teeth, in that skilled manner guys have. My muscles flex as I watch him roll the rubber down his swollen shaft.
Kissing me at the same time, he slides into me. We both sigh in relief at the same time. I lean up and kiss his neck, his jaw, and then capture his lips with mine. “I can now say I love everything about you, Morganna,” Stone growls.
“And I love everything about you.”
He slides in and out of me at an infuriatingly slow pace.
“I’ll love you even more if you fuck me like you mean it.”
He shakes his head, but the dominant man obeys me. He makes love to me and fucks me in this proverbial balance of perfection like no one ever has before. When we come at the same time, I know I’ll never get enough of this man. I want to keep him all to myself. Sometimes one good lay is all it takes to convince your heart of the feelings that were there for quite some time. Luckily for me, what Stone and I have between us is so much more than blistering passion—it’s called staying power.
San Diego wasn’t going to be a vacation at all. It would be the beginning of the most monumental love story of all time. “I’m gonna tattoo your name on my chest,” Stone whispers into the shadowy room.
“Don’t do that! It’s a bad omen,” I laugh. I’m from the south, I believe in the weird superstitions. All of them.
“Nothing can be bad as long as you’re mine,” he replies.
CHAPTER FIVE
Steve
Present
I DON’T WANT to look like a complete asshole, but if it does appear that way, I can always just explain that I’m concerned for M’s safety. Phillipe, Morganna’s assistant, finally got around to viewing the security footage from the night the side door was destroyed. Guess what else was destroyed? The fucking video footage. It was worse than a television from the 1980’s—all squiggly black and white lines with flashes of the door every few minutes. Basically, it was useless. After convincing her to upgrade her system, I chalked it up to faulty equipment and moved on. It would be completely warranted to just check-in today. It’s what a good best friend would do.
Morganna has another date with Alex today. Which brings their date total up to three. To say I’m shocked she hasn’t kicked him to the curb is a testament to my own willpower.
Wait, why the fuck is he still around? I truly have no clue. Part of me thinks it’s just to prove me wrong, or maybe to prove herself wrong. Perhaps it’s to prove the whole damn world wrong. She’s switched teams, she’s going after the Betas. He’s taking her out on a sailboat to go floating around or some other slow-mo, mind numbing activity.
In other words, I’m positive Morg will be bored out of her fucking mind. A couple of my buddies are going out on my boat with me. It’s a boat of a different variety—the speeding, adrenaline-pumping kind. If we happen to see Morganna and Alex while we’re out, it will look completely harmless. I’ll hold my tongue, wish them a great day, and offer to cream their backs with sunblock before I speed off. Phillipe called to tell me that she left the house, because I asked him to, so I know my timing is perfect. He also mentioned she has a Saturday video conference and she’ll be back at her home office before 4 p.m. Currently, the guys are checking supplies on the boat, filling the cooler, and getting ready to push back.
I toss the bottle of sunblock to Mav. “When is the last time you’ve been out on the water?” Maverick laughs, shifting drinks around in the cooler.
“Almost every day of my fucking life. You’re lucky I agreed to come out with you. I try to avoid all non-essential boating these days. How do you still call this fun? Keep me dry. Keep me happy,” Mav says. His sentiment is common among SEALs. When you get wet and sandy as a profession, you generally avoid cold water like the plague. Then there are the lifers who can’t get enough of the sea water blasting in our faces. I love it. I can’t help it. It probably helped me get through training when I was miserable and wet, my clothes crispy stiff from being soaked in salt water and drying in the hot, blazing sun. I’m not a masochist by any stretch