Morgan

Mick’s been out of the hospital for a week. His parents spent the last two days with us, but they left back to Ireland because they own a farm and don’t have many people to manage it properly. They have been so worried about Mick and wanted us to go to Ireland. I know I’ll love it, but who knows when we’ll have time.

Between the planning and building of my café, the tattoo shop, and moving from my apartment to his house, we’ve been busy. The Riders moved all my things into the house, refusing to let Mick touch shit, but I had to direct them.

I’ve been calling him Mick a lot more. Every time I say it my pussy clenches. We have fucked in every part of the house, and I can’t get enough. It’s like his dick needs to be in me all the time. We haven’t gone anal again, but damn, I can’t wait for it. I know it’s only because I was so far gone in the throes of passion to be scared of his fucking python in his pants. Seriously, I have to bust out a ruler one day. It’s got to be close to a foot.

I’m standing in the middle of my new store fantasizing about my husband’s thick cock. He’s at the shop getting paperwork in order and organizing his schedule. He can’t do tattoos that take more than two hours yet, but he’s taking in small ones. I’m meeting with the interior designer from a company my brother recommended.

There’s a knock on the door, and I spin around to see a tall guy about my age. “Miss. Steele, hello. I’m Jamie Erickson.”

“Hello,” I stammer. Not because I’m interested, but I don’t think Mick knows Jamie is a guy. “Actually, my name is Morgan McMann.”

“What? The documents all refer to you as Ms. Steele.”

“Yes, well, that was when I first started the project. I’ve recently gotten married.”

“Okay. I’ll make the change. Let’s go over your plans.”

“I like the setup as it is, but it’s the colors and décor. I want this place to look inviting, sleek but not too modern.”

“I understand. So usually browns and greens are the themes. They are relaxing, but I’m thinking a light blue with a dark hardwood all around.”

The door suddenly slams open, and we both pop our heads up from the little binder he brought to see my husband standing there with his fist clenched.

“Jamie, don’t mind my husband. He doesn’t bite anyone but me.” I wink at my husband which quells just a hint of anger. “Ewan, this is the interior designer Jackson sent over.”

“Really, hmm. Well, how long is this meeting going to take?”

“As long as it needs to,” I inform him. He grabs a chair and takes a seat. “Don’t you have a shop to run?”

“Nope, just working on the books.” He crosses his arms. “Continue.”

“Well, Jamie, I do like that idea. What else.”

“I’m thinking you want it to feel like you’re sitting in an open kitchen with the sunlight coming in. Close your eyes and think about what you would like to see. What would you want on the walls? I’m thinking some framed foliage, sketches, or something that draws people’s eyes.” I close my eyes and do just that. I smile to myself because I can picture penciled sketches of classic images like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I hear a groan come from my husband and I open my eyes to see them both staring at me.

Mick is on his feet and now so is Mr. Erickson, except it’s not by choice. My husband who has recently gotten out of the hospital has Erickson with one arm twisted behind his back. “Jamie, boy, I think this meeting is over,” Mick mutters, pinning Erickson’s face to the table on top of all his materials.

“Um, yes, sir.” Mick releases him with a little shove. I see him stammering and gathering his things in a mad rush. Jamie’s face is tomato red. As soon as he’s out of the door, Mick locks it, lowering the shades on the door and picture window. He pivots around to stare at me, shaking his head.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a number all the while keeping his eyes on me. “Hey, fuckhead. Brother or not, if you ever send a swinging dick to be alone with my wife ever again, I’ll bust your face.”

“Yes, well. Jamie is a fucking dude, who has a hard-on for Morgan. He’s lucky I let the fucker live.” He ends the call and sits the phone on the table.

“What the hell did I miss?” I ask because I’m feeling clueless. He was cool, and all the sudden shit got crazy, and my husband turned caveman.

“He’s lucky; I get it. You’re fucking sexy. So damn sexy you don’t even know it.” I blush. “You got that guy hard as fuck, he saw what I did—a woman with passion, hungry for something.”

“I wasn’t thinking dirty.”

“No, you don’t have to. Your pleasure shone through you. And I can’t have that. Jamie boy’s lucky that I’m too fucking horny to kill him. Stand up, Mrs. McMann.”

“Why?”

“Did I stutter?” he asks. I get up and stand in front of him. He grabs hold of my waist and lifts me up, carrying me to the unfinished countertop. It’s smooth but still needs the marble top. Grasping the hem of my dress, he pushes it up, then roughly cups my sex. I’m shaking with need instantly. I love the way his green eyes have darkened. He nips at my lip, sucking it into his mouth before kissing me. “You’re mine, Morgan. This…” he grunts, thrusting a finger under my pantie and into my pussy, “belongs to me.”

“Yes, it does,” I agree. My eyes cross, and I toss my head back, planting my hand on the counter. He lets go, then drags my panties off of me. I don’t know what’s coming, but I know it’ll be both of us screaming soon. He spins the chair around and sits on it. With his hands firmly planted on my thighs, he spreads them wider. His nose brushes up into my curls; then he runs his tongue along my seam.

“My pussy,” he growls against my heated cunt. I’m done. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I come. He doesn’t stop after I come down, he eats me like a damn banquet. I’m so close again when he lifts me off the counter and flips me onto my stomach. I hear his zipper, and I brace my hands on the edge. “Wife, I’m going to leave your pussy and thighs coated with my cum until we shower tonight. I want any swinging dick to know you’re mine.” I feel his thick head at my entrance, and I’m already clenching up. “Hold tight.” He enters, stroking deep inside. I cry out as he hit my womb over and over again. There’s something I need to talk to him about, but it’s going to have to wait. “Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight. I’m going to come. Come with me, wife,” he demands just as I feel his hand spank my ass. And like that, I come on his cock. I feel every single one of his pulses. Damn, I hope my brothers don’t show up. He pulls out and quickly slides my underwear back up my legs, cupping my pussy and holding his cum inside me.

He spins me around and kisses me with the passion of a man in love. “I love you, Ewan, only you,” I murmur.

“I love you to obsession, Morgan. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, I’m wonderful.” I watch him as he zippers up his pants putting away that deliciously thick cock of his. Damn, my man is so hot. It’s October, and I feel another heatwave kicking in.

“I need some air, Ewan.”

“Fuck, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just hot in here. Can we go for a walk or do you need to go back?”

“I’m all yours, princess.”

“Okay.” He grabs a bottle of water for both of us from the sliding cooler I have already set up. Taking my hand, we leave the café and lock up. I drink down the entire bottle before we get ten feet.

“Baby, something’s not right,” he insists. Since we’re not keeping secrets, I have to tell him, but I’m not sure how.

I rub his forearm, trying to calm down the panic in his eyes. “Everything’s fine. I’m having a hot flash or something.”

“Aren’t those for older women?” he questions.

“Yes—and for pregnant women as well.” His eyes widen, and he stops us from moving forward. We’re in front of the tattoo shop coincidentally, and I can see Demi and Ash staring at us.

“What? Morgan, are we having a baby?” he hollers, grinning from ear to ear. I love how happy he is.

“Yes, I had it confirmed this morning with Crystal’s doctor.”

“Wait, so you’re like a week or are we talking about our first night.”

“Our first night.”

“I could have left you fatherless.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Damn, I was rough with you right now.”

“Don’t start that. I talked to the doctor about sex. She said as long as I’m not bleeding or beaten, I’m good. I told her we’re newlyweds.” I twinkle my eyes at him.

“Oh, so you’re okay?” he asks wrapping his arms tighter around me. I love the feel of his hands touching me ever so gently and yet thoroughly dominating my body.

“Yes, as long as you are.”

“I’m fucking more than okay. I’ve been wanting to put my baby in you long before I should’ve been thinking that shit.”

“Well, now you did the job,” I say with a big ass grin that stretches to my eyes.

“I think it’s time to celebrate.”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“Shit, but tomorrow the shop is closed, and we’re going to celebrate.”

“Naked in bed?” I ask.

“That sounds like a great way to celebrate our soon-to-be family.”

“Fine. I’m going back to the café. I have some paperwork to do, and I have to email the interior design firm and ask for a replacement because my husband is a caveman.”

“Damn right.”

“Well, then caveman walk me back to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”