Page 21 of New Home for the Holidays

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything. I can feel the anger coming off him still. He needs to get over himself.

“I love her,” raw honesty colors my words and causes him to snap his gaze to mine. “She’s mine. We’ll move in together and she’ll become my wife. Then we’ll grow our family.” He narrows his eyes at me, but I’m not done. “Do you want to miss out on that? Do you want to be an outsider to your sister’s life?” My voice drops an octave, “What would she think if she heard what you had to say about her?”

Jared blanches and I give a firm nod before turning and walking away. It’s the only thing I can do to stop myself from punching him.

He’s out of line. I think he even knows it, but that didn’t stop him.

Maybe it’s guilt because he left for so many years while in the military, but that was his choice. He needs to own his shit and move forward.

If he can’t see the amazing woman his sister has become, it’s his problem. He has no idea how strong Morgan is, but I do. If he tries that shit with her, I don’t think it’ll end the way he thinks it will.

I almost want to be able to watch the show. But it’ll hurt her as well and that is unacceptable to me.

Anger fuels me until I pull up outside my house. Relief hits me in the center of my chest when I see Morgan’s car parked in the driveway. She’s here. Waiting for me.

I’m inside before I even realize I’m moving. She looks up at me from where she’s standing at the stove while cooking something. My heart constricts and then starts to pound.

“Morgan,” I rasp.

Her eyebrows pull together with confusion. “Are you okay, Walker?”

I nod slowly, before striding over to the small gun safe I keep in the cabinet under the television for my service weapon. Even as I move through the room, my focus is on my woman. She watches me the entire time and then when I stand and turn toward her, I start to strip my clothing slowly.

The way her light blue eyes darken as her breathing picks up and becomes little panting breaths is sexy as hell. She reaches down and pushes the leggings she’s wearing down over her hips. As she strips, matching clothing piece for clothing piece with me, she starts with her bottom half while I’ve started with my top half.

“Turn off the stove, Treasure,” I demand.

She does and then yanks her shirt up and off her body. We stare at each other while standing naked in our kitchen. I need her.

The softness of her skin calls to me, a siren song impossible to ignore. My chest is heaving as I look at her, hearing Jared’s bullshit in my head. It pisses me off all over again.

Without any warning, I yank my woman towards me and lift her until she’s dangling over my shoulder. Unable to help myself, I spank her ass once. She doesn’t deserve to get the brunt of my anger even as it sizzles through my veins.

“Walker,” she gasps, and it makes pre-cum bead at the tip of my cock.

“I’m going to take you into our room and fuck you until neither one of us can walk,” I growl out my promise.

I stomp through the house, barely even sparing a glance at Roscoe who lifts his head from his bed in the living room but makes no move to follow me. When I’m standing next to our bed, I toss her down on it and immediately follow her down. The feel of her skin against mine tempers some of the rage I’m feeling, but not nearly enough.

Morgan wraps her arms around my neck when I’m hovering above her. She searches my face before whispering, “What happened?”

I shake my head before running the tip of my nose along the gentle curve of her neck. I take a deep breath, her soft scent filling my lungs and helping to put distance between me and Jared’s words.

“Are you wet for me, Morgan?” My voice is deep and seductive, the need to know if she’s ready for me taking over.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel how soaked she is when my cock slides between her pussy lips and bumps against her clit. Her thighs tense with the contact and then she’s grinding down against me, seeking the friction she desperately needs.

She purrs, “Can you feel how much I’m dripping for you?”

I kiss her hard, this kiss between us punishing even though she’s done nothing wrong. I can’t help it, I need to claim her, again, to prove to her and everyone else that she’s mine. All fucking mine.

“Damn it,” I grit out through my teeth.

It takes all my strength to pull away from her and she watches my every movement with hooded eyes. While gripping her hips, I flip her over on her stomach and then pull her up until she’s on her knees with her head resting on the bed.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “Look at you on display for me, Treasure.”

She moans and wiggles her hips like she’s enticing me to take her even though I don’t need any encouragement. I line myself up behind her while my fingers dig into her body, needing to hold her in place, needing her to surrender herself to me.

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