Chapter 21

Mick

I’m standing here with my shirt off with my dick still semi-hard. I was at full staff before he barged in. He doesn’t lower his eyes more than to my scar and tattoo of his sister’s name.

“How long have you had that tattoo?” he questions, determining how pissed he should be with me.

“Since that day she went out with that fuck. Demi had just finished it before you walked in,” I admit. It had been more than painful to hear, but I couldn’t let on that my soul was being destroyed that day.

He shrugs and smirks, running his hand over his face. “I get why you didn’t tell me, but I already had you pegged for it. I knew you were a little too concerned with Morgan. It’s why I told you about her date. She told me she went on it, but that the fuck wasn’t interested in seeing her again. So I’m betting you had something to do with that.”

“I followed them there and warned his ass if he so much as touched her hand, I’d bury him.”

“You caused your own problems, you know? You could have just told me that you were in love with my sister. I would have at least stopped her from going out with him in the first place. In fact, I pushed her into it.”

“You what?”

“You heard me. When you didn’t act, I figured that you didn’t want Morgan. Then she left, and you didn’t stop her.”

“I wanted her to have a choice. It wasn’t easy to let her go, but I tried.”

He smirks at me and shakes his head. After taking a deep breath, he says, “Well, I did too, and she chose you. Mick, you’re my brother. I love you, man. Take care of her for me.”

“I will. I promise. I’d do anything for Morgan.”

“I see. You willingly sacrificed your life for hers. There’s nothing else you need to prove. Here. This is for you,” he says, handing me a tri-folded piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“Open it, fucker.” I unfold the paper and fall back to sit on the bed. It’s the deed to the building.

“Damn, I thought you’d pull the deal from me.”

“Why? If anything, you need to provide for Morgan. You can’t do that shit if I send you on the street. Besides, I had that prepared the day after you were shot. Even if you hadn’t been in love with my sister or anything. You did something I could never repay you for.”

“Thanks, bro.” I stand up and give him a manly hug.

“Remember that you’ve got a treasure. Get some rest. You look like shit.”

“Fucking thanks.” He walks out of the room, and I fall back onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. I smile up at the ceiling. All I need now is for Morgan to have my baby and the world will be everything I dreamed it would be. I close my eyes, thinking I’ll rest them until she comes back, but I fall into a deep sleep. When I wake, it’s dark out and Morgan’s nowhere to be found in the room. I’m freaking out, hoping this isn’t some wild dream. The deed is still laying on the nightstand. “It’s not a dream.” I get up and go to the bathroom. I start peeing when I catch the mirror. With her eyes closed, Morgan’s resting in a bath of bubbles.

“I’m finished, princess.” She opens her eyes with a smile. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.” The sink has a tap touch; I hit it with my elbow, then wash my hands before turning back to my woman.

“It’s okay. I thought maybe you would want your privacy.”

“Nothing’s private for us anymore.” I reach my hand in the water and snatch up a palmful of bubbles and blow them at her. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I snake my hand through the water in search of her sweetness. My fingers reach its treasure. I cup her, my thumb rubbing her little clit. “Have you missed this, wife?”

“Yes,” she squeaks out, flexing her hips up.

“Shh. Your brother said no sex. I think he’s been generous already.”

“They went to the club, husband.” With those words, I thrust my fingers into her pussy. She clenches around them, coming instantly. “Yes, Ewan. Yes, Ewan.” She goes to her knees, revealing her breasts. Her hands reach up and cup my face, kissing me with her longing that has on hold for a month. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never again,” I promise, resting with our foreheads touching. “Are you done?”

“Yes, I only came in here to relax. But only you can make me this relaxed.”

“Only and always.” I stand up and grab a towel. My stitches have healed naturally on their own, but the doc wants me to take it easy. Fuck, I’m going have her ride me hard pretty soon. In fact, I think we have to visit my place tomorrow just the two of us to pick up some clothes. The water drips down her body as she steps out of the tub. I’m doing my best to hold myself together. The bubbles slide over her flat stomach down to her mound.

“I need a shower.”

“Do you want help?” she asks, her smile twisted into a wicked grin.

“Nope. I’ve got to keep my hands to myself. Tomorrow we’re going to our house where I plan to fuck you so hard and deep we’ll make our baby.” She bites her lip, then wraps the towel tightly around herself, but the towel doesn’t entirely hide something on her ass that looks eerily like a fucking tattoo.

“What’s on your ass?” I challenge. She tugs on the towel to keep me from lifting it up, but that’s futile. I pull it away and see what she’s sporting on her ass. I’m doing my best not to come, but I want to spray that motherfucker and really mark my territory.

“Um…do you like it?”

“Like it? It depends on who put it there. The answer better be Demi.”

“Of course it is. Like I’d let another man see me like that.” I bend down behind her and see how perfect it is. “Property of Mick,” like I’ve always pictured. I hold onto her hips and kiss her tattoo. I can tell it’s new, but I’m not sure how long she’s had this on.

“When did you stamp yourself mine?” I ask, sliding my fingers along her folds; she’s soaked. I have to have her on my tongue. Kneeling on the floor, I tilt my head and slip my tongue into her pussy. She moans, parting her thighs and gripping the bathroom counter. I’m doing my best to control myself and not fuck her right where we are. She tips her ass backward letting me get my entire mouth around her pretty pink cunt. I suck on her clit, and my wife comes undone. She quickly covers her mouth. She rides out her orgasm on my face, giving me all her sweet cream. I stand up and suck on her pulse. “You didn’t answer me,” I whisper.

“Um…four days ago. I would have done it sooner, but I was afraid that you would have left me being the reason you were shot.”

“None of this shit was your fault. I swear, I wish I could have been the one to kill those bastards. Those minions of a massive drug kingpin were after your brother and the Riders. You were a prize to steal. And I protect what’s mine. You’re my prize alone.” I rub my cock along the seam of her ass. After two passes, I nut, spraying all of it over the tattoo. Now it’s time for a quick shower and to bed.