"Hmph," she answers with a moan and turns away from me.

"C'mon, lazy bones, wake up." I plant little kisses on her bare shoulder and upper arm and slide my hand over her stomach and up to her breast, cupping it in my hand while I worry the nipple between my fingers.

I can't get enough of her soft skin.

"I'm sleepy," she murmurs and turns toward me, burrowing against me and settle in to sleep with her forehead pressed to my chest.

f.u.c.k, she's adorable.

"I have a surprise for you."

"You do?" she asks, not moving.

"Yep, but you have to wake up to get it."

"I don't want it."

Stubborn woman.

"Okay." I back away and open the paper bag full of fresh, hot donuts, take one out and turn back to her. Her eyes are still closed.

I shake it over her shoulder, dropping powdered sugar on her skin and lean down and lick it off.

"Mmm," I groan. "Good stuff."

No response.

So I shake some more over her neck and dive after it, lapping it up.

She opens one eye, briefly, then snaps it shut quickly. I grin and pull the sheet down to her waist, exposing her perfect little body, and shake more sugar over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I lick it up and then take a big bite of the beignet. "Open your mouth," I instruct her, and she complies readily. I chuckle as I feed her the remaining portion of the fried dough, then dive in the bag for another and continue to shake the sugar on her delectable body, then eat the beignet, sharing pieces with her.

"I think you'll need to be my plate more often, babe. You make everything taste sweeter."

"Cheeky b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she mumbles sleepily and I laugh out loud.

Grabbing a fresh donut, I move between her legs, shoulder her thighs wide apart and settle in for some fun.

f.u.c.k, she's already wet. Sleepy my a.s.s. She's playing with me.

G.o.d, I love her.

I shake some sugar over her p.u.s.s.y and watch it fall like snow on her pink flesh. Her c.l.i.t is hard, that silver piercing just begging for my tongue. So I lean forward and lick her, from her soft folds to that warm metal, and all around, licking up every last bit of sugar, then take a bite of donut. I look up at her face and her eyes are open now, watching me, her gorgeous hazel eyes shining in l.u.s.t, hands fisting the sheets. I offer her the donut, and she takes it from me and flings it over the side of the bed, licks her fingers and plunges them into my hair with a huge grin on her gorgeous face.

"Didn't want anymore?" I ask sarcastically.

"I've had enough of those."

"Me too. But I haven't had enough of this." I spread her with my thumbs, opening her up to me and kiss her, plunging my tongue inside her and licking all around. Her hips buck up against my face, but I hold her firmly, not letting her twist away.

She goes f.u.c.king crazy when I eat her out. It's the s.e.xiest d.a.m.n s.h.i.t I've ever seen.

Replacing my mouth with my hands, I move up to tease her c.l.i.t, not flicking at it, but lapping at it, pushing it, and tugging, ever so gently, that silver with my teeth.

"Will!" she cries and bucks again. I push my fingers down, then pull them out and lick them.

"Yes, love?"

"Need you in me."

"I've been in you sweetheart." I push my fingers back in to prove my point, making her moan.

"Come up here," she pants.

"What do you need?" I ask and brush her c.l.i.t with my nose, making her squirm and me smile.

"You. Always you."

"f.u.c.k yes, me." I climb up her body and lay over her. She cradles me against her, her strong legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my shoulders and fingers in my hair and I just lean on my elbows and gaze down at her.

"You are so f.u.c.king incredible, Megan."

Her eyelids droop, and she blushes like she does when she's happy. I brush my lips over hers and slide my c.o.c.k through her wetness, pushing her piercing with the tip and she bites my lower lip.

"Like that?"

"Mmm." She nods slightly and cups my a.s.s with her hands, tugging me closer to her. G.o.d, I want to be inside her.

I need to be inside her.

I rear back and slowly push through the wetness, through her swollen folds, and sink in until I feel her resistence.

She's so d.a.m.n tight.

"This is my favorite place to be," I whisper to her and feel her smile against my neck.

"It's the top of my list too," she whispers back.

And slowly, we begin to move. Everything in me is telling me to f.u.c.k the s.h.i.t out of her, to pound her and mark her until I'm all she sees, and all she knows. All she remembers.

But on this sticky, sweet morning, all I want is to go slow. To be gentle with her. To memorize every sigh, every moan, every tightening of her muscles as she holds me to her.

I just want to make love to my girl.

And so I do, until she's writhing and shuddering, and I feel those sweet muscles around my c.o.c.k tighten like a f.u.c.king vice.

"Let go, babe," I whisper and watch avidly as she tightens, every muscle in her delectable body clenching and pulsing around me, and cries out my name as she explodes.

I can't hold it in any longer, and I empty myself into her as she continues to move and shudder, my face pressed to her neck, telling her how much I love her.

It hurts, just a little, that she can't say it back yet. But she will.

Chapter Seventeen.

~Meg~ "I had a great time this week." I am snuggled up to Will's side in our cab on the way to my place from the airport. The Seattle evening is rainy and dark. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, babe." He kisses my hair and tightens the arm around my shoulders. "I had fun too. We'll go again soon."

"It's a date."

"Why don't you just come back to my place with me?" he asks for the third time, making me chuckle.

"Because I need to unpack, do some laundry and get ready to go back to work. And so do you."

"I could stay at your place with you. If you don't mind my dirty underwear being washed with yours." I hear the humor in his voice and lean back to look up into his handsome face.

"You're always welcome at my place." I plant a kiss on his cheek and lean my head on his shoulder again. "I need to make you a key."

He smiles against my hair and kisses me again as I see my townhouse come into view.

And the woman sitting on my steps.

f.u.c.k me!

"s.h.i.t."

"Who is that?" Will asks as I pull out of his arms.

"Sylvia."

"f.u.c.k," he whispers.

"Exactly."

I jump out of the car as Will throws bills at the cab driver and stalk angrily up to the beaten down, trashy woman smirking at me on the stairs.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?"

"You hung up on me, so I thought I'd just come talk to you in person. What, you're not happy to see mommy dearest?"

"Get the f.u.c.k off my property."

"That's no way to speak to your mother." Her eyes flash as she stands and the sight of her makes me sick. She's too thin, about my height. Her auburn hair is full of gray, hazel eyes are dull and her skin is ashy. Her old clothes hang on her slight frame. At one time, she'd been really pretty.

Now she just looks old and worn. And she's not even fifty yet. My stomach rolls.

"You know you're not welcome here." I tell her, my voice strong, arms crossed over my chest, ignoring the rain falling on me.

"So this is your new young man." Her lips spread in what she considers her flirty smile, but her teeth are yellow, and she just looks... pathetic. "Hi there."

Will is standing behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, showing me his support and I've never been more thankful for him.

"I believe Megan asked you to leave." His voice is hard and firm.

Her smile disappears and is replaced with a cold sneer. "I'm not leaving until I get more money out of this ungrateful little b.i.t.c.h."

"I told you..."

"I don't give a f.u.c.k what you told me. You owe me! I want what's mine!" She marches down the stairs to get in my face, but Will pulls me aside and steps in front of me, looking down at Sylvia with fire in his eyes.

"She doesn't owe you anything. She asked you to leave. Don't make me call the cops." His voice is low and p.i.s.sed, and Sylvia takes a step back, her eyes wide and stunned.

Did she really think she could just show up here and leave with a pocket full of money?

Yes.

Because I always give in to her. No matter how ashamed I feel later, I always give in.

No more.

"Go back to Montana, Sylvia. You wasted your time coming here." I mutter angrily as I link my hand with Will's. He squeezes my hand rea.s.suringly.

"I don't have any money!" she whines.

"Not my problem. I sent you money."

"Not enough," she spits out.

"It's the last you'll get from me." My voice is low now, and firm. Her eyes register surprise again, and then they narrow on my face with such hatred I take a step backward. Will frowns down at me and squeezes my hand again.

"You'll send it. You know what will happen if you don't. I'll go to the press and tell them all about the big football star's new girlfriend. What a piece of trash she is. Where she comes from." Sylvia sneers at me. "Won't that be great publicity for him?"

"Call the police," Will states calmly and Sylvia's jaw drops.

"I'll go to the press..."

"Go to the press. Go anywhere you want, as long as it's not here. I don't give a s.h.i.t what you say. Megan is not trash, she just comes from it." I gape up at him, as Sylvia gasps at the insult. "You can't hurt her. She's told you to leave, now leave."

She looks at me, her mouth set in a grim line. "Fine."

She marches down to the ancient Honda parked at the curb and then looks back at me. "You always were a worthless piece of s.h.i.t."