The Blake Legacy (The Blake Boys) (10 page)

Seth leaned in to say goodbye. “OK. Jake, you be good for grandma. Do you need any of his stuff, Momma?”

Teri-Lyn and Morgan both looked at him like he’d asked if she’d killed someone.

The back of his neck heated. “What did I say wrong?”

Teri-Lyn socked him in the arm. “I used to change your diapers, mister. I have everything Jake needs.”

“Your mother has a baby arsenal at the house.” Morgan laughed and shook her head at Seth.

Teri-Lyn got into the car, waved goodbye out the window, and headed down the road.

Seth pulled Morgan into his arms. “Why do I get the feeling we won’t see him until he starts first grade?”

“I was thinking high school.” She giggled.

Seth looked down at her. “You’re taking this very well.”

“I thought I was getting some action tonight after that kiss you planted on me this morning before you left. Or are you just a big ole six foot three tease?”

“I aim to please.” Seth kissed her on her lips.

Seth’s sensual smooch sent a pulsing firestorm to Morgan’s clit. She pushed him against the truck and locked onto his head, a little bit more aggressively than intended, but Jake was riding off with grandma, and Seth looked so damn good today. She leaned in and explored his mouth thoroughly with her tongue, while trying to liberate him from the finely tailored suit. She ripped his shirt open, and Seth grunted when her hands moved to his pants. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his briefs and began stroking him.

“Inside. Now,” she breathed.

Seth picked her up, carrying her into the house, and made it just in time. As soon as he shut the door, Morgan dropped to her knees, pulled down his pants, and started pleasuring him.

“Morgan,” he moaned.

Morgan took him deeper into her mouth, bracing her hands on his thighs for support. She pulled back, her tongue trailing the underside of his shaft only to cover him with her mouth again. Each time she repeated the motion she’d increase the pressure with her tongue, putting a death grip on his thighs. The sounds coming from Seth sent her to a blissful place in her mind. She thought she heard him tell her to stop, but she continued until he thrummed in her mouth.

Morgan looked up at Seth, who picked her up and carried her over to the couch. With one swift movement, he’d pulled her dress up around her waist, then ripped her panties off and tossed them onto the carpet. Without warning, Seth stopped and gazed into her eyes. The way he looked at her, she knew what was on his mind, and she loved him for it. Having Jake had redefined intimacy for both of them. It was more than just giving each other pleasure; it was knowing that the sensual heights they reached had the ability to bring a life into the world. She wiggled to get the momentum going, but he paced himself with a slow tortuous rhythm. He grew hard again and plunged deeper and deeper, hitting her clit with each stroke, pressing her further into the leather couch. Morgan locked her legs around his waist, her body contracting in response, causing them to tumble off the couch. Seth held out his climax until they came together on the floor, in a sweaty, heated frenzy.

* * *

Morgan and Seth lay on the floor of the living room panting hard, trying to get a second wind.

“I promise to replace that shirt.” She held up two of the buttons in her hand.

“Replace it? Hell, from now on this is my favorite shirt.” Seth let out a slow, devious chuckle.

“I suppose I could sew the buttons back on.” Morgan put her arm over her eyes.

Seth turned on his side and nuzzled her neck. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Morgan giggled. “I decided to replace exercise with sex.”

“I can get behind that.” He kissed her.

She ran a hand through his hair. “How was lunch with the governor?”

“Great. Ethan’s like a mentor to me.” Seth rested his head on her chest.

“Did he ask you if you were receptive to playing for the Tomcats?”

Seth tickled her. “The one thing I like about Ethan is that you’re never sure he asked you anything at all. He’s a very savvy politician.”

“Did he wink a lot while he was talking to you?”

“No, but he said we could have lunch more often if I were living in the state full time.”

The doorbell rang.

“Who the hell is that?” Seth barked.

“Blake, language.” Morgan laughed as she nestled closer to him.

“The whole damn state of Texas better be on fire.” He got up to answer the door but Morgan grabbed his calf.

The doorbell rang again, repeatedly.

She coughed. “You might want to put on something to answer the door.”

Seth grabbed his boxer shorts off the lamp shade and pulled them on while Morgan slipped on his shirt.

He wrenched open the door. “What?”

“I told you they were in there fooling around,” Tyler said to Channing. Both of his brothers stood there with an expectant look, waiting to be let in.

“You two have been a pain in my ass since the day you were born.” Seth made no attempt to let them pass.

“Hey, Morgan. How’s my favorite sister-in-law?” Channing shoved his face through the opening.

“Hi, Channing. How’s my favorite future attorney?” Morgan said.

“I’m fine. Came home to see my nephew.”

“If that’s all you want, he’s at the house with Momma.” Seth leaned against the door to obstruct his view.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Morgan said, coming up behind Seth. “Babe, let them in.”

Morgan scurried around the living room picking up their clothes, then headed upstairs, probably to the bedroom. When Seth was sure she was out of sight, he opened the door and smacked both his brothers in the head.

“Ouch.” Tyler grimaced. “What was that for?”

Channing smirked. “The man is standing in his living room in his boxers in the middle of the afternoon. What does that tell you?”

“I don’t know. I go commando.” Tyler shrugged.

“You would,” Seth said, then smiled. His brothers were idiots, but they were still his brothers.

Morgan came back into the room, dressed in a blouse and a pair of jeans.

“Morgan, you are a sight for sore eyes.” Tyler grinned as he moved toward her.

“You filled up your hug quota the last time you saw her.” Seth stepped in his path. Channing slipped around him and hugged her anyway.

Morgan giggled. “What are you two handsome devils up to?”

“We came to take Jake out with us.” Channing smiled as he looked at Seth. His arm was still draped around Morgan.

Tyler took a seat. “We’re going to lunch at the Promenade and thought it would be nice to take Jake with us.”

Seth ran his hand through his hair. “Hell no. You two are up to something.”

The doorbell rang again. Seth, still dressed only in his boxers, sauntered over to the door. It was Tate.

Tate whistled as he entered. “This has got to be good.”

“We interrupted a special moment.” Tyler smirked.

“Can you believe he has no body fat? It’s disgusting.” Channing pointed at Seth and rolled his eyes.

Seth looked at Tyler. “I’m not letting you two chuckle heads take my son out.”

“You don’t have the only say. Morgan, can we take Jake to the Promenade?” Tyler said.

“Why do I get the feeling if Jake goes to lunch with his uncles, he’s coming to come back smelling like regret and shame?” Morgan raised an eyebrow.

Tate wandered into the kitchen, yelling over his shoulder, “The owner Marco has seven daughters. One more beautiful than the next and these two go there every time they’re in town, hoping to get lucky, but get shot down. It’s pitiful to watch.” He walked back into the living room with a bottle of water in his hand, shaking his head at Tyler and Channing.

Seth laughed. “Those girls aren’t dumb.”

“Jake is a babe magnet,” Tyler said. “He’s already got those eyes and the Blake charm. I showed his picture to some girls at a party last week, and I got asked out on two dates. Those girls get a look at how cute he is, and how his two doting uncles take such good care of him, we’ll make some progress.”

Seth shook his head. “You two are not using my son to help you get laid.”

“But it’s a Blake tradition,” Channing said. “Morgan, you don’t know how many times Seth and Tate—”

“Shut up, Channing,” Seth barked.

“Mr. Blake, can I speak to you for a moment?” Morgan motioned for Seth to join her upstairs.

Closing the bedroom door behind her, Morgan turned to Seth. “It’s clear they came here to spend time with you.” She kissed him.

Seth slid his hands around her waist and guided her to the bed. “Morgan, Momma has Jake for the entire night. I’m still seeing stars from what we did in the living room.”

“Why don’t you grab a beer with your brothers? We can pick up exactly where we left off when you get home. I assure you I’ll be ready to rip your jeans off with my teeth.”

Seth let out a loud groan and his cock twitched between them. Morgan scooted out of the way and handed him the clothes she’d laid out for him on the bed.

* * *

Seth couldn’t remember the last time they’d all been together. Channing and Tyler were behaving more like he was taking them for ice cream than for beers at the Bright Star. Tate’s return was a bit of a surprise, but then again that was how Tate was. He would never say why, even if he had a day off in between tour dates, he would just come back to the ranch for a good night’s sleep then take off again.

Morgan’s observation about their union having a ripple effect on the boys made a lot of sense. Had he not gone on that vacation last year after his Super Bowl win, he would have rounded up Channing, Tyler, and Tate and gone partying for a month. When he’d returned to Philadelphia and pursued Morgan, he didn’t let anyone or anything distract him from his mission: to convince his wife to live happily ever after with him.

On the ride over, Channing and Tyler grilled him about the prospect of playing for the Tomcats, while Tate remained quiet. They congratulated him on getting closer to his dream. Everyone agreed that him coming back home to Texas, playing for the Tomcats and raising his family, was a good thing. Channing was coming home after he graduated law school to pass the bar and get a job with a big firm in Dallas. The family would be together again, not scattered about the country. All seemed right in the world until Tate casually mentioned that Seth was also now a part of Morgan’s family, which was based in Philadelphia. Seth shifted in his seat, cleared his throat, and asked to hear about Tyler’s latest obsession instead: racing cars.

The Bright Star hadn’t changed much since he was there last year after the Cinnamon Festival. Hell, it hadn’t changed in the last ten years. The gruff décor and mechanical bull in the corner had long been a staple in his life. He’d spent his youth there and a few good fights there too.

Channing and Tyler were catching up with friends, so Seth went to the bar to get some food and another round of beers. Tate was talking to the owner, Cal, about an up and coming group, The Dirty Rascals. They were playing tonight and Tate agreed to talk to the band afterward about the music business as a favor to Cal.

Seth waved at an old friend while the bartender, Danny, went in the back to place his nachos order. Seth pulled out his cell phone and looked at Morgan’s picture, intending to call and see how she was doing. She’d told him before he left she didn’t want to horn in on Teri-Lyn’s time with Jake, so she intended to read a book and have a bite to eat. Seth was poised to hit the call button when a loud and familiar voice carried across the Bright Star.

“Well, if it ain’t the son of a bitch that broke my sister’s heart.”

The bar came to a standstill as Caine Winterbourne, Penny’s brother, made his way across the room. So, Caine was back in town. Seth had heard he’d retired from the military and was moving back home. From the time Seth had picked up Penny for their first date, to their breakup a couple of years ago, Caine wore the same scowl on his face whenever he saw Seth. He’d always had a big, imposing stature and thought he could take on the world. Behind him stood three guys that Seth recognized as Penny’s cousins. Well, at least it was an even number. By the looks of it, it was going to be a long night.

Seth put his phone back in his pocket and asked Danny to hold on to those beers. Tate ended his conversation with Cal and strolled over to the bar.

Tate shook his head. “I just bought this hat.” He removed his Stetson and flung it past Danny. It landed on a bottle of vodka behind the bar.

Seth raised an eyebrow. “See, I knew you should have gone pro.”

Tate laughed. “Brother, we can talk about missed career opportunities later.”

“Where’s Horny and Randy?” Seth murmured.

“Right here.”

Tyler and Channing walked up behind them.

Tyler inhaled deeply. “This brings back memories.”

“The last time Cal banned us from here for two years.” Seth rubbed the back of his neck.

“It was more like six months.” Channing shrugged.

Caine walked up to Seth and got in his face. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, Blake. It’s about time someone took your pretty ass down a notch.”

“Good to see you too, Caine. Did you miss me?”

“Sounds like you’ve been pining after the man.” Tate laughed. “Caine, that break up was their business, why don’t you be a good big brother and leave it alone?”

Caine grunted. “McGill, I always thought you talked too much.”

“I did always have the gift for gab. The only time I didn’t do much talking was when I was dating Chrissie.” Tate winked at him.

Seth sighed while the rest of the patrons got a good chuckle. Tate had gone straight for Caine’s sore spot, his wife Chrissie. She and Tate had dated briefly in high school, which drove Caine nuts. Any chance of coming to a diplomatic solution just went down the toilet.

“I told you a long time ago if you ever broke my sister’s heart, I was going to beat you senseless,” Caine said.

Seth’s jaw clenched. “In all fairness, Caine, you told me that when I was fifteen. And like Tate said, our relationship was none of your business.”