Page 46 of No Strings
A pantedfuck offgets called back.
One of two things is happening. And I hope it’s a panic attack. I can’t walk in on my best friend’s sister masturbating.
When I reach her room, I gently push on the door. And my heart does this funny thing when I see her. She’s curled up on her bed, in the furthest corner away from the door. Esky is nudging her arm with her nose, but Morgan isn’t responding. I don’t hesitate to close the distance. Once I’m closer, I tell her I’m going to reach for her, but she still flinches when I touch her.
I silently curse. Rolling her on her back, it’s evident she’s been crying, but her eyes are vacant of all emotion.
I stroke her face with the back of my fingers. This time she doesn’t flinch. “Hey Morgan, what happened?”
Holding my breath, I watch as her blue eyes come back into focus. Once she notices it’s me, instead of telling me tofuck off again, she wraps her arms around my neck. And I let that breath out. This can’t be good.
“What happened?” I ask again.
“I forgot to block him. Ethan. I posted a picture of Esky, a-and… and he messaged me.”
I try to keep the anger that is vibrating in my chest out of my voice, “What did he say?”
“Remember I like it when you run and hide. So, keep hiding. It’ll make dragging you back so much sweeter.”
It finishes in a hiccup. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Fuck this prick is as good as dead. I don’t think when I kiss the top of her head, or when I say, “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.”
She nods into my chest, while I hold her. I move so I’m leaning against the wall, and she’s cradled on my lap. Head resting on my chest,
“Rhys?”
I hum in response.
“Aren’t you sick of putting me back together?”
“You’re the only one here who thinks you’re broken.”
She’s still the same fiery take-no-shit Morgan I know. Yes, she has triggers now. They don’t make her weak. They make her resilient.
I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. That is, until I feel her shift.
Looking down at her I notice she’s already looking at me. I cock an eyebrow in question. The air has shifted into unspoken territory. This is intimate. When did it change? Why aren’t I doing anything about it? And why, when she leans up, softly closing her eyes, do I lean the fuck in?
Her soft lips meet mine. Her tongue runs along the seamof my lips. Fuck. I open my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine.
It’s messy, heated, and oh so fucking good.
She once again shifts so she’s straddling my hips. Slowly rolling hers, back and forth. She growls in frustration, not being able to get the friction she wants or needs.
I pull away from her seeking lips.
“Put this leg between mine.” I tap her thigh.
She doesn’t hesitate. But still, she can’t get what she needs.
“Hold on.” I bend my knee, and she rolls her hips back at the same time. Her breathy moan goes straight to my cock.
Our lips meet once again. Her hands fist my hair at the back of my head. Her hips continue to roll, grinding her pussy along my thigh.
I break the kiss, resting my forehead on hers. “You going to come on my thigh?”
Her eyebrows pull together while she nods, and another moan slips through her lips.
Placing my hands on her hips, I guide her in long forceful movements.
