“Tell me you’ll never do that shit again,” he growled. He nipped at the vulnerable curve of her neck and caught her shudder.
“I won’t.”
“Tell me again why you came after me tonight.”
Her face reflected the truth. Her voice was a whisper of sound. “Because I didn’t want you to hurt. Because the idea of you in pain broke my heart. Because you mean something to me.”
Fierce satisfaction slammed through him. “Good. That’s exactly how I feel about you. Now I’m going to fuck you until you know I’m not going anywhere.”
He donned the condom in record time and pushed between her thighs. His eyes rolled back in his head as her tight, wet heat clenched around his dick in a silken vise. Keeping her legs spread and her back pinned against the wall, he rolled his hips and took her hard with short, violent thrusts. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers curling and her nails sinking into his flesh, crying his name over and over in a chant that urged him on. Faster, harder, he claimed her as his and felt the spasms clutch her body as she fell into climax. A low, guttural moan ripped from her throat. He swallowed it whole, fucking her mouth as fully as her body, and captured every glorious convulsion that wracked her.
His kiss gentled as she came down from her orgasm. He was still hard inside her, so he lifted her up so her head slumped over his shoulder and her legs wrapped tight around his hips. Cal carried her out of the shower and to the bed, laying her down on the satin quilt without breaking contact.
Her eyes drowsily opened. An ocean of blue trapped his gaze. “I thought you couldn’t have sex when you were drunk. I thought it didn’t work.”
God, she was adorable. He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips. “False. In fact, you’re in for a hell of a night. I have whiskey dick.”
She blinked. “Sounds serious.”
He nipped at her earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “It is. Means I can go for hours without coming. Means I intend to devour you inch by inch and make you come so many times, you beg me to stop.”
Pure lust dilated her pupils. She tightened her muscles around him and dragged out a groan. “Bring it.”
And right then and there, Cal dove out of the plane in a free fall that stole his breath and pumped him full of adrenaline.
He fell in love with Morgan Raines.
With a savage groan, he took her lips and plumbed the sweet treasure while his fingers tweaked her hard nipples. She twisted underneath him and ran her hands over his body, stroking his ass and hips, digging her fingers into his thighs as she asked for more of him.
Cal pulled out, ignoring her broken protests, and slid down her body. Kissing her stomach, nibbling at her belly button, he used his thumbs to part her swollen lips and gazed at the pretty pink folds glistening for him. Using his tongue, he licked her, swirling just enough pressure around her clit to bring her to the edge and keep her there. Adding two fingers, he pumped in and out in slow strokes until she pushed up for more, grabbing his head to force him to give her more pressure. He chuckled and scraped his teeth against her clit, never slowing his motions. Finally he felt her body tighten and shudder in delicious torment. Curling his fingers, he hit her sweet spot and sucked hard on her clit.
She came in his mouth.
Feeling like a conqueror, he drank in the very last of her climax until she collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard.
“Cal, oh, my God. Cal, I can’t take any more. It’s too good.”
He looked up at her sweet, naked body and slowly smiled.
“Not done.”
He flipped her over. Placed her on her knees. And plunged into her pussy.
Her scream was heaven to his ears. Grasping her hips, he pumped in and out, holding her at an angle where her G-spot was stimulated. Sensitive from her last two orgasms, she shook beneath him, pleasure and pain twisting together to give her the sweet edge he wanted, and with one final buck, he owned her final orgasm.
This time Cal let himself go over with her. Body stiff, he threw his head back and let go, spilling his seed and giving himself up to the raw tendrils of satisfaction seeping through him. He collapsed on top of her, catching his breath, and managed to roll to the side to avoid crushing her.
She buried herself into his arms, limbs entangled with his, cheek resting on his chest.
Finally she spoke in a dazed slur.
“Anytime you want to go drinking, feel free. The benefits are amazing.”
He laughed and hugged her close.
“I need aspirin.”
“I need more coffee. Why’d you drink the last cup?”
“Dude, I gave you the bigger mug. My head is throbbing, and all I could find is Tylenol. I need something stronger.”
Tristan tried to snort but ended up rubbing his temple. “Maybe if you didn’t drink your coffee with all that froufrou cream you like, you’d get more of an effect.”
Dalton glared from across the island. “Really? You’re gonna try and pick a fight with me over cream in my coffee? And you call me immature.”
Morgan tamped down a chuckle and slapped down two pills in front of Dalton. “Take these. They work.” Dalton quickly chugged them down with water. “I’ll make pancakes and bacon. There’s another pot of coffee brewing.”
“Yes!” Dalton softly cheered. “No eggs, though—
I’ll puke.”
“Can I have my bacon extra crispy?” Tristan piped up.
“Yes, but you both have to clean up the kitchen. I hate dishes.”
“Deal,” they both agreed.
Morgan found the frying pan and set out the ingredients. Humming under her breath, she maneuvered around the kitchen in bare feet, yoga pants, and a pink T-shirt. A few weeks ago, she had begun stuffing some extra clothes in the top drawer of the bedroom bureau. Just in case. She tried not to think too much of it, but slowly realized the spare outfit had been joined by bras, panties, and pj’s. After all, Morgan never knew when Cal’s brothers would be around. She refused to be caught in the walk of shame. Balin and Gandalf lay in front of her, hoping to catch a crumb or two. She’d already let them out and fed them breakfast.