Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) (21 page)

“No, you won’t. The baby ends up with most of it,” Morgan said.

“I rest my case.” She got up and washed her hands.

“Hey, guys,” Jethro said.

“Yeah,” Morgan answered.

“We’re going to close the door so we don’t wake you up in the morning, but it’s not going to be locked. Yell, and we’ll hear you,” Jethro said before closing the door.

Amanda climbed into bed on her side. She still had her clothes on and had been wondering how to get undressed and into bed with everyone still in the room. Now she could take a shower and wear one of Morgan’s T-shirts to bed. Tyler had already seen every part of her, so if she flashed a little thigh, it wouldn’t be too bad, she decided. Still, she hesitated.

Morgan must have figured out she was ready for bed. He smiled and stood up.

“Tyler, we’re going to take a shower. Be back in a little while.”

Tyler just nodded and continued watching some action thriller on the TV. Amanda hadn’t been able to get into it. She climbed back off the bed and followed Morgan into the bathroom. She remembered the T-shirt and grabbed his pack, bringing it in with them.

“What do you need with my pack?” he asked.

“I want to sleep in one of your T-shirts.”

“Baby, you don’t have to wear anything to bed. Tyler has already seen you.” He smiled.

“Yeah, but Jethro and Justin haven’t, and I don’t want them to.”

“Okay. You can wear one of my T-shirts.” He began undressing her.

Amanda helped him by stepping out of her jeans once she had her boots off. She took her time with her blouse, choosing to watch Morgan peel off his jeans and T-shirt. She enjoyed watching the way his muscles played across his abdomen. She knew it would feel tight if she was to lay her hand across it, and she nearly did.

“Hurry it up, Amanda. Water’s going to get cold before you get naked.”

“Sorry, just thinking.”

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off. Morgan flicked the clasp holding her bra in place and peeled the cups back, then down off her shoulders. He bent over and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She moaned. The feel of his tongue circling it as he gently sucked sent shivers down her spine. When he pulled away, she nearly followed him. Instead of stopping there, he took the other nipple into his mouth and subjected it to the same treatment. This time when he pulled away, he looked deep into her eyes and, grabbing her hand, helped her step into the shower.

He handed her a washcloth and the soap. His eyes never left hers as she soaped up the cloth and began to bathe. He watched her the entire time with one hand stroking his engorged cock and the other holding him up against the side of the shower.

Amanda made her movements slow and seductive, paying special attention to her breasts, then moving slowly down her abdomen to bathe her pussy. It wept with need, and she swirled her fingers around in the dewy juice before turning around and bathing her back.

“Here, give me the cloth. You can’t reach everywhere.” His voice had lowered an octave, strumming something deep inside her.

She handed over the cloth and braced herself with both hands against the cool tiles in the back of the shower. Morgan started at the top of her shoulder blades and made tight circles as he moved down her back. He placed one hand on her back and pushed, letting her know he wanted her to bend over. She inched her hands down the back of the stall until her back lay perfectly flat for him.

The roughness of the cloth rasped over the cheeks of her ass as he bathed them with it. When her ran it down her crack to pause at her sensitive back hole, she groaned at the raspy feel of it there. He circled it, then pressed lightly against it before helping her stand again. He pulled her back into his arms. His mouth sucked in her earlobe, teasing it with his tongue before he moved around her and carefully edged her back into the spray of the shower to rinse off.

The warmth of the water relaxed her despite the war her hormones were waging against her good sense. Fire burned in her belly even as little shivers of pleasure played out against her skin. She wanted him. She wanted him so much right then she almost made a play for him—almost.

“I’ll get out and let you finish your shower,” she said.

“I don’t think so.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up against him again.

His mouth came down on hers in a fierce move to capture her. Not just her mouth, but her entire being, it felt like. He plundered and prodded and cajoled until she wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers through his hair. Digging at his scalp, she dug at his hair as he ate her from the inside out.

Morgan’s tongue licked and teased and slid along hers. Then it was his teeth nipping at her lower lip. He laved it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth to tease. The feel of those teeth nipping a long line from her mouth, along her jaw, to her neck sent chills chasing down her spine to her pussy. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nipped it before soothing it with a lick of his tongue.

His hands held her ass, forcing her pelvis tight against his groin. She could feel his hard cock pressed between them, pulsing at her belly. She moved against him. He hissed out a breath and squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them impossibly wide.

“Wrap your legs around me when I pick you up.”

She whimpered when he picked her up and ground the stalk of his dick against her clit. She wrapped her legs around him, and he leaned her back against the cool tile. It did little to cool off the heat within her body.

Morgan reached between them and guided his stiff cock to her dripping wet cunt. He pushed and slid inside of her almost all the way. Another thrust, and he seated himself balls deep. She groaned at the glorious feel of him stretching her vagina to its limits. Had she not been as wet, it would have stung to be so full. It wouldn’t have mattered, his cock took her over the edge.

He adjusted her in his hands and began to slowly pump in and out of her. He varied the strokes, some deep, others shallow, until she wanted to scream for him to just fuck her. It didn’t matter that it built her orgasm so much higher—she wanted it now. God, did she want it now. She wiggled, trying to force him to move faster, earning a slap on her ass.

“Be still before we both land on our asses.” He laughed.

“Move. Harder. Faster. I don’t care how—just move!”

He nipped her chin and began to tunnel in and out of her over and over until she felt the quick, hot sliver of her orgasm spiraling upward from her toes.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as it grew ever closer.

Just when she didn’t think it would ever happen, Morgan reached between them and pressed a finger tightly against her clit in a pulsing rhythm, flinging her headfirst into a maelstrom of light and heat.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the cum out of me. It feels fucking amazing.” Morgan held still inside her, then rested his forehead against hers as they both gasped for breath.

“Let me down. I need to stand up,” Amanda said.

Morgan gently released her, only to have to grab her again as she nearly sank to the floor of the tub.

“I don’t think you have your land legs yet,” he teased.

She slapped him on the ass and then giggled. It had been a long time since she had felt this relaxed. It felt good. Then the worry of Guy and what she still had to face came crashing down on her again.

“Hey, what’s with the sad face all of a sudden?” Morgan asked.

“I remembered that I still have Guy to worry about.”

“Baby, don’t worry. We’ll take care of you and make sure you don’t have to worry about him. Dodge thinks he has something, but is still working on it. Give him a little time.”

“You’re all putting your lives on hold trying to help me. I can’t do anything to help you.”

“Just be you and take care of you and the baby. That’s your only job,” Morgan assured her. He ruffled her hair and leaned in to kiss her on the nose. “Now, let’s get out of here and dry off before we both end up looking like raisins.”

Amanda sighed and climbed out of the tub. They toweled off, then dressed. She pulled on a pair of panties and one of Morgan’s T-shirts. It covered her to midthigh, which was as long as she would get. It would have to do.

On opening the door, Amanda noticed the room to be empty. She turned and looked at Morgan. “Where is Tyler?”

“Not sure. Get back in the bathroom and stay there till I come get you. He may have stepped next door to talk about something.”

“Be careful, Morgan,” she said as he closed the door behind her.

She flicked the lock and sat on the toilet, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort. The idea of something happening to Morgan, or any of the men, took her breath.

* * * *

Morgan walked over to the connecting door and knocked. It didn’t take long for Jethro to answer the door.

“Do you know where Tyler is?”

“Yeah, he heard someone outside the window. Said when he looked out, there were two guys checking out all the cars. He decided to go check around and see what they were up to. Justin went with him.”

“Shit, I’d hoped they wouldn’t find us here. Someone is bound to be following us and reporting back to them,” Morgan said.

“If they are, they aren’t giving them much information. They should know what room you’re in just by the bikes. I don’t think they told him all the facts. They might not even know she’s with someone,” Jethro suggested.

“If there is someone following us, then they have to be in a car or truck. We would have noticed any other bikes on the road. Why would someone play games like this?” Morgan asked.

“I don’t know unless they plan to grab her after these guys do all the hard work.”

“Just what we need, three groups of people after her,” Morgan said with a growl.

“Guy’s goons, The Skulls, and some unnamed person playing games. Makes for an interesting case,” Jethro said.

“I’m going back next door to let Amanda out of the bathroom. I had her lock herself in there until I found out what was going on.”

“I’ll come over with you. Two in the room is safer than just one.”

Morgan knocked on the bathroom door. “It’s okay to come out, Amanda.”

He heard the locks click on the door. Then she opened it a crack.

“Where’s Tyler?” she asked as she peeked through the slit in the door.

“Come on out, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

She frowned, but opened the door, then quickly jumped behind Morgan when she saw Jethro. Morgan bit his upper lip to keep from smiling. She was so cute when she was embarrassed.

“Come on. Let’s get you settled in bed.” Morgan led her to the bed and pulled back the covers.

She slid in and immediately pulled them up to her chin. She avoided looking toward Jethro, but centered her attention on Morgan. He found that he liked being the center of her attention.

“Tyler thought he heard someone outside messing around the cars and bikes. He and Justin went out to look around some. They’ll be back in a little while,” Morgan assured her.

“Don’t we need to move? They’ve found us, haven’t they?”

“I don’t know, baby. We’ll have to wait and see what they found out when they get back. It could be nothing more than someone out for a walk or even someone just looking for a car to steal. Happens.” Morgan reached out and smoothed a stray lock of hair near her eye.