Chapter 28

Morgan

Today’s the coffee shop’s grand opening. After our little mix-up with the designer, everything else fell into place. We got the build done, and now I’m six months pregnant and starting a new adventure.

“Welcome to At A Sip, everyone. Please come in,” I greet the small line of friends and family here for the opening.

Ewan holds my hand as we walk in. I kept the colors that the guy and I talked about because even though he was perving on me, it was a great concept. I have four employees at the moment. Two who have experience in coffee shops.

By the end of the day, we’re closing up the shop, and Ewan comes in to escort me home. With his shop just across the street, it makes for quick get-togethers. We got to test out several surfaces in the shop before the build was complete. Now, with aching, swollen feet, the only surface I want is my bed.

He carries me to the truck like I’m as light as a feather. “Congratulations on your first successful day. Now let’s get you into bed.”

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Everything is wonderful. A week goes by, and the coffee shop is booming. People love the two options of sitting and enjoying a large cup of coffee in a cute mug or taking coffee on the run. I’m exhausted, but what I really need is a super good dicking to get some sleep. He’s been doing his best not to fuck me too much since I’ve been tired, but a girl needs to be owned as my tat says.

“What the hell are you wearing?” All of his clients left, but he’s working in the back, cleaning up. I’ve sent the other employees home and changed into a tank top that shows way too much cleavage. And a skirt that’s barely covering my ass. I knew he’d be put out.

“What’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem? That outfit is way too fucking small. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked hard.” I blush and dip my head. He grabs my chin and lifts it until my eyes meet his. “So you miss me, deep and hard inside of you?” I nod.

“Princess. You could have just said so. I don’t want anyone seeing you in this half of an outfit.”

“Nobody is around.”

“Sweetheart, there are cameras on the street that Cyber and the rest of the members. I’m going to swat your ass. You’re lucky, Demi and Ash left already.” Oops. I didn’t know that.

He walks past me, locking up and lowering the blinds. He takes me in the back and over to his chair. “Bend over,” he orders. I’m instantly gushing. His voice is hard and gritty. I stare at him, my mouth watering at the way his muscles show through his tee. “I said to bend the fuck over, Morgan. You want to be fucked. You’re going to get fucked.” I bend over placing my hands on the shoulder rests. He lifts up my skirt. I feel the sting of his hand on my ass before I hear the sound. “You’re pushing me. Your fucking panties are barely-there, too.” He slides them to the side, thrusting two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. I’m shaking because I’m so damn close. I hear the sound of him undoing his belt and then his zipper. I brace myself, and he’s deep inside of me in one stroke.

“Aah,” I moan. He cups my breasts, pinching my overly sensitive nipples. His strong body leans over me, rutting into me, our flesh slapping and echoing around the empty shop. “Oh God,” I cry out.

“Try again, Princess.”

“Mick, give it to me.” His hands move all over me, first gripping my hips and fucking me onto the chair, then one reaches my clit and the other tugs on my hair.

“Never wear something like this again. I’ll have to fucking poke every one of the guys’ eyes out,” he warns me, sucking on my pulse. His teeth scrape me, and I know he’s leaving a mark on me. “Maybe you’ll learn to not bring out the caveman in me.”

“Why…would…I when it feels…so good?” I stammer out.

“Because next time I won’t let you come.”

“Bastard.”

“Whatever, Princess. You’re mine and only mine. Only I get to see you this exposed. Now come.” He slaps my pussy, and I come violently. He lifts one of my legs onto the chair and goes hard on me until he’s draining his load into me.

Peppering kisses on my shoulder, he whispers, “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

“Never my lover. Thank you.”

“Thank you.” We straighten our clothes, but he throws his patch on me. “I know you don’t like the style, but your ass shouldn’t have come out dressed like this.”

“I could use a sexy leather coat with a patch.” I have one that my brothers made me, but I don’t wear it. I love his vest because it’s his.

“Fuck yeah. I’ll have it made for you, Princess.”

We get to the house, and after a quick dinner and bath, he helps me to bed, curling up next to me. His phone goes off at two in the morning. I’m surprised, but I don’t move. I’m too tired. He answers it groggily. “What’s up, Boomer?”

“What the fuck! No that’s bullshit. You’re fucking with me. He can’t be dead. No, I’m on my way. Okay, I want my house on lockdown,” he answers in an angry hush.

He jumps out of bed and starts running around getting ready. Motorcycles are outside. “Sleep, princess. It’s time for church. I fucking love you.” He gives me a soft kiss on my sleepy face.

He’s gone before I can process what he said. Did he say someone was dead?