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Chapter Eight

Sawyer wasn’t sure what he’d done to get this lucky. He’d been allowed to take Nia out of Rhode Island, bring her to a whole other state, and keep her for an extended period of time. He had the most beautiful woman on the planet sitting on top of his hips right now with her hand doing amazing things to his cock. The gates of Heaven had been opened and he’d been welcomed right on in.

Hold up.

He lifted his casted arm then pressed his hand to his chest, searching for his heartbeat. He found it, thudding rhythmically behind his ribs. Air came into his lungs on each inhale and rushed out on each exhale, but was it all a trick?

“Hey.” Morgan’s voice made him snap his gaze to her face. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Am I?”

“Huh?”

“Everything has been so perfect today,” he said. “Like too perfect, and I’m considering the fact that perhaps I’m dead. Maybe that truck that hit me in Minnesota took me out and this is all some Heaven I’ve created for myself.”

Morgan’s laugh shook her body atop his and shit, her wiggling ass felt good against his thighs. “I’m honored you’d think I’d be a part of your version of Heaven, Sawyer, but you are very much alive right now.” She tweaked his nipple and he flinched.

“Ouch!” He rubbed his nipple. “Okay, that felt real.”

“How about this?” Morgan slid down his legs, lowered her head, and licked the underside of his arousal, pulling a gasp out of him. “Or this?” She kissed the tip then took him fully into her mouth, her tongue stroking him.

Fuck . . .

Yeah, he definitely was alive, but honestly, if he were dead right now, he wouldn’t mind. The things this woman made him feel were unlike anything he’d ever experienced. And it was more than the fact that she was sucking him to an inevitably powerful release right now. It had to do with every moment he’d spent with her so far. The way she’d interacted with Nia all day had been one long turn-on for him. He could easily have seen other women he’d been with pitching a fit that he’d brought a four-year-old kid along on a trip like this.

But Morgan hadn’t. She’d immediately gotten on board. She’d realized how important spending time with Nia was to him and, therefore, it had become important to her too. How could he not find that incredibly attractive?

Morgan shifted a bit and that was it for him. He exploded into her hot, wet mouth, his fingers threading into her silky hair. When she released him and licked her lips, he nearly came again.

“I knew the pajamas portion of this night was going to be fun,” he said.

She angled her hands at herself. “But I’m the only one wearing pajamas.”

“Yeah, let’s fix that.” He tugged on her shirt. “As much as I love you in this, I need to see all of you.”

She sat back and lifted her arms as he rose up to peel off her shirt. Morgan folded it carefully, setting it at the foot of the bed. “That’s my favorite shirt. I don’t want it to end up in a wrinkled ball on the floor.”

Sawyer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. “Do you have Anchors shirts with other players’ names on them?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Just yours.”

“Good.” He coasted his uncasted hand down the front of her body, making sure his fingertips grazed her taut nipples. He traced along the waistband of her underwear then slid his hand into the back, cupping her ass. “Time to lose these.”

Morgan rose, letting him slide the blue lace panties down her thighs. She maneuvered them off her legs, not appearing to care where they landed, unlike the T-shirt.

Sawyer’s fingers did some more roaming over her phenomenal body, eventually diving in to explore her depths until she writhed with desire and he was rock hard again.

After reaching for the condom packet on the bedspread, Morgan tore it open and rolled it onto his dick. Keeping her gaze firmly on his, she slid her body along his, her breasts dragging up his chest. She nipped his bottom lip a few times before going in for a more serious kiss.

He could get drunk off a kiss like that. Resting his hands on Morgan’s hips, he allowed himself to be consumed by her. Normally, he liked to drive this bus, but Morgan at the wheel was a sight to behold. Her long brown waves of hair tickled his chest as they framed her face and she leaned over him. Her slim body undulated atop his as she took the kiss to deeper levels.

By the time she accepted his cock into her, Sawyer was half gone already. Feeling how tightly she fit around him, how perfectly she surrounded him, how she fucking blew his mind when she started moving with him inside her . . . God, he needed to do this again and again.

They found their rhythm, moving together in ways that felt predestined. Sawyer had to focus on not shouting and waking up Nia by announcing how great he felt right now.

Finally Morgan spasmed around him, and that was it for him. The floodgates opened and he found his release as she guided them both through the wild ride. With a final shudder, she collapsed on top of him.

“Having to be quiet ups the difficulty level,” she whispered against his chest.