Allen picks us up at the airport and I watch Morgan’s mouth drop open when she sees my six-foot-six cousin walk up and hold out his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Allen Winston. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Uh, Morgan Landry. Nice to meet you, too.” She smiles.
I clench my fists at my side when the asshole leans close to her ear and whispers, “Blink three times if the big jerk has kidnapped you.”
Morgan bursts out laughing, and I roll my eyes at my cousin. When he turns and smirks at me, I rub my middle finger up the side of my head for him to see. “Come on, I parked in the expensive parking,” he grumbles as he grabs one of our bags.
“Stop bitching. You’re going to charge your expense report anyway,” I remind him.
I make sure to pound the heel of my boot into the top of his dress shoe as we load the suitcases into the back of his SUV. “Oww. What the fuck?”
“Flirting with my girl.” I shrug.
He limps for a second and glares at me. “Oh, that’s not flirting. If I want to flirt, panties go flying.”
I grit my teeth and start to advance when Morgan walks around the back of the SUV. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope. No problem.” I kiss her cheek and flip my cousin off behind her back. It’s great to be home, even though I have to deal with Allen.
As we drive out of the parking garage, Morgan turns from the front seat to look back at me and smiles. “Do you and Allen fight like that all the time?” I guess she saw everything in the rearview mirror.
Allen snorts and answers for me, “It’s usually worse. We’re both only children, and this asshole needed someone to play with because the kids at school didn’t want anything to do with him.”
I smack the back of his head, and he barks, “Hey. I’ll wreck.”
“Stop lying.” I look over at my girl and smile. “We were raised together, and for the most part, we’ve been closer than brothers.”
My mother is waiting on the front steps for us to arrive. “Good God. She’s going to embarrass me, too,” I groan as Allen pulls up in front of my parents’ house.
“Oh, hell yes. This is the highlight of my week.” He looks back in the rearview mirror and smirks.
“Just wait. One day, it’ll be your turn,” I warn him, but he shakes his head.
“Hell no. I’m not falling into a trap.” When Morgan turns to raise an eyebrow, he smiles. “You’re lovely and all, but I love my single life. I like to leave clothes lying around, play video games, leave dishes in the sink.” He shrugs.
“You don’t need a girlfriend; you need a maid,” Morgan informs him, and I burst out laughing.
My mother gets tired of waiting for us and rushes over. After she knocks on the window, I throw open the door and step out to hug her. “Hi, Mom. It’s great to see you.”
“Where’s this beautiful girl?” She peeks around me but can’t see Morgan because of the window tinting. I walk over and open the passenger door. When she steps out, my mother engulfs her in a hug. “Oh my goodness, you’re even more beautiful than my son said.” My mom leans back and smiles at Morgan. “Come inside so we can get to know each other.”
Morgan looks a little overwhelmed, but she nods and follows my mother into the house.
“Come on, lover boy. Let’s get your heavy ass bags in the house.” Allen really wants me to kick his ass.
“You’re pushing your luck today,” I warn him as we carry the suitcases upstairs. He turns to take Morgan’s bags toward the guest wing, but I stop him. “No, she’ll stay with me.”
He looks over his shoulder at me and raises an eyebrow. “Have you cleared that with Marianne?”
“If my wife hears you call her Marianne, she’ll take a switch to your ass.” My dad walks up from his study. “And Mason has informed us he plans to marry this girl, so we know he’s going to be sharing a room with her.”
I drop the suitcase to shake my dad’s outstretched hand. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” He gives me his most serious “dad” stare. “I expect you to marry her soon, or I’ll kick your ass.” Then he looks over his shoulder at Allen. “You guys get those bags put away and come help me downstairs. I need to keep my wife from spending all my money. Every time she gets another female in the house, they go shopping and it costs me an arm and a leg.”
His prediction is dead on. After dinner, my mom announces, “Tomorrow morning, I’m taking Morgan shopping.” Dad groans while Allen smirks at me across the table.
“Marianne, leave me some money in our account,” my dad whines, and my mother shushes him.
“Stop being so overdramatic.” She shakes her head.
We decide on an early night since shopping is an all-day event for my mother. We’re lying in bed a little later, and I turn to Morgan. “Are you sure you’re up for a day out tomorrow?”
She lays her head on my shoulder and smiles. “I love your mother. I can’t wait to spend the day with her.”
“Okay, but call me if it gets to be too much. She’s the freaking energizer bunny when it comes to shopping.” I run my hand up and down her soft arm and tease, “There are wanted posters up all over town from shopping malls that she’s cleaned completely out.”
Morgan laughs and pinches my chest. “Be nice to your family. You give your cousin and your mom a hard time.” Her adorable mock-glare causes my cock to harden under the covers.
“Wait until you meet my aunt and uncle.” They’re in Hawaii for two weeks, but I look forward to introducing Morgan to Allen’s parents. “Now, I have a big problem that you caused. Maybe you could help me out with it.”
She bites her bottom lip and slides her soft hand under the sheet. As she grips my cock and strokes it, I use a pillow to cover my groan. “Your problem is growing,” she whispers and leans down to bite my nipple.
“Fuck.” I push her onto her back and slip between her thighs.
She looks up at me and frowns. “What if your parents hear us? I’ll never be able to face them again.”
“Then you better grab that pillow to silence yourself.” I line my cock up with her wet entrance and slowly advance. As her walls close around me, I know this is going to be over fast. “Rub your clit.”
“You’re awful demanding tonight.” She reaches between us, and her breath catches as she rubs her sensitive button. I find the right pace to send electricity racing up my spine but not fast enough to make the old bed knock against the wall. It’s still not enough, though.
I grab my girl around her waist and drag her off the bed. “Eek.” She digs her nails into my back as I push her up against the wall and thrust into her tight pussy.
“Fuck.” I bite the side of her neck and increase my pace. As the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, I hook my arm under her knee and pull her leg higher up, changing the depth of my penetration. Her pussy flutters around my dick, and she bites my shoulder to muffle her cry. I thrust a few more times, then lock my knees to stay standing as I come.