Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He tilts my head up, offering a small grin. “That can be arranged—both things. But please tell me you know that it’s you for me. That it’s always been you for me, and it always will be. I never even tried to stop loving you because I know I can’t and don’t want to.”
My heart punches against my chest, his words sinking into me, penetrating even more of my armor. I feel what he said against my skin, like the way his fingertips dance all over my body.
“Damn…you really love me.” I kiss his cheek, rub my face against his, the way he did to me.
“I do.”
Sobering, I pull us apart, just enough so I can look in his sea-blue eyes. “I love you more than anything in this whole fucking world, Dusty James, even though I haven’t always been good at showing it. You deserve better than that, but now that you’re mine, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“Just don’t ever walk away from me again. That’s all I need.”
“I won’t,” I promise. “Wanna help me take my stuff into your house now?”
He nods. “Our house. It’ll be our place here when we come back to visit.”
Because Dusty is leaving…for me. Leaving his home and what he loves. Jesus, I really don’t deserve him. “I like that.”
We grab the bags and head inside, both of us taking our shoes off in the entryway.
“Ugh. I smell like Pretty Girl,” I say.
Dusty frowns, before it hits him what I’m talking about. “I’ve never seen East share how freely he loves anything the way he does that dog. Well, except…”
“Except Ella. You can say it.”
“Except Ella,” he says, then swats my ass. “Go shower. Then we’ll get to that fucking you were talking about. I can’t wait to have you in my bed every night.” His hand goes to my hip, pushing up under my shirt and tickling the skin there.
“I can’t wait either. You got stuff for me?”
“Anything you might need is under the sink. I plan to fuck you pretty thoroughly, so be ready.”
“Christ, Dust. I can’t believe this bossy sex god has been hiding inside you.”
He winks. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
There’s not a part of me that doubts him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dusty
I’m trying not to let my conversation with Rhett bring down my night with Morgan. I like being the person he comes to when he needs someone. That’s one of the things I’ve wondered about the most the last ten years. Morgan doesn’t let people in, so who did he go to? Who was there for him when he needed someone? Apparently, no one.
But now he has me again, and there’s nothing I want more than to be that person for him.
My gaze finds the remaining bag in the living room. I probably shouldn’t be happy that he’s moving in with me. A better man might be thinking about how improving his relationship with his dad is the most important thing, but I’m selfish when it comes to Morgan. Knowing he will be in my bed every night is more than I could have hoped for.
I stall for a little while, giving him time, then lock up the house, turn off the lights, grab his bag, and go to my room. It’s early, but I doubt we’ll make it out of bed after I fuck him—and I need to fuck him, need to lose myself in his body over and over until I hammer into my brain that he really is mine.
I smile at the sound of the shower as I set his suitcase by the closet door. I’ve already showered, so I strip out of my clothes, leave only the nightstand light on, and get into bed.
Morgan left the door open, and I can see him standing naked under the spray. Blood heads toward my groin, dick beginning to plump as I give it a slow, easy stroke. He’s so fucking beautiful—all that golden skin, dark hair, muscles, and that dark fur on his chest and legs. My head spins just looking at him, heart thumping too hard and body already on the verge of losing control. I don’t know why my reaction to Morgan is this strong, why he’s such a part of me, living in every corner of my soul, but he does, and I don’t ever want to evict him.
Morgan ducks his head under the water again, then looks at me, smiling at me through the glass. He turns off the water, gets out, and grabs a towel. My hand continues to move up and down my shaft, the two of us watching each other while he dries off.
He rubs the towel between his legs, and his dick, which was hanging soft above his balls, is beginning to plump up. He dries his back, his ass, then down his legs.