Hell Bound (Seventh Level Book 2) (14 page)

Tilting her head back, Morgan snuggled deeper into the sofa. “I imagine such a place would have to be really secluded.”

“I could grab my laptop, and we could search online for the perfect spot,” he offered. Before she could answer, he added, “or, I could take you to bed now and let you practice for a while.”

He drew in her low, sultry laugh as if it was the oxygen he needed to survive. “Later,” she promised. “Right now, I’d love for you to sing for me.”

Moving to her side, he took her hand, and headed for the back door. She walked silently beside him as he led her toward the studio. Once inside, he switched on only enough light to keep from tripping over anything. Wade pointed at the leather couch. “Have a seat, and I’ll grab my guitar.”

Instead of going for one of the newer instruments he used for performances, Wade chose the battered guitar he’d owned since they first met. “It hasn’t been tuned in a while,” he warned, when her eyes moved over it lovingly.

“Knowing you, I’m sure it’s fine.”

He snorted at her words, unable to deny them. As he sat down next to her, Morgan threw her legs across his lap. Tucking them closer to his body, he curled over them, as he set the guitar on his knee and played. Memories of the two of them, sitting together each night in the exact position they were now, filled his mind as he sang. He sung several songs he’d written for her, and before he realized it, two had passed him by.

Morgan didn’t appear the least bit bored, but his leg was asleep, and he was tired of the sound of his own voice. Setting the guitar aside, he ran his hand up her leg until he reached the hem of her skirt, completely prepared for a different sort of performance.

“I’ve missed the sound of your voice,” she confessed breaking into his single-minded focus. “Which is crazy, I know,” she added. “I could have turned the radio on at any time and heard it, but it wasn’t the same.” She covered his hand with her own and drew it upward, dragging her skirt higher in the process. He allowed her to guide him as he stared at the flush of arousal rising in her cheeks. “It’s not the same as hearing you say my name while you’re buried inside of me.”

Reaching the apex of her thighs, Morgan opened for him, and Wade brushed his knuckles over the bit of silk separating him from his prize. Morgan sucked in a sharp breath. The material dampened and clung to her skin. The desire to have her wet heat squeezing his cock was almost unbearable, but it was the best kind of torture.

“You’re already so wet. I want to see it.” Without waiting for permission, he dragged the panties down her hips and tossed them across the room. With her delicious cunny bared to his sight, he pushed her knees wider. She moaned, and drops of juice slid along her seam as he spread open her feminine lips. Exposing the tiny love button crying for his attention, he ground his back teeth together in an attempt to gain some control. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to watch as his dick slid inside her, but instead he brushed his finger over her clit before slipping it inside her channel. As her body tugged greedily upon it, he made her a vow. “I’m going to make you beg.”

Chapter Eight

There were times when Mark could only stare at Wade in amazement. The changes he underwent from the moment of Morgan’s arrival were tremendous. The once quiet home was now filled with laughter. In the past, Mark had many times found Wade sitting in a darkened living room at night, doing nothing more than staring into space. With the arrival of Morgan, Mark was more likely to find the pair of them talking non-stop well into the night after Cole was tucked into bed. The dark, brooding and withdrawn Wade he’d come to know was replaced with a laughing, bright version who was almost unrecognizable. He worked as hard as ever but did so Morgan at his side.

No one batted an eye when the pair announced their upcoming nuptials, and it seemed to Mark as if everyone who’d ever known the couple had expected it would one day happen. To that end, in short order, a backyard wedding was in the works with everyone more than happy to do their part to get the deed done quickly.

Even though the couple kept the event intimate it still stretched Mark’s security duties to the limit. Between the arrival of Pamela and crazy paparazzi attempting to snag any picture they could, Mark had become so paranoid he was ready to crawl out of his skin. Kathy came for an extended stay in order to help with wedding plans and keep an eye on Cole while the pair was off on their honeymoon. Her presence eased Mark’s burden a bit, but he still found himself doing several daily checks of the windows and doors.

Since Cole had learned how to turn a lock, Mark was kept on his toes. Even though Mark, Wade and Morgan tried keeping up with the energetic two year old, it was impossible to keep track of his every movement, and several times Mark found every lock in the house unlatched. There were also too many places for Cole to hide, and the boy loved crawling behind furniture while the adults ran around looking for him. Wade’s house was massive making Cole’s games heart pounding.

When Kathy announced her need to run a few errands, Mark hadn’t hesitated before offering to keep Cole. Two hours in, Mark had already lost him. With Morgan’s things still half-unpacked, there were plenty of places for an inventive two year old to hide. Mark was on the verge of calling the police when he finally heard giggling coming from a large cardboard box in the master bedroom.

Deciding to surprise Cole, Mark tiptoed closer and carefully lifted the lid, but instead of finding Cole, all he saw was shoes. He lowered the lid and looked behind the carton, but the two year old was nowhere in sight.

Mark scratched his chin. “I’m must losing my mind. The kid has to be in this room.” He slid the door open to one of the room’s walk-in closets and went inside to look around. The closet belonged to Morgan, and it was still half-empty, making it easy to see Cole wasn’t there.

Just as Mark was leaving the closet he heard another giggle, but this time it sounded as if it was coming from the hallway. He headed out of the bedroom to see what Cole was getting into. For some reason the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood up as he moved out from the room. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t decide what felt different about the house. Since Wade and Morgan had gotten married, the house held a happy, contented feeling to it, but with them gone and Cole playing his usual game of hide-and-seek, the place seemed almost sinister.

The spooky sensation caused Mark’s feet to move a bit faster as he headed upstairs. He called out Cole’s name as he went. The sound of Cole giggling led him on and on making him believe the little boy was just in the next room. After searching all of the second floor, he hurried downstairs. At the bottom step, his froze in his tracks as he spotted the doors leading into the back yard standing wide open. Wade had installed slide bolts at the top of those doors to keep Cole from opening them and accessing the pool without an adult present. Mark knew for a fact the doors had been bolted earlier. As Mark ran across the room, he prayed Cole hadn’t gone out back by himself and fallen into the pool.

Mark was halfway across the lawn when he spied Cole, and almost tripped as he saw who was with him. Cole was standing at the edge of the swimming pool laughing. His sweet nature so trusting of everyone, and there by his side was Pamela sitting with her legs dangling in the water. She turned and smiled at Mark. She looked every bit as evil in the bright daylight as she had the night she crawled across Kylie’s bedroom ceiling. Mark ran faster when he saw Pamela place her hand in the center of Cole’s back. She kept her gaze locked on Mark as she pushed Cole into the pool.

Mark’s feet barely touched the ground as he raced to save Cole. With one last malevolent grin, Pamela disappeared. Ignoring her parlor trick, Mark dove for the pool, but no matter which direction he searched, Cole wasn’t anywhere on the bottom. No longer able to hold his breath, Mark surfaced to take in another lung full of oxygen. As he moved to duck under the water once more, he caught sight of Cole splashing in the shallow end of the pool as if they were out for an afternoon of fun.

The relief at seeing Cole alive and well was so tremendous, Mark almost lost his lunch right there in the middle of the pool. He managed to avoid it, but he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing without realizing it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried. Even when his mom left when he was still a child, without as much as saying goodbye or if she would ever come back, he had been able to hide how much her neglect hurt, but being so close to losing Cole was too much. Once he held Cole in his arms, and he knew the little boy was okay, Mark gave into more tears. A person could only withstand so much loss in one lifetime.

Cole thought they were playing a game and tried jumping out of his arms back into the water. “Whoa, buddy. Let’s get you back inside.”

Cole giggled. “Cocoa Pops!”

His demand was enough to short circuit every wire inside Mark’s brain, but fortunately before smoke could start pouring out of his ears a voice spoke behind him. “I think he’s telling you he wants some cereal for lunch.”

“Cereal! Cole wants cereal!”

Mark struggled to keep the wet boy in his arms as he turned to see who had managed to sneak up behind him. Justice stood at the edge of the pool staring down at them as if amused by it all.

“A little help would be nice,” Mark growled as aggravation crawled over his skin.

Justice reached out and plucked Cole out of Mark’s arms. With both of his hands free, Mark climbed out of the pool. Water dripped from his clothes spreading out into a dark circle around his body onto the dry concrete. He pulled his shoes off and emptied the water back into the pool. “How nice of you to finally show up,” Mark bit out as he tossed his shoes aside and took Cole out of Justice’s arms.

Instead of seeming put off by Mark’s harsh tone, Justice shook his head sadly. “It seems we’ve been going about this the wrong way. It was our hope my presence alone would be enough of a deterrence to keep Pamela from any sort of direct attack while Liam searched for the proof needed to end this. Now I wonder if it should be the other way around.”

Being wet while still in his clothes did nothing for Mark’s humor or patience with drivel. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“What the hell,” Cole repeated, and Mark groaned loudly at his slip.

Justice laughed without a hint of shame. “Maybe you’d better feed the boy before you teach him anything more colorful.”

* * * * *

Countless flickering lights danced across the water on the horizon before flowing inland over the white sand. Morgan kept her gaze locked on the gorgeous scenery as Wade wrapped her in his arms. “It’s beautiful here.”

In order to appease her, Wade tossed a quick glance toward the water, before returning to watch her. Her reaction to their surroundings was more interesting to him than the scenery itself. He’d not given her time to check out the private beach when they’d arrived, but now he was soaking up the sight of her standing in the sunlight.

“There isn’t another soul for miles.” Morgan chuckled, as if she knew exactly what he meant by his comment. Twisting in his embrace, Morgan flattened her chest against his.

“So, you mean if I were to do this,” she said, pulling her arms from the straps of her sundress, and pushing it down her hips leaving her body bare. “No one would see me?”

“Not a soul.” Even as his dick hardened, he made an attempt to control his hunger. After spending hours locked in her embrace, he would not have thought he could be turned on as quickly as he had, but the proof was beating against the inside of his jeans. He could tell by the teasing glint in her eye, she was intent on playing with him, and he wanted her to have her way. Morgan tapped her chin playfully. “Well, this isn’t fair at all.” Snagging the hem of his shirt, she tugged it over his head. “Much better,” she sighed, as she ran her fingertips down his abs before burying them inside the waistband of his jeans. She kept her eyes downcast, as she concentrated on her task, and he memorized the site of her nude body.

“Really,” she fussed. “I’m not sure why you bothered putting all these clothes back on.”

Even as she popped the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper, he refused to do anything more than watch her in silence. His erection sprang free and she bit into her bottom lip. His cock jumped in response as the picture of her pink lips opening over the head of him crowded his brain. She squeezed his ass as she pushed his jeans down his hips, and when she fell to her knees to pull them off his feet. Dropping his chin to his chest, he devoured the sight of her kneeling before him. When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, he brushed her blonde hair aside so he wouldn’t miss a second of her taking him into her mouth. When her tongue circled the head of his cock, he was forced to lock his knees against the pleasure. Morgan didn’t toy with him. She simply sucked him deeply into her mouth, swallowing him, and squeezing her throat closed around him as she hollowed out her cheeks. In that moment, he knew only pure ecstasy. Burying his fingers in her hair, he held tight as she traced his lines, and shaped him with her tongue. On the verge of orgasm, he attempted to pull away since he wasn’t ready for this to end, but Morgan was having none of it. She dug her fingernails into the back of his thighs, and held him in place even as she increased her pace. A hum sounded from the back of her throat as if she were enjoying his taste. The vibration ran through him and his balls drew up tight.

He gasped for air as the head of his cock tingled and a shot of hot semen hit the roof of Morgan’s mouth. Her throat gripped and pulled at his shaft as she swallowed every drop before licking him clean. With a tight hold on her hair, he tried to keep his knees from giving out. Only when Wade was positive he wasn’t going to hit the ground did he force Morgan to her feet in order to wrap his arms around her. Hugging her tightly to his chest, Wade buried his face against her hair. His chest constricted as the memory of her staring into his eyes while repeating her vows filled his mind. The full-impact of the past few weeks slammed into Wade. Morgan was his.