Bare Your Soul (7 page)

“How could you get used to it when you almost never let me out of your sight?” I grumbled.

“Look what happens when I do.”

There wasn’t much I could say in my defense, so I crossed my arms and looked out the window during the rest of the drive home.

“What about my car?” I asked as he slammed the front door behind us.

“I’ll make sure your car gets back to the house, but don’t expect to find the keys in your hand anytime soon. Not after the stunt you just pulled.”

“But I thought it was my car, not one you were just letting me use,” I objected.

“I wouldn’t push me right now, Angel,” he warned. “You’ll drive the car again when I say you can and not a moment earlier.”

“You may be my boss, but you’re not the boss of me outside work,” I snapped, surprising myself as the words left my mouth since his assertiveness was one of the things I liked about him. Usually it drove me crazy in a good way, but today not so much. For some reason, I wanted to poke the beast until he lost the control he always seemed to have around me when I so often found none. As his eyes lit and he stalked towards me, I started to wonder how smart of an idea this was even though I had gotten exactly what I thought I had wanted

“You’re going to regret saying that,” Morgan growled, his gaze traveling down my body and making me feel like I might catch fire from the heat in his stare.

He didn’t stop when he reached me. Instead he just kept moving until he’d backed me against the wall. Caging me in as he rested his hands on either side of my head, his eyes locked on mine. There was a hint of pain in their depths and I shook my head in denial because that wasn’t what I had been trying to accomplish.

“Seems like I’ve let you get away with too much, but don’t let that fool you,” he warned. “I haven’t taken you yet because you weren’t ready for what’s gonna happen when I get you under me.”

My nipples puckered and goosebumps broke out on my skin at the heated promise in his tone. “I’m beyond ready for you, Morgan,” I whispered, rubbing against him in an effort to get even closer, needing him to finally lose control and take me.

He nodded his head, nostrils flared and eyes heated, before he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I giggled helplessly while grabbing onto his belt as he stalked up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Our bedroom,
I corrected myself since he’d moved me into his room.

He tossed me down on the mattress and gripped one of my ankles when I bounced. His eyes were locked on mine as he stripped my shoes and skirt from my body. I watched helplessly when he tugged his shirt over his head and followed suit when he jerked his chin at my upper body. By the time I had my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, he was completely naked with a hand wrapped around my back to unclasp my bra. I was down to my panties only when he slid his cock against me, making me moan at the incredible feeling.

He pressed his body down on mine, trapping me beneath him with his arms braced on the mattress a couple inches to either side of my head. “Promise me you won’t ever ignore me again like that, Angel.”

“I promise,” I whispered, knowing I’d do anything to keep from hurting him. “But please, I’m begging you, take me and make me yours.”

“You think you aren’t already mine?” he answered with a strangled laugh. “That’s not why I’ve waited to take you, Angel. You’ve been mine from the moment you climbed into my lap.”

I slid my hands up his chest and parted my legs, wrapping them around his hips until he was nestled between my thighs. His cock rested against my pussy, the damp material of my panties the only barrier between us.

“Then show me exactly how much I’m yours.”

“Angel,” he sighed, his breath hot against my lips before his mouth captured mine. He devoured me, head slanted as his tongue swept inside and staked his claim. I shuddered at the feel of his hand when it slid down my side, stopping to stroke my breast before moving down to my hip. When he yanked on the waistband of my panties, they pulled tight and snapped under the pressure, giving him access to my pussy when his hand moved between us. He pushed the useless material to the side and drove a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. He rotated his hand and scissored his fingers, stretching me. Getting me ready for what was coming next. I got even wetter at the thought.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you Angel?”

“So ready,” I moaned.

When his cock nudged at my entrance, I tensed up, feeling a moment of fear even though this was something I knew I wanted. “I’ve got you, Angel. It’s only supposed to hurt at the beginning, and then I’ll more than make it up to you.”

Thinking of all the pleasure he’d already given me with his mouth and hands, I relaxed slightly. “I know you will.”

He held still for another moment, his eyes locked on mine before he surged forward, sliding his cock deep into me. My eyes watered from the pain, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“Shhhh, Angel,” he murmured, holding still and giving me time to adjust to the feel of him inside me. It felt like he was splitting me in two.

“You’re so big,” I groaned.

“Fuck, Angel. You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m in your tight little pussy for the first time,” he moaned. “I’m trying my best not to hurt you when all I want to do is fuck you hard.”

I moved a little, swiveling my hips and testing to see how much it hurt. I was surprised to find the sting of pain was gone, replaced with an aching need to be filled by him. “Take me however you want, Morgan. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight you’re mine.” He began to move inside me, slowly pumping his hips with shallow thrusts.

“More,” I groaned against his lips.

“Gotta be careful not to hurt you because I swear you’re gonna take my cock every day from now on until I die.”

My pussy got wetter at his vow, offering less resistance when he slid back inside. He reached down and pulled my thighs wider so he could go deeper. I moved my hips in rhythm with his, relishing the sound of the headboard as it hit the wall. “You’re doing so good, Angel. Taking my cock like you’re made for me.”

Morgan powered into me, harder and deeper. With each thrust, the tension inside me built higher until my toes were curled into the mattress and my nails were digging into his back.

“Come for me, Angel,” he murmured in my ear, his thumb pressed against my clit while he swiveled his hips.

“Morgan!” I screamed. My pussy clenched around his cock as my orgasm rocked through me. My body shuddering beneath his, Morgan thrust deep a couple more times before groaning in my ear. I felt his cock jerk and then a spurt of heat as he came inside me.

“Crap,” I hissed. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

And I wasn’t on birth control.

I
reluctantly pulled out of her, mesmerized by the sight of her virgin blood mixed with my come, coating my cock and spilling from her pussy. As focused as I was on the view, I still didn’t miss her flinch when I left her body. I was still hard and wanted to take her again, but I knew it was gonna be awhile before I could get back inside her without causing her pain. I dropped a kiss on her nose, sitting up and pulling her onto my lap. I positioned her with her legs wrapped around my waist and slid my arms around her back, lacing my fingers together. I didn’t want her to be able to get away from me during this conversation.

“Who does your tight, little pussy belong to, Angel?” Her eyes dropped to her lap as a pink hue swept over her cheeks.

“You.” Her voice was whisper soft.

“Look at me when we’re talking.”

She lifted her head and rolled her eyes. “Only you could turn a conversation about the lack of protection into an opportunity to boss me around.”

“But you like my kind of bossy.”

She wiggled in my lap, confirming how much she enjoyed my overbearing demeanor. It was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t about to act any differently around her. She brought out the caveman in me from the very first moment I saw her, and I had grown accustomed to the feeling. There was no going back, for me or her.

“Stop trying to distract me from the whole no condom thing, Morgan.”

My cock hardened further, just from listening to her talk about us having sex. This sweet thing managed to do the impossible—she was the pied-fucking-piper and my cock happily followed her lead. Which was part of the reason why I’d taken her bare. Why I’d always take her bare. “I needed to feel you wrapped around me without anything between us.”

“But you’ll use a condom from here on out. Right?”

Damn, I loved it when she was feisty, even though it sucked that she wasn’t about to let this issue drop. “Nope.”

She shifted in my lap, pushing against my chest. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”

“Now that I’ve had you bare, I’m not about to take you with anything between us, Angel.”

“I’m too young to have a baby, Morgan,” she practically screeched. “I’m nineteen. I just lost my mom. I have no idea where my father is and I’m getting ready to start college in a week and a half. Babies aren’t anywhere in my life plan for at least a decade.”

“Five years tops,” I countered.

“Five years what now?”

I lowered my head, claiming her lips in a deep kiss until her eyes were fogged with passion before I pulled away. “I’ll make an appointment for you to get on birth control tomorrow. I’ll even wear condoms until the doctor says you’re protected from pregnancy. But you’ll agree to alter your life plan so babies are a possibility in five years, not ten.”

“Are you trying to tell me you want me to have your babies?” she gasped.

I didn’t understand the surprised look or why it was hard for her to understand exactly what I was saying. “What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to show you the last couple months, Angel? I moved you into my home and then my bedroom. Waited until I knew you were one hundred percent ready for me to take your virginity. Made the decision to take you bare when I’ve never gone without a condom in my life. Ever,” I emphasized. “Not even when I was a teenager.”

“You’re telling me you want me to have your babies.” This time her voice was filled with wonder.

“No, Angel. I’m telling you that you’re
going
to have my babies,” I corrected. It was a subtle difference in wording, but an important one for her to understand.

She dropped her head on my shoulder, her arms and legs tightening around me in a brief hug before she pulled back and winced.

“You know what you need?”

“I can think of a couple things I want,” she answered, winking at me.

“You’re too damn adorable for your own good.”

Her smile grew wider at my back-handed compliment. “It seems to have worked out pretty well for me so far.”

“Don’t try to distract me,” I murmured against her lips, dropping a quick kiss onto them before moving her from my lap. I climbed off the bed and strode into the bathroom, before I did something crazy like fuck her again. I started the bath, fiddling with the faucet until it was the perfect temperature.

“A bath?” Angelica asked me from the doorway, the sheet wrapped around her body.

“Not just a bath, a bubble bath,” I corrected her, reaching under the sink to grab the bottle I’d purchased a few weeks ago. I poured some into the running water while she wandered closer to me.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a bubble bath.” She took the bottle from my hand and peered at the label. “Soothe and Sleep? Why do I feel like you didn’t just happen to have this lying around?”

Much to my amazement, I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “I was worried you might be sore.”

“I think you’re the one who’s too adorable for their own good.”

“I’m not adorable,” I grumbled.

“Are too,” she countered playfully.

I ripped the sheet from her body, palming her tits in my hands. “Don’t make me show you how not adorable I really am.”

“Sexy,” she gasped. “I totally meant to say you’re too
sexy
for your own good.”

“That’s what I thought,” I murmured, lifting her up and settling her into the warm water.

I stood over her, watching as the tub filled, bubbles covering her naked body and hiding it from my view. I badly wanted to join her, but I knew what would happen if I did. I wouldn’t be able to resist the feel of her wet skin against mine and I’d take her again. My cock twitched at the thought, and I strode out of the room to tug on my boxers. Then I grabbed a chair and brought it into the bathroom so I’d be comfortable while I watched her bathe.

I ignored my phone the first time it rang, letting it go to voicemail while I watched her soak in the tub. I glanced into the bedroom the second time around, thinking maybe I needed to answer it, but it still wasn’t enough to pull me away from the sight of my Angel’s naked body underneath the bubbles.

A pissed off Angel who glared at me when my phone rang a third time. “It’s kind of hard to relax when your phone is ringing off the hook.”

“I guess I’d better get it then,” I murmured, dropping a quick kiss on her lips before striding out of the bathroom. The screen on my phone lit with Brecken’s name when it rang again. Four calls in as many minutes was definitely a bad sign.

“Hold on a second,” I answered, shutting the bathroom door and lowering my voice so Angelica couldn’t overhear our conversation. “This had better be an emergency.”

“Her dad has big time gambling debts and the word on the streets is he’s offered his daughter up as collateral.”

“Motherfucker,” I hissed.

“It gets worse,” Brecken muttered.

“How the fuck can it be worse?”

Brecken heaved a deep sigh. “He owes the Chechens.”

“How much?” I growled.

“One of the contacts I reached out to while I was doing a little digging around about her clued me into the situation. He didn’t have a lot of details, though. I haven’t been able to get an exact figure for you yet, but from what I’ve heard it’s in the low to mid six figures.”

I thought about the status of my current investments, doing some quick calculations. “Reach out to them. Tell them his debt will be paid.”