We take the elevator up and it opens with a quiet whoosh to a well-carpeted floor that deafens me with its silence as we step into the hall.
“Last room on the right.” I press a kiss in just under her neck. She holds the scent of strawberries, and her neck tastes like cotton candy. Every last part of me is dying to devour her.
“God, it feels like prom.” She giggles a little too long, and I can easily surmise she has a few good drinks under her belt—not so much that she can’t walk a line but just enough to have fun.
I let us into the palatial suite, and Ally sucks in an audible breath at the luxurious accommodations I managed to score. I opted for the full honeymoon package, which included enough candles to burn down half the state, not to mention an explosion of red and pink flower petals. Looks like those pricy rose grenades I threw in as an impulse buy went off as planned.
“Oh my God!” She tosses down her purse and runs to the oversized bed with petals strewn over it in the shape of a heart. She tosses a handful in the air and petals rise around her like confetti. I want to remember her this way, beautiful, happier than I’ve ever seen her, with flowers magically floating around her.
A wall of windows with a view of the Atlantic extends in front of the bed. I’m looking forward to seeing the view in the morning while holding Ally in my arms.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I stride over and dot a kiss on her forehead. “We can crash if that’s what you’re up for. Or, we can pick up where we left off last night and see where words can take us.”
“I’d like that,” she whispers, pressing into me. Her heart races out of control, palpating over my chest like a promise of things to come, hopefully her. “I mean, I like that second part.” She glances down a moment. “I have a confession to make.”
I swallow hard. I’ve always felt there was something she’s been holding back, something lurking just beneath the surface, but I didn’t think she’d give it as bonus material in the heart-to-heart we’re about to have.
“The things I’m going to say”—she gives a series of rapid blinks as if fighting back tears—“I’ve never said to any other guy before. I’ve never wanted to.”
I ride my hands up over her back until our stomachs press tight, and my lips curve because I like where she’s going.
“Morgan”—she strengthens her grip around my waist—“ever since I laid eyes on you, that first night, you’ve had this strange power over my world. In the beginning, you annoyed the living hell out of me, but I soon forgave you because—you were a force to be reckoned with beneath the sheets.”
I tuck a hellish smile into the side of my cheek.
“And now…” She hikes her shoulders up to her chin and holds them there. Her eyes sparkle in this dim light like shards of broken glass. Ally is so damn beautiful I can’t help but openly stare. “You’re all I can think about. I don’t think I’ve met a single guy who’s showered me with so much careful attention, so much kindness, and, well—love.” She lowers her gaze a moment. “Which brings me to my next point. Morgan”—her eyes bear into mine as if she’s just had a tragic realization—“I’ve fallen in love with you.”
A groan of approval vibrates through me as I peel a heated kiss off her lips.
“I love you too, Ally Monroe. Swear to God you’re all I think about. Just being near you drives me insane.”
“You love me?”
She says it so sweetly, seemingly amazed that anyone could feel that way about her. A part of me hurts just hearing her ask the question.
“Yes.” I can barely push the word out. “You’re beautiful, both inside and out. You hold the world in your eyes when you smile—the entire universe is brighter because you’re in it. And, I swear to you, I’ve never said those words to another woman, not even my mother.” I huff a quiet laugh. “We weren’t too quick to throw the L word around the house growing up.” I take in a breath and hold it before I drill my point home. “You’re special, Ally. And there’s no one for me but you.”
Her mouth falls open and she runs her fingers through my hair, looking at me as if seeing me for the very first time.
“Morgan.” She hums my name over her lips and my insides quake.
My mouth covers hers with a heated explosion, and our tongues meet up in a wrestling match that fires up my hard-on with a bionic blast.
Ally gives a gentle tug at my shirt before pulling it off alarmingly slowly, as if she were teasing me. I let her fingers reach down to my buckle, and she works her magic until my jeans fall to the floor. I step out of them and pull off her dress, watching her body as it stretches to the ceiling. I take her in with her sexy-as-hell lace bra, memorizing her beauty.
“You’re amazing,” I say, gliding my hands over her hips, dipping my fingers in the lip of her underwear. I lean my head back a moment. It takes everything in me not to turn the party into overdrive and attack her, animal-style.
Ally pulls me down by the neck and kisses me as if her life depended on it—deep-throated, aggressive kisses that assure me sleep is nowhere on the agenda tonight. She swipes her tongue over mine and moans as if doing that alone would be enough for now and forever. Her fingers tug at my boxers until they’re history, and I implement a little trick I learned in high school, causing her bra to fly off her body and shoot clear across the room like a rubber band.
“Morgan.” The smile on her face says she’s clearly impressed, but I’m about to excite Ms. Monroe in far more interesting ways with my tongue.
I bend over to retrieve a condom from my jeans and have a change of plans. “While I’m down here.” I press out a dry grin as I drop to my knees and venerate her beauty as she hovers above.
Her jaw goes slack. She’s about to protest, but I flex her panties down past her thighs before she can put up a fight.
“House rules.” I run my hands from her ankles to her thighs in one fell swoop. I press a kiss in just under her belly and trail on down until I hit her moist, wet slick and she gasps. “Ladies first tonight.”
She shakes her head just barely as I plunge a finger deep inside her.
Her neck arches back and her breathing becomes erratic as if she were already there. If nothing happens for her tonight I’m going to have to turn in my man card.
Damn, I want to watch. I touch my thumb to her pleasure zone, and Ally bucks as if I’ve just lit the fuse.
“There you go,” I whisper, my heart jackhammering out of my chest as if it wanted to witness the event itself. “Let’s finish you off, girl. Open for me,” I command as I gently guide her thighs apart. I wrap my arms around her legs and cover her with my mouth.
Oh shit. She’s so fucking sweet—so fucking wet I’d be a lunatic not to have her like this every single night.
Ally grabs ahold of my hair and gives a hard tug, letting me know things are moving in the right direction. I ride my tongue over her—roll her sweet flesh around in my mouth while savoring this moment for later. I ride her faster, stronger until it feels as if I’m about to swallow her whole.
“Morgan.” She lets out a series of elongated gasps and scratches the hell out of my scalp in the process. Ally trembles above me, a strangled cry escaping her throat. I keep at it long after her knees lock together and she tries to pry me off. Ally jumps back and falls on the bed in exhaustion.
I crawl up and pull her over me.
“Was that good?” I wrap her legs around me and hold her tight.
“Better than good.” She gives a little laugh. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
“Standing up?” I dip my tongue in her mouth so she can taste how sweet she is.
“Gross.” She laughs. “And no, the event in general.”
“The event?” I pull back to get a better look at her.
“Yes, the main event.” She lowers her lids as if she’s embarrassed by the fact. “I w
as an orgasm virgin, well on my way to the Guinness books, and you rudely derailed my world record. Now I’ll forever be after you to repeat the effort.” She runs her fingers through my hair and slips a kiss over each of my eyelids.
“Repeat the effort, I will.” I run my hand down her back and glide over to my favorite spot until I feel her wet slick overflow like a fountain.
“Except not now.” She cinches her legs again. “Right now, I want to return the favor.” Her lips curl to the side. “I wish I knew of something outrageous to do to your body to really make your head spin. I’m sort of low on tricks and treats.”
“You’re all the treat I need.”
Ally slides down my body and runs her finger along the entire length of my dick, and I want to scream because her touch alone has the power to drive me insane. Her warm breath falls over my cock, and I tense with anticipation.
She covers me with her mouth and rides me up and down, wrenching a groan from my gut that aches for miles. Her hair splays over my body, and I reach down and grip my fingers into the length of it. Ally glides a hand around my balls and massages me into a pitch-perfect nirvana. My enthusiasm for her efforts is about to explode in a biological fucking good way.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, tipping my head back for a moment. It hasn’t even been a minute and I’m ready to blow sky high from the insanity she’s inspired. “Ally.” I try to pull her off but she won’t relent. “Ally, you can stop.” I snatch the condom up and tear it open with my teeth. I pull back and put it on before rolling her onto her back. “This is what I want,” I pant as I climb over her. “I want you. I want to be inside you.”
She gives a little grin as she calls me down with her curled finger. Ally grabs ahold of me and guides me in.
“Morgan.” She gives it in a heated whisper.
“I’m right here, babe.” I singe her lips with a kiss. “Do you want this?” I ask as I press into her body. She lets out a groan that’s far more effective than words.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want this.” She looks up at me with those lawn-green eyes. “I want us.”
Us. And there it is. Ally wants us. If she wants us as much as I do, I’d say we’re in a really good place, at least until fall rolls around, but I’m not giving that buzz kill another single thought. Nope. Instead I press in and my dick throbs from pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight.” The words tremble out of me. I push in deep inside of her and watch as her lips part in ecstasy. Her eyelids flutter as I glide in and out, slow and easy, as if I were trying to kill us both from anticipation. “I love you so much it hurts,” I whisper in her ear as I lose myself in the assault.
It hurts to love her because in a few short weeks this very simple act will be near impossible to replicate. I reach down and lash my tongue over her neck, riding it in one hot slick all the way to her ear. Ally writhes beneath me. Her hips press in against mine as if she’s coming along for the ride.
I heave over her in a fit of delirium. There’s no way in hell I can ever leave Ally. She needs me, and I need her in the worst fucking way.
I peak deep inside her body and tremble in a perfect moment that turns this bed, this entire damn hotel into the type of paradise I’ve only dreamed about. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this impossibly satisfied before. I think those three magic words took us to a whole new level that neither of us expected.
“That was great,” she bleats as I collapse over her.
“That was fucking fantastic,” I pant.
Nope. I can’t leave Ally Monroe.
We’re going to make this work. I can feel it.
I just haven’t figured out how.
A splash of uninvited sunshine penetrates the honeymoon suite where Ally and I unofficially moved our Facebook status to “in a relationship.”
I groan and pull the sheets up over our heads.
“You’re still here.” I say it groggily, trying to sound sarcastic, but it comes out just this side of an insult.
“You sound disappointed, Mr. Jordan.” Ally glows like a soft peach as she gives an impish grin. Her mascara is smudged to the point of igniting another boner in me before I have the chance to stretch into a new day.
“Nope, not disappointed. It’s just this is the part where you usually morph into Molly.”
She gives a playful slap to my chest as she laughs. Ally rips the sheet off of us in the event I was having difficulty identifying her.
“But I’m glad you’re you.” I pull her in tightly and land a playful kiss over her lips. My hands ride lower between her thighs until my fingers land in the warmth of her body. Ally bends her neck back. Her mouth opens with a gasp.
Her hair is wet, and tiny beads of water run down her back.
“You took a shower?” I dip my hand between her legs, working my thumb over her slick folds until she groans.
“Had to.” She pants, brushing over my ear with her teeth. “You defiled me.”
“Trying to show me up in the hygiene department?” I run my hand up until I’m cupping her soft tit. I dip down and land my mouth on her quivering flesh, running my tongue over her sugared nipple until she’s nice and hard. “I’m going to bite you.” I graze her with my teeth and pull at her until she’s stretched beneath me at least an inch.
“Ouch,” she says softly. “And, oddly, it kind of feels good.”
“I think you’re going to like all the ways I plan on hurting you.” I gently flip her onto her stomach and ride my finger down her backside before slowly inserting it into her bottom. She’s so tight, I’m pretty sure there’s no hope of my plan taking flight.
“Out, now.” She says it sternly, like she might rip my balls off if I don’t comply. She turns her head slightly to look at me. “That’s a no-fly zone, buddy.”
“Got it.” I prop her up on her knees and take a seat behind her to enjoy the view. Ally’s pink folds glisten in the morning light, calling out to me like candy.
“What now?” She sounds less than slightly amused.
“I’m in the mood for breakfast.” I land a soft kiss over the most intimate part of her, and her body writhes with pleasure. I raise her even higher and indulge in another series of clean sweeps with my tongue that leave her audibly moaning like a dove. “Is this a no-fly zone, Ally?” I plunge my tongue deep inside her, and she lets out a strangled cry. “Do you like this?” I glance over at her with her lips scraping against the pillow as if she were in pain. “I can’t hear you.” I touch my lips to her moist flesh and she flexes as if she’s just about there. “I can hold out like this all day if you want. What’s the magic word, Ally?”
“Please,” she whispers into the pillow.
I trace my lips over her thighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, dammit, please.” She gives a hard twist, and I almost drop her. I land her softly on the bed and turn her around—the look of disappointment rife on her face.
“You did say please.” I give a wicked grin as I push her knees apart and swim down toward her thighs once again. “Get up on your elbows.” I instruct and she’s quick to comply; her chest rises and falls like a catastrophic event is about to unfold. “You’re going to watch, Ally. And if you don’t, I’m going to enter the no-fly zone, and I’m betting you’ll like it.”
“Right.” She squints as if calling out my bluff. “You need safe words for places like that, and we don’t even have a safe word,” she says, looking cute as hell, and it takes everything in me not to laugh.
“The safe word is faster.”
“Faster?” Her eyes widen. “That doesn’t sound like a safe word.”
“No it doesn’t, so I suggest you do as you’re told.” I dip my mouth down over her belly, dropping down past her soft curls before hitting the slick I’ve been craving to get back to. I glance up and her eyes enlarge as if shocked to see me. My tongue finds a home over her, and
I roll her around in my mouth, never wanting to stop. Her hips swivel as she moans with a satisfying rhythm.
I glance up and she’s right there at full attention, unable to take her eyes off mine.
“Faster?” I ask, holding back a smile.
“Faster?” She looks perplexed. “No, no, not faster.” She intensifies her gaze just this side of a glare. “Jordan, you are going to pay for this.”
“I hope so.” I push in with a heated kiss before flicking my tongue over her until she lets out a scream that sounds like an entire choir has been waiting to erupt from her vocal cords since the beginning of time.
“Morgan.” She groans, putting me in a headlock with her knees.
She turns to the side, and I swim up beside her.
“You did good.” I melt a kiss over her lips and die a little.
Ally Monroe.
The breakfast of champions.
9
ROCK BOTTOM
Ally
To say that Morgan and I have taken flight on a shooting star that burns with passion would be propagating a lie. We are so much more than that, bolstering ourselves higher and higher, and for sure neither of us ever wants to come back down to earth.
On Thursday night, Rock Bottom is pumping like a hot New York nightclub that people actually fly in to visit. Morgan tried to lure me back to the honeymoon suite the last few nights, but I assured him I’d rather save the money and give Kendall and Cruise a run for theirs. Suffice it to say, we’ve tested the mattress springs back at the cabin and created our own heartbeat into the night with the clatter of the headboard.
I’m chatting it up with Steven at the bar when I spot Tess barreling toward me, her blonde hair whipping through the establishment like a flame.
“Here we go,” I whisper. This can’t be good.
“Well, hello there, sis!” She says it with a bitchy smile on her face like she’s about to impale me with one of the whiskey bottles within reach. I scuttle away from the bar. “Leaving so soon? Aren’t you going to give me a warm welcome? Perhaps a guided tour?” Her eyes widen as she pulls me in by the elbow. “Kit was nice enough to let me in on your little secret when I asked why we had eight different girls call in sick on the same night.”