Razor's Edge (Afflictions) (29 page)

In order for him to know how serious I am, for them all to know how serious I am, I need to make a statement. One that shows Gary is no longer in my life, but Morgan is. I lean down and give Morgan a deep kiss. I’ve never done this before in front of Ben. I hope he understands how much I love Morgan.

“Awe, come on. There’s a kid present.”

Morgan chuckles against my lips. I break away and look at Ben.

He points to himself. “Kid right here. Save that mushy stuff for later.”

The room explodes into laughter.

I glance at Tryst. He’s not laughing.
Of course not.
“I’ll be right back.”

Morgan whispers into my ear. “Hurry.”

   Thirty-four

Morgan

The door to my hospital room clicks open.

I hurry to close out of the real estate sites I’ve been looking at. Shay can’t know that I’ve been shopping around for her. She needs her own shop bad and I want to do this for her.

“I see you’re all showered.” It’s a nurse.

I sigh and place the laptop on the table beside the bed. “Yeah.”

It was the first thing I did once my friends left. Being out for three days and all the sweat from my detox made me feel nasty. I couldn’t get clean fast enough.

The nurse takes my arm and wraps a blood pressure cuff around my bicep. She puts the end of her stethoscope at the crease of my elbow and all is quiet for a minute. Then she releases the valve and unplugs the stethoscope from her ears. “Your blood pressure is back to normal. How are you feeling on a scale of one to ten?”

“If ten is exhaustion than I’m an eight.”

She nods. Then checks the angry lines on my arm. “Well, these look like they are doing a little better. Give it about a week on your antibiotics and you should be fine.”

“Can I go?” Hospitals suck. The cold sterility, all the people coming and going, and the amount of death that happens in them on a daily basis give me the creeps.

“No. The doctor wants to keep you one more day for observation. He’ll be in later tonight to look you over. You can order anything off the menu if you’re hungry. It should
stay down.” She hands me the antibiotics and pours me a glass of water from the pitcher.

“This is the last time you will see me in here.” I have no compulsion to pick up another speedball ever again.

She smiles and it doesn’t reach her eyes, then she nods and leaves the room.

She doesn’t know me or what I’m feeling, and she probably sees the same people come through here time and again for the same problem. I’m not them. I refuse to be just another statistic.

I grab Wiley’s laptop and reopen the link I closed out when she entered. I create a new tab and type in a search for rehab clinics in case Shay walks in. Even though I know I don’t need rehab, I’ll go if that’s what I have to do to prove to her that I’m serious about quitting.

Bringing the real estate page back up, I type in cites to check. I’ve searched West Bloomfield, Madison Heights, and Sterling Heights. I still haven’t found anything. I’m running out of rich neighborhoods. Northville and Ann Arbor are the only ones I haven’t looked at in the radius I’m searching for.

I type in Northville and hit send when the door cracks again.

I hop over to the rehab page.

“Feeling better?” Shay makes her way over to the bed.

“Yeah.” I search behind her. “Where’s Ben?”

“Tryst and Bebe took him back to the hotel to go swimming. I got a visitor’s pass until ten.”

We have all afternoon, then.

The bed dips and she climbs in next to me. She leans over and a lock of silky white and black hair touches my cheek. I breathe in her scent of orange blossoms.
God, I love that smell. I’ve missed that smell.

“Rehab clinics?” She looks up at me with her gorgeous eyes. There’s an excitement in them…no it’s more
like happiness.

“Yeah. I’m serious about quitting, Shay. I have to finish the tour. I have the show in Detroit the day after tomorrow. But I swear, after that I’m checking into rehab.” And depending on how long, I might miss the birth of my daughter. My heart feels heavy, like it was dipped in Quick-Crete.

Her eyes soften. She reaches over and her hand brushes mine. Electricity shoots up my arms and warms every place inside me. “Let’s see if we can find you a place.” She clicks on a clinic and I watch her. Her eyes scan the page as she reads. Brows pinch and go back to normal every few seconds. All her focus is on getting me help, making me a better man, and she believes it will happen. This smart, nurturing woman wants to heal me. Little does she know she already has.

I cup her cheek and drag her face to mine, lightly brushing my lips with hers. “God, Shay. I’ve missed you.”

She grabs the back of my neck and crushes her sweet mouth to mine. The moment our tongues touch my dick throbs behind my black sweat pants. Aching for her touch, my hips jack.

One of her hands gently strokes down my face to my collar bone, then my chest and blazes its path over my torso. I groan into her mouth as her fingers caress my thigh. I’ve missed her touch, her teasing, but most of all I’ve missed the intimacy of being with her. Holding her, caring for her, the inside jokes and late-night talks. All the little things couples do in a relationship, that bring them close like family. She’s my family. She always will be.

I run my hand down her side, remembering how ticklish she is and longing to feel her squirm under my assault. She does and her belly bumps across my stomach as she breaks our kiss and throws her head back in laughter. It zips through me with the force of a riptide. I’ll never get tired of the feeling her laugh gives me.

She pushes away my hand. “Someone’s going to come in.”

I nuzzle her neck and plant kisses along her collarbone. “Nurse was already here.” I make my way up to her ear and nip the lobe. “The doctor’s not coming until tonight.” I grind my hard-on into her thigh. “I want you.”

“There’s no lock on the door.”

“So?” I grip her ass and haul her on top of me. “Trust me. Nobody’s coming in for at least another twenty minutes.”

“What if—”

I pull her down and kiss her hard. She needs to stop worrying. And
we
need this. I grip her hips and grind her into my cock.

She jacks up. “I think you need a shower.”

Huh? “I already had one.”

A slow coy smile spreads across her face. She nods toward the door. “Yeah, but I might
need
one.” She winks.

She’s fucking brilliant!

She climbs off of me and slowly heads toward the bathroom. Looking over her shoulder, she says, “I might need some help. I am bigger now.” She winks.

I’m off the bed, and before I follow her into the bathroom I chuck my shirt and pants.

Shay

As I undress, Morgan enters the bathroom, fully naked. My eyes roam over his well-toned body, remembering how every cut and curve felt against me.

He grins and nods toward the shower. “You want to start it?”

Heat hits my cheeks. How can I still be shy about being caught staring at him? Flutters enter my stomach as I bend over to start the water.

Morgan’s strong arms wrap around me. I’m struck by how long I’ve thirsted for his touch and the warm embrace of his comforting arms. He places a hand on my round belly and the other at my left breast. Rolling the nipple between his thumb and pointer, he nuzzles my neck. A moan escapes me and I lean further back into him. The hand that’s on my baby bump travels south as his erection rubs against my ass. His touch awakens a slow, burning coil of want down below.  

He nips my ear lobe. “The shower.” His fingers tease the outside of my entrance. “Get it
going.”

I am.
Or I’m trying to. Him behind me, caressing me with his soft torture, sends a wave of heat through me and I melt into his arms. “You’re distracting me.”

“Hum…” He licks then nips the side of my neck as he slides his fingers over my clit.

My hips jolt forward, seeking the small relief his hand can bring. My senses come alive, sharpen, and zero in on the man giving me so much pleasure.

With his other hand he reaches around me and hits the button to make the shower spray.

Before I can step into the shower, Morgan drops to his knees. The tender caress of his hands travels my inner thighs and leaves a warm path of anticipation. They glide over my ass and down my legs, then up to my pussy. “Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall.”

Everything flip-flops inside as I bend over the tub and brace against the shower wall. The water hits and I jolt. He catches me, and somehow I know he’ll always be there. Half in and half out, it’s a hard position to hold. Morgan doesn’t make it any easier. He palms my ass and his scorching tongue makes its way up my inner thigh. He’s the only man that has ever made me feel comfortable with receiving affection. The attention he pays me is something I’ve been coveting in his absence and I’ll never push him away again.

His tongue licks the crease of my inner thigh and the cool metal of his lip ring brushes across my entrance. His assault is slow and torturous. Legs shaking, I cry out when his mouth covers my clit and sucks hard.

His fingers enter me and give a couple of flicks, while his tongue laps up my juices. A surge of emotions go through me, sending me to the top of a summit. I’ve let him back in, and it’s been so long since I felt his loving touch. A flood erupts and my muscles go languid under the warm pulse inside me.

Morgan stands and holds me up. I’m dripping wet and the cool air blasts goose bumps, skating across my skin. He spins me around to face him. His heated stare roams over me, erasing the chill. Grinning, he backs into the shower. I watch the drops cascade down his abdomen. The urge to lick the water off of his body is overpowering. My eyes travel down to his cock. Pleasing him would make everything right. I lean in and suck the water off his chest, making my way down to where I want to be. Before I get to my knees, he takes my hand and helps me under the spray.

It hits me, but the caress of Morgan’s hands against my cheek, the tender way of his caress, sends heat shooting through me.

He licks his lips. “Damn, girl I’ve missed your taste.”

A sharp zap of pleasure clenches my thighs. I pull him down to my mouth and he’s the one who drinks from me like a dying man. Every part of my soul vibrates to life. I drift my hands around his neck to his sculpted shoulders and move down to his well-toned ass. As I bring him into me, his shaft hits my belly instead of the place I’m desperate to have it. I’m a freaking balloon; this isn’t going to work with us standing.

Morgan’s mouth leaves mine and he nuzzles his way to my ear. “Turn around.”

I comply and place my hands on the wall. His warm hand on my lower back sends a spark of awareness to my
pussy. The head of his shaft slides forward over my clit and light zaps of electricity shoot through me. The building anticipation of having him inside me is almost too much for me to take. “Please, Morgan.”

He moves himself slowly over my sweet spot, tightening the coils of my lust. Grabbing my hips, he slams into me and roars.

With his hard length seated deep inside, he runs his hands up my spine, over my shoulders and arms, to lace his fingers with my own. His face comes down to my neck and he kisses his way up to my ear. He groans. “Your tight pussy is killin’ me, woman.”

From this angle he feels bigger, harder than normal, and I clench around him. It twitches. I can feel every ridge along his shaft and his erratic breath at my ear. My heart triples its beat and stops, then starts again. We’re connected, whole again. Not two, but one. In this moment, even though I’m a skeptic, if soul mates exist, he’s mine.

He begins a lazy assault on me, stoking my need for him. I slam myself back on him, hoping he’ll take the hint that I need him to move faster. He groans and his pace quickens as he bites down on the base of my neck right between my shoulder blades. I nip my lip to hold in my scream, but it comes out as every fiber in me inflames.

My reaction is damn near nuclear. Every part of me explodes and turns into a slow euphoric bliss.

Morgan speeds up, then stops. His arms go tight around me, gripping around my waist and breasts as his pulsing cock catapults me into another state of ecstasy. Riding out the waves of pleasure, I finally come down completely intoxicated.

We stay like that a second or two, letting our hearts get back on their regular beat. His breath saws in and out, and my nipples peak with the chill in the air. As if sensing that I’m cold, he pulls out and turns me into the spray. The relief of hot water erases all the goose bumps and I sigh.

“Sorry for hogging the hot water.” He’s smiling and there is a satisfied glow to his ice blue eyes. He grabs some soap and lathers up a rag. “You were supposed to be taking a shower.” He’s grinning.

“I got pleasantly distracted.”

He runs the cloth over my breasts and down my belly. “Pleasantly distracted, huh? Hum…I wonder what else—”

“The patient is gone!” a man yells from the room.

Morgan turns the shower off and reaches for a towel. “Guess we’re done now.”

“No nimrod. He’s in the shower.” This comes from a female voice.

I giggle.

Morgan puts a finger to my lips and hands me a towel.

“Come on. Let’s change his sheets quickly. I don’t wanna catch him in the buff.”

My laugh rings out around the small bathroom. Morgan cups my mouth and his face is contorting to hold in his own laughter.

“I thought the patient was a man?” says the man.

“Quit being nosy and grab that corner will
ya?” says the female.