Morgan's Surprise: Powertools, Book 2 (6 page)

He was no hypocritical bastard. He was no Craig.

Joe gave her a tiny nod.

She wormed her shoulders into the crook of his arm—braced against his chest—then spread her legs, draping one thigh over Dave’s knee. She peeked up at him, then back to Joe.

Joe bent forward to kiss her again, long and thorough.

With his tongue lulling her into a dazed state of arousal, she didn’t notice the fingers tracing her pussy through her jeans couldn’t be his until they’d made several full passes along the length of the seam at her crotch. From their positioning, the romancing hands had to belong to Dave. The realization had her squirming. The top of her thighs glided across the denim encasing them, and her breasts ached in the confines of her bra.

“Shit, I can feel how wet she is through her clothes.” Dave groaned. “Soaked.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned to meet his heated stare head-on. No point in denying it now. God, how could she be so greedy? She’d already had the best night of her life.

Morgan rocked from side to side in the men’s hold when they turned from the gravel farm road onto the paved highway. Occasional lights from vehicles passing the other direction whizzed past them in the darkness. Who was out this late at night?

They couldn’t see inside the tinted windows, could they?

“Her nipples are hard too.” Neil’s usually smooth tone had gone rough. “Someone rub them. She needs you to touch her.”

Dave’s hand meandered beneath her sweater to cup her breast. True, the satin of her bra still separated them, but he applied pressure to the aching peaks. Morgan inclined her head until she could flash Neil a grateful smile. The testosterone whipping through the air around her made it impossible to speak.

Impossible to move.

Almost impossible to breathe.

“Holy shit.” The truck swerved a little when James caught an eyeful in the rearview mirror. “That’s hot.”

“Show us your tits.” The frank speech whipped her stare to Neil, her eyebrows climbing. She hadn’t expected it from him. That’d teach her to underestimate the laid-back man.

“It’s been a while since we’ve played with a woman.” Though unnecessary, James offered an apology for his mate.

She swore the four men all held their breath. Having that much power over the experienced studs went straight to her head.

Before Morgan could balk, she shoved her sweater to her neck and shimmied her arms from the sleeves. She peeled the bra straps from her shoulders and wiggled the cups until her breasts popped free.

They rested on the material—plumped, straining and utterly exposed.

Neil jammed his hand beneath the waistband of his well-worn jeans to cup his hard-on, a ragged groan testament to his approval. “I wish I could suck your nipples right now.”

“I wish I could suck your cock right now.” James moaned from beside his lover.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to have all you can handle when we make it home.” His gentle caress on James’s knee belied the strong statement.

The interplay between the men set Morgan on edge before they’d really started to explore. They had to be most of the way to her nearby apartment by now, didn’t they? Shit, yes, they slowed for the four way stop a couple miles from the shop. What would happen when they reached it?

She had to come before the guys scattered for the night. Had to steal one taste of the forbidden if that were all she had the opportunity to try.

“Go ahead, cupcake,” Joe whispered near her temple. “Ask for what you want. We’ll grant you anything you need.”

“I need to come. Please, Dave. Joe.” Her head rocked on her lover’s chest as his breath sawed in and out. “Make me come.”

Dave ripped open her fly then shoved her pants to her knees. With little finesse, he sank his fingers inside her as far as he could reach. Exactly as she needed. Joe scooted to the front edge of their seat then focused on her chest. He pinched her nipples, squeezing them with rhythmic pulls that matched the tempo Dave set in her pussy.

A strangled moan from Neil’s direction pushed her closer to the razor’s edge of desire. How must she look?

Wanton.

Hedonistic.

Truly alive.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the physical sensations the men inspired but none of them had the impact of the emotional mind-fuck their infatuation delivered. Thinking of the four sets of eyes on her shoved her to the brink.

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The lap of Dave’s tongue on her engorged clit sent her flying.

Morgan’s scream of fulfillment cut short when Joe covered her parted lips, showing her with his wild kiss how much she’d affected him. She reached her hands out to either side, seeking blindly in her rapture, and latched onto the bulge in his pants. He thrust hard against her palm then stiffened.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Coming.”

Dave didn’t speak but his short series of grunts made it clear he’d achieved his own satisfaction.

Every carnal sound sent another wave of pleasure zooming through her body until she would have begged for mercy or swore her heart would explode in the next second.

After what could have been seconds or minutes, she began to return to reality.

“Get your mouth on me. Quick.” Neil’s command cut through her desire. She watched as he buried his fingers in James’s sandy hair and tugged his boyfriend’s mouth over the cock jutting from the open fly of his jeans.

Morgan hadn’t realized they had parked at the foot of the wooden stairs leading up to the apartment above her bakery. How long had they been outside?

James’s lips stretched to accommodate the proud length of his lover’s cock. Thinner than Joe’s hard-on, it had him in length by an inch or so. Impressive—and so fucking hot—James could take the whole thing down his throat. The instant his lips ringed the base of Neil’s shaft, Neil fisted his hands at his side and groaned.

Morgan watched his balls tighten beneath his lover’s chin. James’s throat worked to swallow all of Neil’s come but an opaque bead escaped the corner of his mouth and trickled onto the other man’s trimmed pubic hair.

An echo of her orgasm contracted her pussy in an aftershock that squeezed more arousal from her slit.

Dave responded by licking it from her in a never-ending spiral of lust and fulfillment. Part of something so intimate—by sharing that kind of elemental energy with these men—she felt larger than one person, more than one super-lucky woman who’d stumbled into a sexual exchange of colossal proportions.

Morgan felt connected.

She felt grounded.

Happy, for the first time in a long time.

“Better?” Joe caressed her face as he peered into her eyes in the wake of the destruction of all her preconceived truths.

“Phenomenal.” She closed her eyes, completely exhausted, thoroughly relaxed, and remembered nothing until the next morning.

Morgan blinked, afraid of what she’d find when she opened her eyes.

She shouldn’t have worried.

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Joe lay on his side. He propped his head on one hand as he studied her with a grin, which bordered on silly, stretched across his handsome face. “Good morning, cupcake.”

“Mmm…morning.” She debated saying more, but didn’t know where to start. He beat her to it.

“Morgan, I want you to know I didn’t mean for the guys to come for us last night. I lost track of time.

I didn’t plan for any of that to happen in the truck. Not so soon, with things so new between us.” His forehead dropped to hers until the bare honesty in his eyes consumed her field of vision. “But goddamn I loved every second of it. The way the crew looked at you, the sounds you made when Dave touched you, how fast you came on his hand and tongue, how much pleasure we gave you together. How much you returned. All of it.”

“Oh God, me too.” Slick juices wet her thighs at the memory. And they’d barely scratched the surface of the possibilities. “Joe?”

“Yeah, cupcake.” He rose above her, the thick length of his shaft dropping onto her belly with a thud.

“It’s my birthday.” She gave him a slow, devious smile then shifted until her pussy kissed the head of his cock.

“And I think I have the perfect gift.” His tongue dueled with hers as he plunged into her steaming core and drove all thoughts of anything more than this bond, this ecstasy, from her mind.

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Chapter Seven

Morgan stepped from the shower into Joe’s arms. He toweled her dry, paying special attention to her pussy and breasts until she laughed, grabbing the terry cloth from his rough hands. It still amazed her that he could touch her so gently with them.

He ducked into her closet while she wrapped her hair to dry. Alone with her reflection, she studied the various love bites he’d left last night and the more vivid ones from his ardent necking earlier this morning.

They’d spent the day together, exchanging stories about their past, things they hadn’t discussed in the last several months—the things that had shaped them into the people they were today. People who seemed dangerously close to falling into something deeper than lust with each other. The more she learned, the more she cared and it seemed to work the same for him.

At least she hoped it did.

Joe broke her reverie when he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. His arm wrapped around her middle from behind. The band of dark, strong sinew against her pale belly in the mirror thrilled her. “You’re so gorgeous like this. It’s a crime to cover you up.”

“I could say the same for you.” She turned in his hold. “You have the most extraordinary body I’ve ever seen outside a movie. But you’ll never be able to hide how attractive you are to me. Even with a parka and snow pants I’d still be able to see the man beneath. The man who turns me on with one look. The man I can talk to for hours…”

Could he actually blush?

Morgan could have sworn he planned to kiss her, maybe molest her on the bathroom floor, considering the careful distance they’d kept all afternoon. The brief abstinence had her strung tight, nearing her limit. Soon she would beg him to fuck her again.

She moaned then pressed closer.

Joe smacked her ass hard enough to sting before stepping back. He held up a simple yet sexy black dress she’d bought but never worn because it seemed so much more revealing in her apartment than it had in the store. “Put this on then meet me in the living room.”

“Are we going somewhere?” She tried to hide her disappointment.

“It’s a surprise. Get dressed, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Morgan chuckled when his pupils dilated.

“We’ll have more time for those games later, cupcake. Then we’ll see if you’re still laughing…or begging for mercy.”

She shivered then did as he requested, taking five minutes to blow dry her hair and apply a hint of makeup. The front door closed kind of hard, making more noise than usual since they’d left one of the windows open this afternoon.

With Joe nearby the autumn afternoon had seemed downright steamy.

Had he left?

“Joe?” Morgan traipsed into the kitchen, barefoot, to investigate.

Joe, Dave, Neil and James circled the countertop while Joe flicked a lighter, finally getting it to catch.

She must have made a small sound when she realized they were putting candles on a birthday cake.

“Oops, I think our secret is out.” James noticed her first.

“Surprise!” The guys pitched into an off-key rendition of the birthday song while Joe finished igniting the colorful wax sticks. Dave held out his hand as Joe tipped the cake toward her.

“Make a wish.”

“I did, remember?” She grinned at the four men huddled around her. Neil rested his arm on her waist and Dave teased the locks of hair at her nape but she stared straight into the emerald depths of Joe’s eyes.

“And it already came true.”

Morgan smiled at each of them as her gaze roamed among the four hot friends before she bent to extinguish the flames. “This cake looks familiar.”

“I snagged it from the case downstairs.” Joe looked sheepish for a minute. “Only the best for my girl.”

Her heart stuttered and the other guys receded from her awareness for a moment. “Am I?”

“The best? Absolutely. My girl?” Joe grinned when she nodded. “God, I hope so.”

Without thinking, she launched toward him, crashing into his side and knocking the cake off balance in his hand. Dave tried to avert disaster but the triple-layer, chocolate cake—complete with strawberry filling that would be a bitch to get up without staining the tiles—skid sideways on the doily-covered cardboard round. It smooshed into the palm he’d thrust in the path of doomed dessert.

The motion kept it from crashing to the floor but it tore into pieces, glued together loosely with globs of icing. Jellied fruit oozed up from the center as though the cake were bleeding to death. “Oh crap, sorry!”

The guys only laughed.

“You baked the thing, you’re entitled to ruin it,” James supplied.

“Plus, who cares what it looks like. It’ll still taste fucking great.” Dave’s gaze heated. “Just like everything else you make.”