Chapter 6

Miracle

Coming to, a hard body is pressed up against mine. I smile. Cole. We must have fallen asleep. Not wanting to open my eyes yet, I just lay here enjoying his arms being around me a bit longer. A girl could get used to this.

Sleeping overnight with Cole is another first for me. I’m looking forward to lots of firsts with him. After we talked and he didn’t think I was a complete nutter about dating, I feel better. I suspect he gets me.

Unable to ignore the pressing of my bladder any longer, I shift, attempting to ease out of Cole’s hold without disrupting his sleep.

A muscular arm tightens around me and hungry lips press against my temple, telling me, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I whisper back, trying not to assault his nose with my morning breath.

His other arm slides out from underneath me, but he’s not letting me up.  Rolling over my body, he pins me to the bed, caging me under his arms, as each hand rests on either side of my face. “Where were we,” he teases, leaning down, and sucking on my neck.

One of his knees presses between my legs, parting them for him.

I hope he doesn’t push on my stomach, or else I’ll be pissing on his bed. As if I haven't embarrassed myself enough already.

“I uh...I need to go to the bathroom,” I confess.

He smirks deviously and continues what he’s doing. His fingers work at the button on my jeans.

“I wanna see if you really did listen or if you were all talk, Morgan.”

Shoving his hand away, I squeal. “I really have to pee, Cole.”

“Do you trust me, Morgan?”

I nod. I do trust him. So far, he hasn’t given me a reason not to.

“Good. Be still.”

I stop squirming and allow him to unzip my jeans. Inside I am dying. No guy has ever seen me naked. Hell, no guy has ever touched me there. I mean guys have grabbed my butt before when I was in high school but nothing remotely close to this.

He pushes my shirt up over my navel.

Warmth floods me as he kisses my exposed skin. Slowly, he peels my denim from my body, and I shiver seeing his hungry eyes land on my most intimate of areas.

I feel exposed, raw and mostly…turned on.

Cole dances his fingers over my thigh, teasing at touching me there. You know, there...my what my mom always called my butterfly. The thought makes me giggle. Cole’s eyes darken and thoughts of my butterfly and needing to pee are forgotten. I can only focus on his heated gaze and fiery touch.

He keeps teasing, hinting at where he really wants to go. My legs kick on the sheets as his large hands grip my hips. His tongue trails across my tummy, coming dangerously close to the heart of my desire. His face is a few inches from my clit. Cole inhales deeply. “You smell amazing,” he all but growls. “Fucking perfect.” His thumb rubs over my clit, and I feel as though I may die.

Shit, this is really happening. I sorta thought maybe I was having a dream, but when his breath hits my skin and his hand presses on my stomach, the urge to pee reminds me this is definitely the real deal.

Those thick fingers part my pussy lips as his tongue darts out ready to taste me. His facial hair brushes over my clit, creating friction. My hips tilt up, dying for whatever he is planning to do. I don’t know what I’m doing, but my body sure does.

Then it happens. Birds sing and the gates to heaven open. Cole caps his mouth over my bundle of nerves and hums against my sensitive skin. His tongue devours me, and I turn into a puddle of goo at his mercy. I hope to God, the wetness pooling between my thighs isn’t because I’ve pissed myself.

His fingers slide against my slick heat and then he pushes one inside me. It hurts, but what a beautiful ache it is.

I am unraveling from the inside out under his affection and attention. Now I understand why Bridgette makes such a fuss about sex. This shit is fantastic!

My hands work their way into his hair, tugging his face closer, needing more. So much more.

His finger works in and out, repeating the rhythm, as I grind against his face.

That skillful tongue of his flicks, licks, and pleasures my heated flesh.

The sound of my legs thrashing on the bed and the moaning of his name erupting from my lips fills the room.

Pressure builds in my core, and I yank his hair harder. Cole looks up at me through hooded eyes. Damn, that right there is sexy. Sexiest thing I have ever seen. Him between my legs worshipping my body. Sweet lord, I could die right here underneath this beautiful man.

Tightening around his curled finger as he takes me to another world, I shatter.

“Did you just cum?” he asks breathily, and I cover my eyes as my cheeks blush.

Cole’s mouth assaults my pussy again and he makes me feel on top of the world.

Cole

Morgan coming apart beneath me and putting her trust in me is a feeling I don’t ever want to lose. We hardly know each other and it feels as though I’ve known her all my life. Which is crazy. I’ve never felt this pull to be with anyone like I feel toward Morgan.

She’s in the bathroom now, and I’m in the kitchen trying to scrape together something to feed her. I want to take care of her. If my mom could see me she’d be shocked. I hated even fixing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself, let alone trying to fry an egg for a girl.

The toast pops from the toaster, and I get it on the plate as I finish the eggs. Bridgette comes straggling from Rhy’s room looking worse for the wear. Her eyeliner is smudged and her hair is sticking up all over the place. “I didn’t sleep for shit,” she groans, sitting at the counter.

“Rhy went to get coffee and donuts,” I tell her and she semi-smiles.

Morgan emerges from the bathroom fresh faced, bright eyed, and bushy tailed. She's still high from the orgasm I gave her. Knowing I put that smile on her face and glow on her cheeks makes me feel damn good. I read some article once that said a full bladder intensifies an orgasm, now that I’ve tested that theory on Morgan, I know it’s true.

“Hi,” she says, getting all shy again.

I’ll break her from that soon enough. I plan on spending plenty of time with her. I’ll be breaking her out of her comfort zone.

“You hungry?”

“You cooked for me?” She asks, eyeing the plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

I nod with a wink and she grins from ear to ear. “I’m starving.” She isn’t lying. The girl puts away four eggs and three pieces of toast within a few minutes.

When Rhyner returns with coffee and donuts she eats two of them as well. I’m glad she isn’t one of those chicks who won’t eat in front of guys.

“Anyone have plans today?” Rhyner asks, stealing a glance at Morgan's friend from the corner of his eye attempting to not be obvious.

“Saturday is laundry day, but if you have a better idea...,” Bridgette says.

“Any of you want to go watch that new antihero movie with the villains, tonight?” Rhyner suggests.

“I’ve only been dying to watch it,” Morgan practically squeals.

“Movies it is,” I decide.

After everyone finishes eating I borrow Rhy’s car to drive the girls home. Morgan said her feet hurt, and I am happy for a few more minutes with her, even though I will be seeing her again tonight for the movies.