30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) (19 page)

“Sshh.”

He chuckles at my response. I slide off the bed and get undressed. I make sure he can hear my clothes rustling to the floor. I even move around the room so I can watch his head try to follow my sounds. His cock pulses at every move at make. I know he wants me. I know he’s dying to know what I’m doing.
The same way I do when I’m blindfolded and restrained.

The bed dips as I press my knee into it and the muscles in his abdomen flinch. I move again and his cock rises. I climb off the bed and I see his jaw clench.
I want to laugh.

I come around the side of the bed and climb on quickly. I lean over and flick my tongue over his nipple. His sharp intake of breath is the exact reaction I was going for. I do the same to his other nipple and then trail my tongue down his stomach and lick into his belly button. I barely brush my lips over the head of his dick. His arms jerk against the restraints.

“Are you excited, Cameron?” I whisper against his lips.

“Untie me.”

“Not a chance.”

I straddle him and position myself so that my nipple is right at his lips. I push forward and the moment it touches his lips, he devours it. He sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the hard peak. I arch against him and let him lave each nipple, holding his head to me. I’m desperate to have his hands on me. Squeezing me. Touching me. Spanking me.
But I won’t give in.

Memphis pulls back and I let her nipple go. I groan when I realize she’s getting off me. I wanted her to sink down on me and ride me until we’re both sated.
Damn these restraints.
I pull on them again, but they seem to tighten when I do. I blink against the blindfold, but I can’t see anything. I don’t even know why I have my eyes open.

The moment I feel her mouth on my cock, they close. My hips rise off the bed and push my cock towards her mouth. The incredible feeling of her tongue moving up and down over my cock is overwhelming. Her mouth suctions over my head and then down as far as she can take me. One hand strokes in tune with her mouth and the other massages my balls.

I clench and unclench my fists, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatens to explode through me. My heels dig into the mattress and I warn her that I’m close.
So very close.
She pumps harder. Sucks harder. Covering me with her mouth and drawing her lips over my tip as I burst into her throat.

“Fuck! Memphis!” I moan as she swallows my release. I wish I could’ve watched her do it. Seen her pretty pink lips gliding over my dick. Wish I could’ve had my hands buried in her hair.

I slump against the headboard as she licks me clean. Moments later, while my cock is still at half-mast, I feel a warm liquid being dripped onto it. Memphis’s massaging hands start rubbing and stroking me back to life as the tingling massage oil heats up. I harden again under her touch.

Her legs straddle me again and she sinks down on me. Her slickened hands rest on my chest as she rides me. She leans forward and her tits brush against my chest. Her pert nipples graze over my skin as they sway with her thrusts.

Memphis brings herself to two orgasms riding me in a frenzy, calling out my name both times that she comes. She lays against my chest and as she lets her breathing slow, she starts to ride me again, fucking me until she comes a third time and this time I come with her. She laughs against my lips as she lifts the blindfold.

“Greedy. Will you untie me now?” I ask with a grin.

“I don’t know. I could just keep you like this and let you be my sex slave.” she teases. She reaches for the binds on my wrists and as soon as she unties me, I flip her onto her back and grind into her.

“I’m already your sex slave.”

“Ms. Stone! Ms. Stone, wait!” Mark calls as I hurry toward the elevator. I turn back to answer him as I press the button for Cameron’s floor. “Mr. Morgan is up there with a lady friend.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mr. Morgan, I mean Rhys Morgan is up there with a lady friend. He assured me he had discussed this with Mr. Morgan…er…Mr. Cameron before he arrived.”

Did he now?
I nod and enter the elevator. Surely Cameron wouldn’t send me to get his files on my lunch break if he knew Rhys would be in his apartment with some woman.

I step out of the elevator and shield my eyes with my hand when I hear moans coming from the living room. I blindly walk in and hear shrieks when my presence is detected.

“Get your fucking clothes on and get out!” I yell, still covering my eyes.

“Jesus, Memphis! You scared the shit outta us!” Rhys complains.

“Out!”

“Sorry, Myra. Get this too.” he apologizes and I hear the elevator open a few minutes later.

I peek out from behind my hands and he’s standing in front of me with just his boxer briefs on. He lights up a cigarette and I stomp over to him, snatching it out of his mouth.

“This is not your apartment, Rhys!” I snap, walking into the kitchen and putting the cigarette out in the sink.

When he walks in behind me, he’s tugging his jeans up. He looks like a total mess. Not like the good-looking college boy who was here a few weeks ago. He has dark circles under his eyes and his hair could use a good wash.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “You look a little…”

“Yeah. Of course. Yeah, I’m good. Sorry.” he sniffles, rubbing his nose with his hand. “I should’ve asked about using the apartment. Cameron never minded before, but things are different now. I know that.”

“I’m sure he still doesn’t mind as long as you ask.” I assure him.

“How’s your sister?” he asks and catches me by surprise. He runs a hand through his unruly locks and genuinely seems to want to know how she is.

“She’s fine. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Tell her I asked about her.”

“Okay. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yep. I’ll see you around, Memphis.”

I watch him walk out and I can’t help but wonder if he’s truly okay. I also wonder why he asked about Anniston. They weren’t exactly friendly to each other when they met.
Far from it.

I shake my head and walk into the living room which smells a little like sex and cigarette smoke. I notice Cameron’s files are open, but don’t think Rhys or Myra were too worried about what was in them. I start closing them up when I notice the

picture of a man I recognize. A man I’ve seen at the club.
A man I’ve danced for.

I flip it over and see his name scrawled across the back.
Harvey Taylor.
I shove the picture into the file and gather them up. I know this is the murder case Cameron is working on.
I know I have to tell him about Harvey Taylor.

“We’ll definitely be ready for court next week. This is truly the best defense for you, Mr. Beasley. I’m glad you agreed to this. You should let the police do their job. If Harvey Taylor has nothing to hide then he’ll be fine. You have to take care of yourself right now.” Jim explains and Tanner Beasley nods.

“That’s what I told Harvey.”

“Excuse me?” Jim asks.

“I said that’s what I told Harvey. I didn’t want him to be blindsided by all of

this.”

I shake my head and fight the urge to slam my fists on the table. It seems no

matter how much we try to help this client he constantly finds a way to throw kinks in our defense.

“Mr. Beasley,” Jim says, calmly, “it’s imperative that you not speak to anyone about your case. Especially Harvey Taylor. We explained that to you.”

“I could not sit back and let his good name be pulled through the mud without giving him the opportunity to be prepared to defend himself!” he exclaims.

“I have another meeting.” I clip and push myself out of the chair. Jim can handle this. If I listen to Tanner Beasley anymore I’ll explode.

I exit the conference room and take the elevator up to Memphis’s office. She’s sitting at her desk when I approach. My files are sitting on the corner of her desk.

“Thank you for getting those. I can’t believe I forgot them at home this morning.”

“Rhys was at your apartment when I got there.” she says.

“Really? What did you see that you didn’t want to see?” I laugh.

“Nothing. I kept my eyes covered. He didn’t look too good though. You should check on him.”

“Okay.” I agree, but don’t know that I’ll actually get in Rhys’s business. I know what he’s going through and I’ve tried helping him before. He doesn’t want help.
Not yet anyway.

“There’s something I want to tell you though.”

“If you joined in on their fun, I don’t think I want to know. Not after the meeting I just had.”

“Nothing like that. I saw a picture of a man in one of your files. I recognized him from Ecstasy. He used to come pretty regularly for a while, but he was banned from the club. He came when Tanner Beasley used to come. I did a few private dances for him. He was always different.” she visibly shudders. “He would mumble things during the dances. Names, but I ignored him. The last time he was there he became very angry. He accused me of being a whore and screamed names at me. He said what I did was the devil’s work and that I should suffer for my sins. Security got

him out of there before he could attack me. I just thought you should know. It’s on video.”

“That is good to know.”

Memphis casts her gaze down at the files and then picks them up and hands them to me. I can tell she doesn’t want to talk about Harvey anymore so I don’t say anything else about him.

“Sorry about Rhys. He’s used to just showing up when he wants. I’ll talk to him about it.”

“I’m just concerned about him. He seems like a good guy, but maybe he’s battling some demons or something. He didn’t look good.”

I nod. I know Rhys has his battles. Everything isn’t always peachy when your dad’s a Morgan.

A month into the official Beasley trial and I can see the stress it’s taking on Cameron. Jury selection is done and the proceedings started two weeks ago. He goes into the office early. He stays late. He’s completely immersed himself into this case.

When Anniston and I arrive to his empty apartment Friday at 7:30, I’m certain he’s forgotten our plans. When he answers his cell phone, he’s still talking to Jim before he says hello.

“You forgot.” I say, trying not to sound annoyed.
Or disappointed.

“What did I forget?”

“Weston.”

“Shit. I forgot. I’m leaving now.”

I give Anniston a look and she knows not to say a word. I’m sure Weston will understand that we’re late. Anniston plops down on the couch and turns the television on.

“Stop pacing.” she scolds. “It’s not a big deal.”

“He’s too stressed lately. This case…”

“He’s a big boy. So he forgot one date.”

“Weston just got signed to the majors. It’s important. Cameron doesn’t forget things. What if he’s not happy with me anymore?” I ask.

“Now you sound like a crazy woman.” she laughs.

“I’m serious. Maybe he’s working these long hours to get away from me.”

“Maybe he’s working these long hours because he’s working on a very

important case that actually happens to be in trial right now.”

“Did something happen between you and Rhys?” I blurt out.

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because he asked about you.” I inform her.

“He did?”

“Yes. It made me wonder why. You two didn’t even get along when you met.”

“I don’t know. Probably because I’m awesome.” she grins. “Now quit

worrying about Cameron. Didn’t you say he said he loves you?”

“Well, we don’t say it all the time. It was one of those things we confessed to each other, but we don’t just sit around saying it. You know how couples tell each other on the phone ‘love you’ and ‘love you too’? Well, we don’t really do that. We said it before I went to Vermont with his dad and while I was gone to Vermont.

We’ve said it a couple of times since during sex.”

“Oh God, please tell me you’ve said it other times and not just during sex.”              

“Well…”

“It’s fine. You both mean it and that’s what matters. Just maybe don’t let the only time you tell him be when he’s given you that great euphoric feeling from his cock.”

“I’m here! I’m here! Sorry!” Cameron calls as he rushes out of the elevator. He tugs on his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt as he walks to his room. I watch him pull it off his shoulders as he disappears through the doorframe.