Morgan

Shit, he needs to go to sleep. Thankfully we’re almost to Boomer’s house. It’s where we’re going to stay until he’s back in shape. I can’t believe he just blew our secret.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Morgan?”

My eyes dart to the dashboard. I see the screen read Boomer. I give Rico a snarling glare. “I tried to tell you he’s on the Bluetooth,” Rico informs us.

“What does he mean, little sister?” Boomer growls through the speakers.

“We got married in Vegas,” I stammer out.

“When was this?”

“In the middle of the night after we…”

“Never fucking mind. You need to learn to start fucking telling the truth. And you fucking Mick are lucky you’re barely hanging on. Get to the house, and we can talk.”

Ewan is sleeping with a smile on his face, resting his head on my chest. The man is in so much trouble when he sees Boomer. I close my eyes as we make our way to the house and remember the morning before we left. We celebrated our impromptu wedding most thoroughly.

I enter the chapel ready to walk to the altar arm and arm with my brother Jackson. He leads the way to the love of my life. I gasp when I see what Ewan has on. He’s wearing a kilt. Where was he hiding that? This man is all surprises. I stare at Ewan because he has the sexiest legs. Instantly I wonder if he's gone traditionally commando. I want to lift it up and feel around. I’m glad he’s got that satchel thing in the front because I probably wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. My thighs ache still and yet I want his massive cock in me again. I almost feel terrible that I'm having raunchy thoughts and Jackson standing right beside me. His kilt is dark green with black and red plaid lines. The color of his kilt makes his green eyes shine brighter than ever. He smiles cockily at me, and it adds a sexy look to the whole ensemble. Heavens, I love this man with everything I am. Even without my other brother here, this feels right…absolutely wonderful. “Congratulations. Treat her well, or you’ll have to answer to all of us,” Jackson warns before he hands me over to Ewan and the service begins. Ewan takes my hand, and I have no second thoughts. I want him for the rest of my life.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear. The ceremony ends faster than I expected. And now I’m Mrs. Morgan McMann.   

The slowing down of the truck shakes me out of my memory. I wonder how Boomer’s going to take it when he finds out that Jackson came with us. Selfishly, I didn’t tell Boomer because I was afraid he’d stop us or make us wait. When we pull up to the house, I nudge Ewan awake. “Come on sleeping beauty. You need to rest before my brother loses his temper.” Boomer came down the stairs to lend a hand.

“I’m up, and ready if he’s feeling that pissed. I’m sorry I upset you, Morgan. I didn’t mean to spill the beans. I love you so fucking much,” he says, finishing it with a kiss that steals my breath away.

“Come on, get out before I get fucking sick,” Boomer orders, holding the door open for me.

“Sorry,” I reply, hopping out of the backseat. Mick scoots out behind me instead of going the way Doc did. He presses his hand to the small of my back and stands tall in front of my brother.

“What the fuck! If you even make her cry, I’ll beat your fucking ass.”

“Boomer, I’d die for her, nothing you could do would stop me from loving and protecting her.”

“Well…no fucking in my house. Got it. Wait until you go back to your place. The only people getting laid in here is my old lady and me.”

“Got it,” I cheer, hugging my brother tightly. “Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that shit when he was knocked out?”

“I was afraid he’d forget or even not want me after he learned the truth.”

“Morgan, I’m not ever letting you go.”

“Good, let’s get inside before we become sitting ducks.”

“Are you worried they’ll attack the house,” Ewan asks.

“No, but you never can be too sure. One of our own betrayed us. Evan had been working with those bastards.

“Evan? Seriously?” I could see where his mind is going. Evan rushed past us just before the van burst through the gates.

“Yes. And Evan paid the price when he came after our women.”

“What?” Shit, another thing he’s just learning.

“Garrett, can’t we save it for later. Mick needs to be resting not getting freaking pissed,” Crystal urges my brother.

“I suppose you’re right. Mick’s going to need to get his ass right because a lot is happening, and I can’t have him slacking around. Morgan’s still got to work on opening her shop. She’s going to need support.”

“Oh yeah, the coffee shop,”

“You didn’t miss much. I put everything on hold. I didn’t feel in the spirit of starting my future without you.”

I walk with Ewan up to my bedroom and help him undress to lay down. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He smiles at me with eyes that speak volumes. “Fuck, this is not how I planned on getting naked with you. I ran my hand over his heart where my name rests. The wound and surgical repairs didn’t damage his sign of love for me.

The door opens, and my brother growls, “What did I just say?”

“Damn if you think this is sex, brother, you’re doing it wrong.”

“I’m fucking around; I know you’re not screwing. I wanted to have a word with Mick—alone.” I arch my brow because I don’t trust he won’t fight. “Calm down brat. This conversation isn’t about you two.”

“Fine. I’m going to get something to drink. I’ll be back.”