Page 156 of The Secret We Keep
“Are not,” she protests, with a lively flick of my nipple. “You were always the leader of the pack, just like Fi was in ours.”
I rub my chest, grinning. “I stillamthe leader.”
“No, I’d say that title’s passed on to Jake now.”
“Jake?” I say agonised. Morgan’s only socialised with us on a few occasions. “What makes you thinkhe’sthe leader of our gang?”
She wails with laughter. “You’re calling it agangnow?”
I roll my eyes. “Jesus. A few orgasms and you’re all high and mighty. I’ll have to stop giving them to you.”
Morgan’s body bounces against mine with her laugher. “Oh my God, No. Never. It would be a crime not to do that again.”
Kneading her arse, her body rolls into mine. It feels dangerous, but at the same time, comforting. Safe. Normal.
So does the way she flattens her head against my chest, and I rest my chin on the top of her hair, smelling the sweet honey scent of her shampoo. Morgan hums contentedly. “Jake seems like someone who has his shit together.”
I let out a soft huff. “Compared to who?”
Morgan takes her time before answering, “Compared to you and me. And Danny, maybe.”
“He definitely does compared to Danny.”
She sighs gently.
Pulling her closer, my hand strokes up and down her spine. “I think we’re pretty good together, Morgs. You know, considering.”
I have no idea why I said that.
Morgan tips her head back. “Considering what?”
I placate her with a kiss to her head. “Considering where we both were three months ago. You thinking you would never achieve anything, me blaming myself for Aaron.”
She kisses my chin. “I never thanked you for helping me be better at doing… well, everything.”
Don’t thank me, baby. You have no idea.
“I don’t need your thanks, curly fries. Just you.”
Slowly, Morgan lifts her head off my chest and rests it on the back of her hand. She manoeuvres her legs, placing that sweet part of her that I’ve got acquainted with, right over the part of me growing with every second that passes us by. “Allof me?” she purrs.
I breathe deeply. “You know I do.”
Sitting up straight, her thighs press into me, and the heat radiating off her pussy is satisfyingly sexy. “Show me.”
I can’t. Not yet.
Resting her hands on my chest, Morgan begins swivelling her hips, grinding herself against me. Her head lands between her shoulder blades, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she smiles.
Reaching up, I grab her hips, allowing her to rock against me before slowing her. “We can’t do this.” I go to lift her off of me, but she takes my hands in hers, landing them on each of her boobs.
I groan in ecstasy.
“Touch me, Paddy.”
My thumbs involuntarily swipe over her nipples. The shrill whimper she makes has me thrusting my hips up.
Stop.
