Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

“We’re in 131. I tried to get on the end, so we got that, but the bad thing is that I think we have Skulls behind us.”

“Fuck.”

“Sorry, man. Best I could do. Most of the rooms with double beds were taken, and I didn’t want to cause a scene, since we’re supposed to be sharing her.” Tyler handed Morgan the key card.

Amanda sighed in relief, double beds. As much as she liked Tyler, she didn’t want to sleep with him, if possible. Having him watch her and Morgan was one thing. Sleeping with him when they were exhausted was marginally okay in her book, but anything else was downright wrong.

“Let’s go, baby.” Morgan climbed onto the bike and waited for her to get on behind him. They pulled around behind the hotel and parked outside of their room.

The room looked clean enough, but had a musty smell to it. She blew out a breath and hoped it wouldn’t cause problems with her stomach in the morning. She dropped her pack on the floor by the far bed and sat down. She wanted a shower, but didn’t know if one of the men might need the bathroom first.

“Tyler, you want the bathroom first tonight?” Morgan asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” He gathered up his things and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“How are you holding up?” Morgan asked her.

“I’m fine. I’m getting used to the bike now. My butt doesn’t hurt near as much as it has been.”

“It takes some getting used to. Remember, sunglasses stay on anytime you’re out of the room.”

“Got you. Do you think that gang thinks I’m who they’re looking for?” Amanda asked, clasping and unclasping her hands.

“No, I think they’re just trolling for trouble. They’re known for causing it,” Morgan told her.

“I’m scared, Morgan.” Amanda’s voice shook.

Morgan walked over and wrapped his arms around her. She felt so safe in his arms. She could almost believe that nothing bad could happen to her as long as he was there, but she knew better. Guy was after her.

The warmth of his body crept into her pores even as his scent filled her nose. He smelt of leather, sweat, and that elusive scent that was just Morgan. She burrowed into his arms, needing to get closer. Even if she could climb into his skin, it might not be close enough. He tightened his hold on her and kissed her temple.

Amanda nuzzled his neck with her nose and lips. She licked and sucked at his neck until he swung her around against the wall between the bed and the bathroom and took her mouth. He didn’t kiss her gently this time. He demanded entrance and plunged his tongue inside, seeking every nook and cranny of her mouth. His tongue slid along hers, then licked at the roof of her mouth before plunging in and out as if fucking her.

She couldn’t help but respond and sought to explore his mouth as well. He wouldn’t relinquish control of the kiss, and she whimpered. It didn’t sway him. Instead, he brought both hands up to her face and held her still for his mouth. He took and took until her breath was gone. Only then did he pull away.

Dark, hooded eyes bored into hers as he gasped for breath with her. Then he grabbed the hem of her blouse and ripped it open, strewing buttons all over the floor. Amanda gasped, then moaned, when he bit at her nipples through her bra.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for Morgan and his lovemaking. It was fierce and strong and, at times, surprisingly gentle. She didn’t need gentle right then. She needed to feel alive and safe. He buried his face in her cleavage, then nibbled his way up her neck to her ear, where he whispered naughty things to her.

“I want to fuck you on all fours. I want to cover you with my body and fuck you until you scream my name,” Morgan told her.

All Amanda could do was whimper and take it. She would take all of it. Anything he could dish out, she wanted it all, all of him, all he had to offer.

“Fuck me, Morgan. Fuck me until I scream your name.”

Chapter Thirteen

It was all Morgan needed to hear. He all but tore off her bra in his haste to free her glorious breasts for him to feast on. They sprung out and into his hands. He mounded them, then squeezed them. His mouth finally closed over one nipple and he sucked. He pinched and pulled on the long, dark nipple of the other breast, listening to Amanda’s whimpers of pleasure. He switched breasts, treating them equally. He knelt and unfastened her jeans before moving down to pull off her boots.

“Hold on to my shoulders, baby. I’m going to pull these off you.”

“Hurry, Morgan. I can’t stand this. I need you,” she said in a breathy voice.

He tossed the boots aside and shoved her jeans and underwear off her legs all at the same time. She lifted first one foot, then the other, for him to remove them. As soon as she was free of her clothes, Morgan wrapped his arms around her and licked a long line from her cleavage down to her bare mound.

Morgan nudged her legs apart and buried his face in her cunt, sipping and licking as she leaned back against the wall, rolling her head from side to side. He looked up the line of her body and focused for a few seconds on her enraptured face as he ate her sweet pussy. Nothing looked as good to him right then as her face at that moment. She panted, lost in her need for him. It burned through him, and he latched on to her clit. A soft, keening cry erupted from her mouth as he forced her closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, I just got clean,” Tyler said.

Morgan vaguely registered that his friend shucked his jeans in record time and lay out on the opposite bed. He redoubled his efforts at making Amanda come. He wanted her hot and loose for him. Her clit stood out from its little hood where he had stimulated it with his lips and tongue. It didn’t take more than a nip and a suck and she was screaming and holding his head to her wet heat. He licked her slowly down, then stood up and pulled her over to the bed.

“On your knees, baby. I’m going to fuck that hot cunt of yours.” He positioned her with her head toward the headboard and her ass up in the air at the foot of the bed.

Morgan looked over at Tyler. The other man was watching with eyes half closed. He had his cock in his hand, slowly tugging it as he watched them. His friend looked up at him and smiled.

“She’s fucking beautiful when she comes, Morgan,” he said.

“She’s about to come again,” Morgan boasted.

He pressed down between her shoulder blades until the side of her face lay against the bedspread, facing Tyler. Her eyes widened at the sight of the other man pulling on his cock across from her.

Morgan licked her from her clit to her ass and around the little rosette that winked at him. He tongued the little hole and was rewarded by her gasps.

“Easy, baby. It’s all good,” he crooned to her.

He fingered her slit with two fingers, then plunged them inside her even as she moaned. He fucked her with his fingers, then rotated them and found that hot spot deep inside of her and rubbed.

“Oh God,” she panted.

He smiled. He loved hearing her breathless and needy. He’d take care of her need in just a few seconds. First, he wanted to play. He dragged his fingers from her pussy, wet with her juices, and circled her back hole slowly, pushing inward as he did. She gasped and pulled back. Morgan slapped her ass cheek.

“Be still, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just playing with you. Push out for me. Push out on my finger.”

She did as he’d told her, and his finger slipped inside her dark channel. He grinned, so tight and hot. She would burn him alive were he to fuck her little asshole. One day he would take that virgin orifice. Now, he had a different hole to fill. He took his cock in one hand as he continued to slowly fuck in and out of her ass. The turgid stalk felt like steel in his hand. He probed her pussy with the head of his dick, then plunged in to the sound of her keening cries.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Tyler said from the other bed.

Morgan continued fucking her ass even as he moved inside her pussy. He could feel his cock inside of her with his finger through the thin membrane separating the two. He pulled his finger out of her ass and dragged another fingerful of her cum to the little back hole and pushed in two fingers. This time she pushed out without having to be told. He grinned. She was a natural.

He held on to her hip with one hand as he fucked her wet pussy and finger-fucked her ass. He stroked himself through the membrane with the fingers in her ass. It felt incredible. She clasped him with her pussy muscles even as her hot ass sucked at his fingers as they pumped in and out. He was so damn close. He slowed down to draw it out. Amanda didn’t stop her movement, trying to fuck back on him even as he pushed forward. She seemed to want more, need more. He pulled his fingers out of her sweet ass and grabbed both hips with his hands and began pounding into her.

Amanda screeched as he bumped her cervix, then pulled back and tunneled forward again, but stopped before hitting it again. He didn’t want to hurt the baby. He needed to remember that. Fuck, how could he forget it? She growled when he slowed down again and looked back at him.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop now.”

“No way in hell, baby,” he said.

She reached one hand between them and began fingering her clit as he pummeled her with his hard cock.

Tyler groaned. “That’s it, Amanda. Play with your clit.”

Morgan redoubled his efforts and was soon scooting her up the bed as he pounded into her. Suddenly, she began tightening up on him, squealing out, “Yes!” as she climaxed. She stiffened and screamed out his name. Morgan followed her, shooting her full of his cum.

He heard Tyler yell out, “Fuck yes.”

He imagined his friend was shooting cum all in his hand and on his abdomen. Morgan took two more slow pumps before he slowly pulled out of her weeping cunt. He crawled up the bed and pulled her back into his arms until her head rested on his arm.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler said.

He returned a few seconds later with a warm, wet cloth. He looked at Morgan.

“Amanda, baby, let Tyler clean you up. He won’t hurt you, okay?” He felt Tyler waiting, still and quiet, at the foot of the bed.

She didn’t say anything, but nodded her head against his arm.

Morgan nodded at his friend. Tyler carefully cleaned Amanda between her legs and back in the crevice of her ass. He finished and disappeared back in the bathroom before returning and pulling on his jeans again.

“We need to get a shower, Amanda. We’re nasty, baby.” Morgan roused and nipped her ear.

“Ow, just a minute. Let me rest, just a few more minutes,” she said with a yawn.

“Tell you what,” he began. “I’ll go take my shower, then come back and get you.”

“Um-hum, sounds good to me.” She closed her eyes.

Morgan had no doubt she’d be fast asleep when he got back. He glanced over at Tyler and shook his head with a smile.

“She’s exhausted from the ride, Morgan. Let her sleep a while. She can take a shower later.” Tyler was always the voice of reason.

“I won’t be long.” Morgan grabbed his pack and walked to the bathroom. He turned around and took one last look at a sleeping Amanda before closing the door.

One shower and twenty minutes later, Morgan felt like a new man, figuring the woman in the other room had just as much to do with it as the hot shower. She made him feel whole when he hadn’t felt that way in over a year. What was he going to do when it came time to leave her? And he would leave her. She was carrying some other man’s baby.

Morgan opened the door to find Tyler sitting on his bed, flipping through the channels on the TV, and Amanda still sleeping on the bed. He smiled down at her. He couldn’t imagine leaving her, but he would.