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Dirty Adventures In Bed

Chapter 9Ā C9

Word Count: 2220 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 25/07/2022

n't keep her distance, she could quickly become another notch on his bedpost. Worse, he could o

I would have panicked and run when the bullets started flying. On my own,

my job,

roamed her body in Alyssa's bedroom, she shot him a suspicious

k's smile told Morgan that

wishing she knew how to wipe that smi

e. We can hide you there un

ust a few days rattled her. "Maybe I should rent a

upid. You want to be safe or dead? Besides, it'll be a good opportunity for you to lear

I get the

n't even scratc

you touching

not think you need it, but I know better. Y

ped. "You are one

ogant. See how well we're getti

twist. "I am not- That's it

friend's car, the one your stalker probably

amn it. Why did he

police station," he taunted. "They're

gan said nothing, again

think it would be before he stopped shooting pictures and tr

r she felt coursing through her body.

than your sexuality, Morgan. I'll ask you the same question I as

g this convers

way or the other. "Fine. It's your life. Am I taking you

his balls by demanding he take her back to Brandon's car so she could zoom

ck pushed a few of her sexual buttons was flat stupid. She had no place safe to go, and despit

," she said throu

urs to travel and it's getting

able around a man like Jack, especially while s

red to the open road and fields around them, completely devoid of headlights. "You're safe and

him a reluctant glance

toward the passenger window. But soon the rhythmic motion

gy Morgan, they cruised down the river for a while, Jack poling his way down the swamp with Morgan drifting in and out of sleep and shivering in th

a hard-on so

ack lifted a slumbering Morgan into his arms, settle

, in his domain, was better-and worse. Her stalker had helped him maneuver Morgan right where he wanted her and never dreamed he'

sycho who'd clearly decided that if he couldn't have Morgan, no one else would. He would keep her safe; he owed her tha

nd softening his gut. Why fight it? He liked her, even if he hated her fiancƩ's guts. She was by turns feisty an

an cottage, clean lines and pine floors reminded him of his boyhood, of fishing with his grand-pere Brice. This pla

you ma

Holy shit, old man. You trying to scare me to

sh. I wouldn't have this plac

was too old to live out here

curity cameras, they's all on and the g

new I could

one runnin' for her life?" Brice gest

ea

organ. "You sure he's not just out to bed her? She's on

sguise, Gr

e cottage's lone bedroom. He set Morgan down on the bed, then bent to remove her black boots. If his grandfather weren't watching, he'd pull off the re

them dreams?" his gra

the day he'd said anything

d you some. A curse is a curse. If you're dreaming about a redheaded wom

rs ago, goody for him. As it was, Jack refused to believe that some faceless woman he'd seen in his dreams with red hair glinting across bare shoul

s lately, so the whole point is

urn up. Won't be long now. Didn't you say you'

was counting?

liever out of you

you say, G

he loved so much. The dreams...they had to be coincidence, a byproduct of lone

his body home and going to b

l be

of ta jol

"She's not my

to admit that. Probably because she was

age, Brice left. Jack heard the slam of th

emitted a soft glow over Morgan. She looked uncomfort

ple leather...it wasn't Morgan's style, but would have to stay for now. Trying to take it off would

pin here and there. She sighed in sleepy appreciation when he li

he frowned and lifted

't be. It

g down on her, there was no mistaki

***

aped the warm, well-used bed. Beyond that, an old-fashioned kerosene lamp

retched across her torso and hips. Purple leather? Her? It wasn't uncomfortab

ter J-no, Jack-to the rescue, his gaze eatin

get up. It, along with Jack and his outrageous

s lone window, made transparent by the silvery moonlight. A stout dresser

e small bedroom. The open door led to beautiful hardw

or and an armoire sat Jack, shirtless

orning,

rise of her breasts above the leather bustier. With just a glance, heat bloomed inside her. Even eight feet away, the potency of his sexuality bro

scent, his growled words-they'd intrigued her. Even after a few hours' sleep, nothing had changed. Curiosity an

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