Someone Like You (Someone To Love Series) (20 page)

“It’s Steven’s day off.” He winks.

“Steven?” Then it hits me. Steven is the bartender from Pretty Girls. “Dell is
so
going to kill you.” And perhaps me in the process.

“For that? I doubt it.” He shakes his head and nods toward the entrance as bodies begin streaming in. “But for
that
, just maybe.”

I turn back and gasp. Six girls from the Gentlemen’s Club stride in with their five-inch FM heels, and their questionable attire, which is definitely not intended as street wear, and for damn sure shouldn’t be legal.

“This way, ladies.” He herds them over before leaning into me. “It’s for the Exotic Room. Unlike some people, I don’t charge a house fee. They keep every dime they make. It’s win-win all the way around.”

“Exotic Room?” It gulps from me like the civil offense it’s panning out to be. Shit. Something tells me everything about this place is going to be replete with illegal escapades in less than ten minutes. “We are all
so
going to fry!”

“Relax.” Morgan rubs my shoulders and peppers the side of my face with kisses. “It’ll be okay. I’ve got it all handled.”

Every muscle in my body freezes when he says those words. I swear he just repeated verbatim the exact words Rory whispered the last fated night of his freedom.

“Handled?” I cock my head, expecting a full explanation.

“I promise you we’re not breaking the law.” His lips press into a line. “We might be skirting it—but trust me, it’s not a big deal.”

Skirting?

“This is temporary,” he continues. “It’s not like we’re setting up shop for years. Let me get these ladies settled, and I’ll be back.” He dots my lips with a kiss before speeding the small harem down the hall.

Shit, shit,
shit
!

Lauren strides over with a spring in her step. “This is freaking fantastic!”

“You think?” I pan the vicinity, half-afraid I’ll spot ten different felonies in the making. I’m pretty sure Ruby won’t be allowed to visit me in the big house, where I will be sporting an orange jumpsuit—two fashion blunders that are a punishment unto themselves.

“Loosen up, would you?” Her overglossed lips widen into a cherry-stained grin. “Cal says you’ve already raked in
two
grand. If they keep coming in like this you’re looking at a small fortune. He’s just pissed he didn’t think of it.”

“Two grand? I didn’t hear a thing after that but who the hell cares, because two freaking grand!”

A pair of arms circle my waist, and a warm kiss heats my neck. I turn to find Morgan wearing his deliciously wicked grin, sans the bevy of strippers he’s solicited for the night.

“I’ll be in the middle of a winning poker hand if you need me,” he growls hot and sexy into my ear.

“Poker?” My stomach explodes in a vat of acid. The felonies are quickly piling up to the ceiling, and I’ve moved well past wondering
if
we’ll be detained by law enforcement to
when
. “Good luck?” I don’t know whether to be ticked or proud that he’s thrown in some illegal gambling for good measure. If we’re going down it might as well be in a brilliant shock of flames. “If you win big I’ll reward you.” I crush my lips against his and plunge my tongue into his mouth like an assurance of things to come, hopefully me.

“I’ve already won big. I’ve got you, don’t I?” Morgan dots my lips with a kiss before melting back into the crowd.

“Well,
hello
?” Lauren teases. “Things are really heating up between the two of you.” Her demeanor changes on a dime and suddenly she looks horrified. “Don’t fall too far, too fast. He’s Oregon-bound in just a couple of weeks. Remember?”

Crap. I do remember. I was just doing an excellent job of pushing it to the back of my mind.

That horrible feeling of foreboding takes over once again, and my heart plummets through the floor, straight to middle earth. I hate the thought of Morgan taking off for greener scholastic pastures sooner than later.

“Right.” I try to shake it off. “We’re just messing around. Nothing too serious.”

Stupid, stupid Oregon for being on the other side of the fucking country. Maybe we’ll have one of those long-distance relationships? We can Skype and everything. Or maybe I can move to Oregon? But that’s too far from Ruby. Stupid Massachusetts for being so damn far from the West Coast.

Then, quick as a blade, reality sets in. A god like Morgan Jordan needs a warm body next to his at night, or at least he deserves it, and I won’t be anywhere near the vicinity.

“Oh, no.” Lauren looks like she’s about to be sick. “Ally!” She doesn’t bother to hide the fact she’s
ü
ber disappointed in me and my man-lust for all things Morgan.

Kendall steps up, looking like a knockout with her long, dark tresses perfectly framing her face and her blue eyes shining bright as her brother’s. My insides pinch. Once Morgan leaves I’ll have a hard time being near Kendall in general.

“What’s going on?” Kendall looks to Lauren for answers.

“She’s fallen in love with your brother, and now she’s contemplating whether or not a long-distance relationship will ever work out.”

“You always know what I’m thinking.” I mean for it to come out far more sarcastic than it does.

“I can read your mind,” she assures. “Besides, the answer is no. Long-distance relationships never work out. Look at me and Cal. He started to get wishy-washy once he graduated, and he was less than a few blocks away. Face it, men need leashes, and they don’t make them that long.”

Shit. Lauren is always right. I seriously hate that about her.

“Do you really feel that way about Morgy?” Kendall touches her chest as if I’ve delivered a lethal blow.

“
Yes
.” My eyes widen with panic because for one, I haven’t shared this little tidbit with “Morgy” yet. “I’m in love with him. There, I said it. But it’s totally your fault.” I drill a finger in Kendall’s pillowy chest. “You practically pushed us together. You
knew
he couldn’t sleep on the couch. That could have ruined his entire baseball career.” I chew on the inside of my cheek in the event other ludicrous theories on how Morgan Jordan’s penis happened to find its way into my vagina decide to pop out.

“He
is
gorgeous.” Lauren shrugs, as if consoling me on some level.

“And he’s generous to a fault,” Kendall adds.

“Is he good in bed?” Lauren is ready and willing to get the sexual lowdown right here in front of four hundred of our closest friends.

“We are so not going there.” Kendall slaps her hands over her ears to avert the sibling-based trauma.

“Oh, look,” Lauren says, giving Kendall a shove into the crowd. “I think I see Cruise, and he’s got a new toy just for you! It buzzes, and vibrates, and glows in the dark, oh my!”

Lucky for Kendall that Cruise—the Wizard of
Ahhs—is
there, albeit sans the sex toy.

With Kendall out of the way, Lauren digs in. “Dish!” Her eyes get all wide and swirly like a pair of pinwheels at the prospect of titillating details. “Did he help you solve your
problem
?” She drags out the word
problem
like it’s code for something, and we both know it is.

I sigh and my entire body sags at the thought of even verbalizing my sexual faux pas.

“He didn’t?” She shrieks over the music. “Are you sure? Have you
seen
him?
My
underwear melt each time he walks in the room. Geez, Ally, you have some serious issues.”

I open my mouth to let her know I’m just about ready to resolve them once and for all when I spot Molly and Blair by the entrance.

“What are they doing here?”

“Who cares?” Lauren says, maneuvering me toward the bar. “They just gave you forty bucks.”

“Maybe I can turn around and hire a hit on Blair with the money.”

“She’s not in your league, Ally. Morgan is all yours. Trust me, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. If I didn’t know better I’d swear that boy was in love.”

Morgan, in love? With
me
?

A fire spreads through my body at the thought of Morgan feeling that way.

This is huge. If he feels for me anything close to what I’m starting to feel for him—what I’ve
felt
for him, deep down inside, right from the beginning—then we could have something spectacular in store for the two of us.

Too bad fall semester is breathing down our necks. Too bad Oregon is about as far away as you can get from Massachusetts in this country.

Damn it all to hell, why did I have to fall so hard, so fast?

Morgan

E
ight fucking thousand dollars—
profit
,” I say while driving Ally to the most extravagant hotel Carrington has to offer, and for damn sure it’s not at the Elton House wade-through-your-own-shit-because-I-can’t-fix-the-plumbing Bed and Breakfast. Nope. This place is about as far away from Calamity Cruise as you can get. I checked it out on the Internet before reserving the room this afternoon—a honeymoon suite that overlooks the water.

“Eight grand?” Ally grips her throat like she might choke herself to death. “And what are we doing
here
?” She leans out the window, and takes in the elegant building lit up like a woman in a glittering dress.

“
We
can do anything we like.” Considering it’s three-thirty in the morning, I’m betting sleep is a high probability, but my dick is amped and severely hopeful that it too can find a nice warm place to stay. “Remember, the money got split with Cal. But we still got forty-eight hundred and he took thirty-two. Twenty-four hundred for each of us, sound good?”

“Sounds
too
good.” She licks her lips like a promise as we get out of the truck.

It’s cool out, unnaturally quiet here compared to the riot streaming out of control back at the club. The place looked like shit when we left, and the liquor sold out an hour before closing. Those alone are pretty good signs of things to come, but for now the only thing I want to come is Ally.

We take the elevator up and it opens with a quiet whoosh to a well-carpeted floor that deafens me with its silence as we step into the hall.

“Last room on the right.” I press a kiss in just under her neck. She holds the scent of strawberries, and her neck tastes like cotton candy. Every last part of me is dying to devour her.

“God, it feels like prom.” She giggles a little too long, and I can easily surmise she has a few good drinks under her belt—not so much that she can’t walk a line but just enough to have fun.

I let us into the palatial suite, and Ally sucks in an audible breath at the luxurious accommodations I managed to score. I opted for the full honeymoon package, which included enough candles to burn down half the state, not to mention an explosion of red and pink flower petals. Looks like those pricy rose grenades I threw in as an impulse buy went off as planned.

“Oh my God!” She tosses down her purse and runs to the oversized bed with petals strewn over it in the shape of a heart. She tosses a handful in the air and petals rise around her like confetti. I want to remember her this way, beautiful, happier than I’ve ever seen her, with flowers magically floating around her.

A wall of windows with a view of the Atlantic extends in front of the bed. I’m looking forward to seeing the view in the morning while holding Ally in my arms.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I stride over and dot a kiss on her forehead. “We can crash if that’s what you’re up for. Or, we can pick up where we left off last night and see where words can take us.”

“I’d like that,” she whispers, pressing into me. Her heart races out of control, palpating over my chest like a promise of things to come, hopefully her. “I mean, I like that second part.” She glances down a moment. “I have a confession to make.”

I swallow hard. I’ve always felt there was something she’s been holding back, something lurking just beneath the surface, but I didn’t think she’d give it as bonus material in the heart-to-heart we’re about to have.

“The things I’m going to say”—she gives a series of rapid blinks as if fighting back tears—“I’ve never said to any other guy before. I’ve never wanted to.”

I ride my hands up over her back until our stomachs press tight, and my lips curve because I like where she’s going.

“Morgan”—she strengthens her grip around my waist—“ever since I laid eyes on you, that first night, you’ve had this strange power over my world. In the beginning, you annoyed the living hell out of me, but I soon forgave you because—you were a force to be reckoned with beneath the sheets.”

I tuck a hellish smile into the side of my cheek.

“And now…” She hikes her shoulders up to her chin and holds them there. Her eyes sparkle in this dim light like shards of broken glass. Ally is so damn beautiful I can’t help but openly stare. “You’re all I can think about. I don’t think I’ve met a single guy who’s showered me with so much careful attention, so much kindness, and, well—love.” She lowers her gaze a moment. “Which brings me to my next point. Morgan”—her eyes bear into mine as if she’s just had a tragic realization—“I’ve fallen in love with you.”

A groan of approval vibrates through me as I peel a heated kiss off her lips.

“I love you too, Ally Monroe. Swear to God you’re all I think about. Just being near you drives me insane.”

“You love me?”

She says it so sweetly, seemingly amazed that anyone could feel that way about her. A part of me hurts just hearing her ask the question.

“Yes.” I can barely push the word out. “You’re beautiful, both inside and out. You hold the world in your eyes when you smile—the entire universe is brighter because you’re in it. And, I swear to you, I’ve never said those words to another woman, not even my mother.” I huff a quiet laugh. “We weren’t too quick to throw the
L
word around the house growing up.” I take in a breath and hold it before I drill my point home. “You’re special, Ally. And there’s no one for me but you.”

Her mouth falls open and she runs her fingers through my hair, looking at me as if seeing me for the very first time.

“Morgan.” She hums my name over her lips and my insides quake.

My mouth covers hers with a heated explosion, and our tongues meet up in a wrestling match that fires up my hard-on with a bionic blast.

Ally gives a gentle tug at my shirt before pulling it off alarmingly slowly, as if she were teasing me. I let her fingers reach down to my buckle, and she works her magic until my jeans fall to the floor. I step out of them and pull off her dress, watching her body as it stretches to the ceiling. I take her in with her sexy-as-hell lace bra, memorizing her beauty.

“You’re amazing,” I say, gliding my hands over her hips, dipping my fingers in the lip of her underwear. I lean my head back a moment. It takes everything in me not to turn the party into overdrive and attack her, animal-style.

Ally pulls me down by the neck and kisses me as if her life depended on it—deep-throated, aggressive kisses that assure me sleep is nowhere on the agenda tonight. She swipes her tongue over mine and moans as if doing that alone would be enough for now and forever. Her fingers tug at my boxers until they’re history, and I implement a little trick I learned in high school, causing her bra to fly off her body and shoot clear across the room like a rubber band.

“
Morgan
.” The smile on her face says she’s clearly impressed, but I’m about to excite Ms. Monroe in far more interesting ways with my tongue.

I bend over to retrieve a condom from my jeans and have a change of plans. “While I’m down here.” I press out a dry grin as I drop to my knees and venerate her beauty as she hovers above.

Her jaw goes slack. She’s about to protest, but I flex her panties down past her thighs before she can put up a fight.

“House rules.” I run my hands from her ankles to her thighs in one fell swoop. I press a kiss in just under her belly and trail on down until I hit her moist, wet slick and she gasps. “Ladies first tonight.”

She shakes her head just barely as I plunge a finger deep inside her.

Her neck arches back and her breathing becomes erratic as if she were already there. If nothing happens for her tonight I’m going to have to turn in my man card.

Damn, I want to watch. I touch my thumb to her pleasure zone, and Ally bucks as if I’ve just lit the fuse.

“There you go,” I whisper, my heart jackhammering out of my chest as if it wanted to witness the event itself. “Let’s finish you off, girl. Open for me,” I command as I gently guide her thighs apart. I wrap my arms around her legs and cover her with my mouth.

Oh shit. She’s so fucking sweet—so fucking wet I’d be a lunatic not to have her like this every single night.

Ally grabs ahold of my hair and gives a hard tug, letting me know things are moving in the right direction. I ride my tongue over her—roll her sweet flesh around in my mouth while savoring this moment for later. I ride her faster, stronger until it feels as if I’m about to swallow her whole.

“
Morgan.
” She lets out a series of elongated gasps and scratches the hell out of my scalp in the process. Ally trembles above me, a strangled cry escaping her throat. I keep at it long after her knees lock together and she tries to pry me off. Ally jumps back and falls on the bed in exhaustion.

I crawl up and pull her over me.

“Was that good?” I wrap her legs around me and hold her tight.

“Better than good.” She gives a little laugh. “I’ve never had that happen before.”

“Standing up?” I dip my tongue in her mouth so she can taste how sweet she is.

“Gross.” She laughs. “And no, the event in general.”

“
The
event?” I pull back to get a better look at her.

“Yes, the
main
event.” She lowers her lids as if she’s embarrassed by the fact. “I was an orgasm virgin, well on my way to the Guinness books, and you rudely derailed my world record. Now I’ll forever be after you to repeat the effort.” She runs her fingers through my hair and slips a kiss over each of my eyelids.

“Repeat the effort, I will.” I run my hand down her back and glide over to my favorite spot until I feel her wet slick overflow like a fountain.

“Except not now.” She cinches her legs again. “Right now, I want to return the favor.” Her lips curl to the side. “I wish I knew of something outrageous to do to your body to really make your head spin. I’m sort of low on tricks and treats.”

“You’re all the treat I need.”

Ally slides down my body and runs her finger along the entire length of my dick, and I want to scream because her touch alone has the power to drive me insane. Her warm breath falls over my cock, and I tense with anticipation.

She covers me with her mouth and rides me up and down, wrenching a groan from my gut that aches for miles. Her hair splays over my body, and I reach down and grip my fingers into the length of it. Ally glides a hand around my balls and massages me into a pitch-perfect nirvana. My enthusiasm for her efforts is about to explode in a biological fucking good way.

“Holy shit,” I hiss, tipping my head back for a moment. It hasn’t even been a minute and I’m ready to blow sky high from the insanity she’s inspired. “Ally.” I try to pull her off but she won’t relent. “Ally, you can stop.” I snatch the condom up and tear it open with my teeth. I pull back and put it on before rolling her onto her back. “This is what I want,” I pant as I climb over her. “I want you. I want to be inside you.”

She gives a little grin as she calls me down with her curled finger. Ally grabs ahold of me and guides me in.

“Morgan.” She gives it in a heated whisper.

“I’m right here, babe.” I singe her lips with a kiss. “Do you want this?” I ask as I press into her body. She lets out a groan that’s far more effective than words.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want this.” She looks up at me with those lawn-green eyes. “I want
us
.”

Us. And there it is. Ally wants us. If she wants us as much as I do, I’d say we’re in a really good place, at least until fall rolls around, but I’m not giving that buzz kill another single thought. Nope. Instead I press in and my dick throbs from pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight.” The words tremble out of me. I push in deep inside of her and watch as her lips part in ecstasy. Her eyelids flutter as I glide in and out, slow and easy, as if I were trying to kill us both from anticipation. “I love you so much it hurts,” I whisper in her ear as I lose myself in the assault.

It hurts to love her because in a few short weeks this very simple act will be near impossible to replicate. I reach down and lash my tongue over her neck, riding it in one hot slick all the way to her ear. Ally writhes beneath me. Her hips press in against mine as if she’s coming along for the ride.

I heave over her in a fit of delirium. There’s no way in hell I can ever leave Ally. She needs me, and I need her in the worst fucking way.