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)
I know the answer, but it’s still important to me to ask.
“Everything okay?” Morgan asks from his place by the Mustang.
“Yeah, it’s Rhett. He messaged to call me a workaholic. I can’t believe he reached out first.”
I glance over at Morgan to see his reaction, but he just gives me a small smile. “Guess he knows you’re a good man and that anything you said is because you care about him.”
Which doesn’t come as a shock to me. I do think Rhett knows I care about him, in the only way he can understand it.
“I invited him to help,” I tell Morgan just as my phone alerts me to another message.
Rhett: I can’t. I have stuff to do. We’re good, though. Talk soon.
“Is he coming?” Morgan asks. I cock a brow in response, and he chuckles. “Stupid question.”
“Yes…we all know how stubborn the three of you can be.” I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, the truth teasing my thoughts. “But thank you.”
“For being okay with him coming to help?”
I shake my head. “For talking to Rhett for me.” I don’t know how I know that Morgan did, but there’s not a part of me that doubts it. Maybe it’s because of his response when we talked about Rhett the other night, coupled with Rhett messaging out of the blue, but the reason I heard from Rhett today is because of the man in my arms, and that means something to me. It means everything to me.
Morgan sighs. “I wasn’t going to tell you.”
“You don’t have to. I know you as well as I know myself.”
He nods and kisses my temple. “But he messaged because of you, not me. Because you’re important to Rhett.”
“Wow…you didn’t even burst into flames when you said that.”
He tugs at his shirt. “I’m feeling a little hot under the collar. Maybe it will still happen.” We laugh together, Morgan’s hold on me tightening. “I’m serious, Dust. He cares about you. We’re fucked up.”
How many times has he said that to me? I hate that he feels it’s true. “You’re traumatized. There’s a difference. And I know he does. Just like I know you love me.”
We kiss, and then I can’t help but drop to my knees and blow him. He’s sexy and mine and he talked to Rhett for me.
Once I swallow his salty load, we get back to work. And while I feel higher than I ever have, I can’t seem to shake the dull ache of melancholy. Moving is a huge deal. I’ll get over it and settle in, but I didn’t expect it to linger in everything I do.
We stay at the shop for a few more hours before heading home. We’re making a roast and potatoes for dinner, so we shower and then get it started right away.
Morgan moves around me in the kitchen, the two of us bumping into each other, handing over a spoon or some salt. Being with him like this helps to hide the sadness, makes it less noticeable.
I have Morgan now, and there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than him.
When it’s almost time for my parents to arrive, Morgan leans against the counter and pulls me close. He cups my face, then slides his hand to rest on my nape, fingers threading through the hair at the back of my head. “Are you nervous?”
“A little bit. I know they’ll be upset—not as in angry. They’ll just miss me.”
Morgan drops his forehead to mine, his breath whispering across my lips. “We can figure something out…long distance or—”
“No. I want to be with you. I just fucking got you. I’m not going to have us separated now.”
He sighs, a heaviness to it that worries me. “Thank you. For loving me the way you do.”
In response, I press my lips to his, then seek entrance with my tongue. Morgan gives it to me, my hands moving to his hips, holding him tightly enough that I could leave bruises behind. I don’t ever want to let him go.
Morgan’s tongue dances with mine, but we don’t get to play nearly as much as I’d like because there’s a knock at the door.
“Cockblocked by my parents,” I tease, earning a chuckle from Morgan.
He adjusts his erection, and I do the same before heading to the door. Morgan grabs my wrist before I can go far. “I love you, Dusty.”
“I know.” I wink, he lets go, and I let my parents in.
Mom playfully pushes right past me. “I see you all the time. I want to see Morgan.”
They meet each other halfway, arms around each other. He closes his eyes, hugging her tightly, burying his face in her hair.
“I missed you so much, you silly boy. I can’t believe you haven’t come to visit,” Mom tells him.
“I know. I’m sorry. I messed up. It won’t happen again. I know how lucky I am to have your family.” He nuzzles her again, the way someone would do to their own mother, and while I’m sure Allison is in the back of his head, it’s also because he’s always loved my mom so much.