“Nothing; not your concern. Just a bad situation for an innocent person. That’s the way it goes, though, right?” He pours another shot and downs it. “Bad things always happen to good people. Gotta treasure what you have when you have it because not everyone gets to have it good.”
Before I can reply, he turns and stomps away. I frown, wishing Jagger would let me in, even if it’s only to listen. But these Caldwell boys were made from the same mold, and I know that whatever he’s going through, he will sort it out and lean on family when the time comes.
“You did an amazing job, Momma Caldwell. I only hope I can be the mother to my children that you were to yours,” I whisper to myself at the back of the bar.
The rest of the night passes quickly and without incident. Then I make my way into my dark apartment, where Marisa is sound asleep in her room. I expect to find Morrison in my bed, so when he’s on the couch, it takes me off guard.
Jagger’s words about treasuring the good have been playing over and over again in my head all night. As a result, when Morrison stands and comes over to me, I don’t bother with a hello; I just wrap my arms around his neck to pull him to me for a kiss.
“You give me good, Morrison Caldwell. You give me good all the damn time.”
His hands run up and down my sides as he watches me, not understanding where I’m at in my head.
“Something happen tonight, little momma?”
“Not particularly. Something happened the night you parked your car behind mine. Morrison Caldwell, you brought me to life. You have shown me what living really is. You have made me feel. You have held me at my worst and celebrated with me at my best. I could go on and on about everything you are and everything you mean to me. Most of all, though, you have made me feel.”
“It feels good.” He smiles, and I beam up at him.
I bite my bottom lip. “It feels good.”
“Gotta say, little momma, as good as it feels, it’s late, and if I’m gonna make you feel good before you sleep, we should head to bed.”
“Morrison, I love you. I need you to know. I. Love. You.”
Chapter 23
Morrison
Floored. I am floored and speechless.
I can’t believe how good it feels to have those words finally come out of that sexy mouth of hers.
Her mouth…I need it, now.
I crash into her mouth as I push her against the wall, tasting her and her words. Her hands are on my belt, then my button, and then my pants are down. She grips me tight and strokes me hard, fast. My hands are instantly up the back of her shirt, trying to unsnap her bra.
“Front clasps,” she pants out against my mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl as I move my hands to the front and cup her tits—my tits.
She pulls away and sinks to her knees, immediately taking my cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and fucking worshipping my dick. She moves up and down on me fast, her eyes closed as she takes me farther, faster, licking, sucking.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan as her nails sink into my ass, and she pulls me closer, taking me in farther.
Then she swallows.
“Damn,” I growl. “Fuck, little momma. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
One hand wraps around me as she leans back, panting. She strokes me as she licks her lips and looks up at me, eyes full of an animalistic need and desire that I have not seen since the alley.
“You love my cock, don’t you, baby?” I say as she strokes me faster, her grip tightening.
“Yes,” she says, and then quickly wets her lips.
“It’s yours, baby, all fucking yours,” I hiss as her tongue circles my tip.
“Mine,” she says before taking me deep again and hollowing her checks.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck! All yours.”
She moves faster, pumps her fist harder, and I am right fucking there.
“Gotta stop.”
“Mine,” she says with my dick still in her mouth.
“Babe, you’re gonna get—” She swallows, making her throat tighten, and I lose restraint. “Fu…ck!”
When she has thoroughly sucked me dry, she stands up and looks into my eyes. Then she gets a silly little smirk, one I don’t think I have seen before, and she grabs my balls.
“Owned.”
“Fuck yes, owned.” I laugh and pull her against me. “Fuck yes,” I say softer as I kiss her neck.
“I love you.”
“I feel it, Hailey. Felt it in here for a while now.” I touch my chest. “I was almost convinced it was all I needed, but damn if I wasn’t wrong. Because finally hearing you say those three words, little momma…” I stop and shake off the overwhelming emotions. “Those three words own me on a level that is unfathomable to me.”