Defending Morgan (Mountain Mercenaries #3)(86)

Biting her lip, Morgan took a bit too long to respond for his liking, but eventually said, “Yes. But please be gentle. They . . . weren’t.”

Arrow understood. Now wasn’t the time for anger, even though he felt it deep in his bones for the men who’d violated her. He slowly raised one hand, keeping the other above his head, and palmed her small breast. The nipple immediately puckered, as if anticipating his touch. His mouth salivated with the need to suck on her, but he forced himself to just use his hand to caress and tease her breast.

When Morgan closed her eyes and threw her head back, he said, “No, keep your eyes open and on me, beautiful. See who it is under you. Who’s making you feel good.”

She immediately looked down at him, desire swimming in her green eyes.

“That’s it, beautiful. You’re all flushed and pink for me.” He tweaked her nipple and was rewarded by her quick inhalation and the press of her flesh harder into his palm. The hand on his dick had stopped, and she simply gripped him tightly now, but he couldn’t complain. Not when she was allowing him to touch her as he was.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said softly.

His words seemed to act as some sort of trigger, because she hunched her shoulders and pulled away from his touch.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Arrow apologized immediately, letting go of her and putting his hand back up and over his head.

He watched as Morgan took a deep breath, then shifted off his thighs.

Cursing himself for opening his big mouth, Arrow was prepared to soothe away whatever memories he’d invoked in her. But he was surprised when she pulled off her sleep shorts and climbed back onto his lap, naked as the day she was born.

“Morgan,” he started to say, but she shook her head and interrupted him.

“I want this. I want you,” she said fiercely. “I’m not perfect. Far from it. I’m scared, but I know it’s you who’s under me. They never took me like this. They were never gentle. I know who I’m with, but I’m not sure how this is gonna go.” Her words were jumbled together and said quickly, as if she was trying to keep up the nerve to say them at all.

“That’s right, you’re with me—and I love you,” Arrow said. “I’ll never take anything you don’t want to give me. And right now, you’re in charge. Do whatever feels good.”

She smiled down at him, and he was so proud of her for her courage. He’d never allowed himself to think about the aftermath the women the Mountain Mercenaries rescued went through. How hard it must be to resume their normal lives. But he did now, and he had more respect for them as a result.

She scooted up until she was hovering over his cock. He’d softened a bit when she’d gotten off him, but the second she reached down and stroked him again, he was just as hard as before.

Notching the head of his dick to her opening, she pressed down—and froze.

Arrow gritted his teeth together and stayed stock-still under her. He could feel her muscles clenching tightly, trying to keep him out of her body.

“Breathe, beautiful,” he whispered.

She let out the breath she’d been holding, and it sounded almost like a sob.

“I . . . I can’t.”

“Then don’t,” Arrow told her immediately. “Lift up.”

She did so quickly, and he wanted to cry at losing her warmth, but he didn’t let one bit of the erotic pain cross his face.

“I want you so much, but . . . I can’t,” she said again, anguished.

“Do you trust me?” Arrow asked.

“Yes.”

Her immediate answer soothed his pain and made him all the more determined to make this pleasurable for her. She’d been extremely brave, and he didn’t want to let her courage go unrewarded.

Slowly, he lowered his hands and placed them on her hips. “Okay?”

She nodded, but he could tell she was still nervous.

Arrow urged her to drop down again, but this time her lower lips opened and rested on his dick. He moved a hand and smeared some of his precome on his shaft, lubricating himself. Then he slowly shifted her forward, then back. Then forward again. “Like this,” he told her.

Sniffing once, Morgan nodded and moved her hips against him.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Arrow encouraged.

“This . . . feels good,” she said with a shy smile.

“It’s supposed to,” he told her. “It feels amazing for me too.” Then he slowly moved his thumb so it rested on her clit. He lazily rubbed the small bundle of nerves as she ground herself up and down his dick.

The longer she moved, the better it felt. His dick was constantly leaking now, helping to make her movements more fluid and smooth.

“I like this,” she gasped in surprise.

He smiled up at her and kept his mouth shut this time. The last thing he was going to do was open his big mouth again.

The longer she rubbed against him, the wetter she got. She was riding his cock now as if he was inside her. Her hips undulated against him, caressing the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock. He could smell her arousal, and feel it against him. He continued to flick against her clit as she rubbed herself all over him.

Watching her chest flush and her nipples peak was hot as hell . . . not to mention the way her hips gyrated more and more frantically.