started to sway me around his living room.

We got swept away into our little dance. My hands around his neck. His hands sliding down my hips. I leaned forward into his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

We’d survived. I couldn’t believe that we were here right now. And I wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

“I feel like I’m still riding the adrenaline of the evening,” I told him. I untucked his shirt from his pants and slid my hands up his chest.

“Right?”

“I was terrified that you’d bail after Austin’s reaction.”

“The thought never even crossed my mind.”

I started at the top of his shirt and undid the buttons all the way to the bottom. He stripped off his shirt as I moved to his belt buckle.

“I know you’ve never done relationships before.”

“Morgan,” he said, snatching at my hands, “you are not like anyone else.”

“Obviously, I know that,” I said with a smirk.

“Of course you do. That’s what I like about you. I didn’t know that I wanted a relationship before you. I didn’t want a relationship before you. You’ve changed everything.”

“But…why?”

“The girls I dated before you weren’t relationship material. I never thought I’d even be interested in a woman who was. But, when you opened my eyes, it was like a lightbulb.”

I laughed breathily. “So, any woman who is relationship material would have done?”

“You know that’s not true. It’s just you. You’re it for me.”

A light switched in that moment. One second, we were dancing around the living room to music only the two of us could hear, and the next, Patrick was grabbing the backs of my legs and wrapping them around his waist. His hands crawled across my body. His lips crushed against mine. We couldn’t seem to get close enough. It was as if something had snapped.

All that pent-up energy of not knowing when we’d tell people and then the stress when everyone found out. Suddenly, there was nothing left between us. No one keeping us apart. No more barriers.

The tension broke like a tidal wave.

We barreled toward his bedroom. My shoulder bounced into the wall, and I only broke apart long enough to laugh. It’d probably hurt later, but right now, who the fuck cared?

He backed into the room, kicking the door all the way open with his heel. We stumbled over something in the middle of the room. I laughed and dropped out of his arms. Then, I pushed him backward into the door, slamming it shut with a force.

“Fuck,” he said at my aggression.

“Claim me,” I breathed.

I was aching for him in all the best possible ways. There were no inhibitions left between us. We stood before each other, stripped bare to our souls. He could see the desire and lust and…more in my eyes. The things I couldn’t say yet. But they were written clear as day through the windows into my heart.

He grabbed my shoulders and whirled me around, so my back hit the wall. His hand found my underwear, yanking it to the ground. I kicked off my heels, dipping me the several extra inches they had given me. But he didn’t seem to care.

He dropped his pants and pulled out his dick, which was already hard me. Hoisting my leg around his waist, he pressed himself up against me. The tip was poised and ready against the opening to my pussy. I could feel him there, and I nearly screamed with want as he paused.

I teased his dick by making little circles. He slammed his fist into the wall and groaned my name. It was hot as fuck.

But I didn’t have to tell him twice. He grabbed my ass in his hands and thrust up into me. My head whipped back into the wall. My hands dug into his shoulders.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“Morgan,” he said against my shoulder, “you feel so fucking good.”

He picked up his tempo and moved into me harder and harder and faster and faster. It was exhilarating. Nothing gentle about it. Just him wanting me. Me wanting him. The knowledge that we never had to hide this again. That we could just be ourselves. It took me to a new high.

I hadn’t even realized quite how much it was all weighing on me until that weight was lifted. I was no longer a secret. Patrick had stood up for me. For us. He wanted this. He definitely, a hundred percent, wanted to be with me. He had to if he’d stood up to my brothers like that. Especially standing up to Austin and his temper. It was exhilarating and made me feel overwhelmingly happy.

As if all the puzzle pieces had finally been fit together. And not as a metaphor for what was happening right now.

Though…that was a great benefit.

For a long time, I’d thought Patrick and I would never really happen. And then, when we had gotten together, I’d thought we would crash and burn. That the hiding had been his way of keeping me distant. Even when things had been going so well, I still hadn’t known.

But, now, I knew.

Patrick wanted me and only me.

He picked me up off the wall and then dropped me backward on his bed. He yanked me toward him until my ass was practically hanging off the bed. Then, he stood over me and entered me again, holding my legs open wide for him.

I clutched the bedspread and bit back a scream of pleasure. I was seeing stars as our bodies collided. It was too much. Everything felt too strong, too bright, too good. I’d never even known it was possible for me to feel this much. To just completely delve into this right here. Nothing compared.

Patrick moved forward onto his elbows, and I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him in closer. He pecked a kiss on my lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I’m…so…close,” I got out.

“Oh God, I can’t wait to feel your pussy come all around me.”

My entire body clenched at his words. Erotic and filthy and totally fucking turning me on.

He pulled back a little and grinned. “I like that reaction.” Then, as he continued to fuck me, he moved his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered every utterly filthy thought he’d ever had about me.

My brain stopped functioning, and my body went with it. I came with an unrivaled force. My body convulsed around him, tightening and shaking from head to toe. My release was so hard that he came directly after me, finishing in a heap on top of me.

The mewling sound that came out of my mouth was incomprehensible. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I was sure Patrick thought I was speaking in tongues.

Eventually, Patrick slid out and rolled onto the bed beside me. His chest was still rising and falling heavily. But he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and drew me closer.

“That was…the best sex I’d ever had in my life,” he said.

I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him with shocked, big, round eyes. “Ever?”

“Ever.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it. I couldn’t believe it. I mean…I could. It was just crazy. I knew Patrick had slept around a lot before we dated. He wasn’t the dating type, which meant there had been a revolving door of women in his life. I’d always just…assumed that at least.

“Really?” I asked again.

He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “If I’d known we could have been doing this for all those years, I would have started a long time ago.”

I swatted at him. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. Why is it so hard to believe?”

I shrugged. I didn’t say it was because he had more experience than me. I just lay back in his arms and enjoyed the fact that I was the best.

“I’m the best you’ve ever had,” I whispered.

“Damn straight.”

He got up to go clean up, and I went when he was finished. As I crawled naked into his bed, I noticed he looked more contemplative than when he’d told me I was the best sex of his life. Like he couldn’t quite believe what his life was right now.

“What?” I asked.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Shoot.”

“Why me?”

I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You said you always liked me since high school. But…why me?”

“You weren’t like other guys.”

He laughed. “I was exactly like other guys.”

“Not to me. You always took me seriously, even before I was formidable enough to be taken seriously. You always treated me with value. You never made fun of my aspirations, and you were never intimidated by them. I guess I always felt like you got me. Like maybe you were the other side to my coin.” I blushed at that.

He stared at me in wonder. “You thought all of that, even in high school?”

“Well, first, I thought you were, like, so cute,” I said with a high school cheerleader accent, batting my eyelashes.

He laughed.

“Then, the rest solidified over time.”

“I might have missed some time with you all those years,” he said, sliding back over my body and pressing my legs apart, “but I’m going to try to make up for it.”