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too warm. Especially when
it was two degrees outside.
The
girl grabbed her bubble bath from the side pocket of the zebra bag,
then went over to the large tub and turned on the tap. You could also
never have too many bubbles, she thought as she poured a large amount
of the pink liquid into the water. She let the flannel fall to the
ground, then looked out the window once again. It was getting worse
and she knew exactly what would get her mind off of it.
Morgan
grabbed her phone from the smaller bag, set it on the floor next to
the tub, then proceeded to climb in. She let the day wash away for a
few moments, enjoying the water that was turning her body a dark
shade of pink. “Angel, Angel, Angel, you'd love this one!”
Morgan reached over the side of the tub for a towel, dried her hands,
then picked up the phone from the floor.
Angel.
Imagine Finlay...got it? Are you imagining? Now, imagine Finlay with
bigger muscles and bright blue eyes. He has the voice of a God...and
a tongue to match. She set the phone down, still giggling at the
reaction her Angel was probably having and sunk down into the tub. In
less than a minute, her phone was vibrating on the floor.
Morgan
dried off her hands again and read the message aloud. “Oh,
that's just mean! Pictures, Sticky, pictures! Have him play bounties
and handcuff you to everymotherfuckinthing in that house. While you
ride him through the outback.” Angel added the last part only
for the sake of Morgan's rebuttal, but he had also messed up the
first part.
They're
MOUNTES, Angel. Not bounties. And yes, I'll be riding that soon
enough. Love and miss you. Xoxo.
Again,
his message came through quickly. “That too. Mount him and ride
him like a bounty police!” Morgan broke out in loud laughter
and set her phone down again. That was all she needed to calm her
down. She sunk down in the tub again, but in a few minutes, the
warmth of the fire and the water were beginning to take over. As much
as she wanted to fall asleep right then, she wanted to be awake when
her 'boyfriend' returned. Her eyelids grew heavier as she quickly
washed her body, but she managed to climb out of the tub before
losing the battle.
She
pushed her arms through the large openings in Tyler's shirt again,
she loved the feel of his flannel against her skin. A smile spread
across her lips when she remembered his reaction to seeing her in it
earlier, and hoped to get the same reaction when he returned.
Morgan grabbed a blanket, a pillow and stretched out on the carpet in
front of the fire. She fought the desire to sleep for nearly half an
hour, but eventually, it was too strong and she fell asleep as she
watched the flames dance back and forth in front of her.
Chapter
Eight
Morgan
reached down to cover her leg that had escaped from the blanket. The
room wasn't exactly cold, but compared to being wrapped inside the
thick bundle, the temperature difference was enough to partially wake
her. A deep voice brought her eyes open as she pulled on the cover.
“It's me, relax.” Tyler's hand brushed against her skin
as he pulled the blanket off the rest of the way. She looked up at
the man who was hovering over her, and smiled at the obvious
intentions that took over his rugged features.
“Why
do you have clothes on?” She giggled as his shirt flew across
the room, and his jeans landed with a thud and his belt buckle
clanked loudly against the wooden floor. He was on top of her again
in seconds, and his cold nose pressed against her neck. She managed
to remove his flannel from her body without leaving her warm spot
underneath him.
Tyler's
cool lips warmed against her skin as he kissed the length of her
shoulder slowly. “Morgan....I've been aroused for three
hours...can I..?
She
slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped her warm hand around
his rock hard dick. Her body rose to meet his as she guided him
inside of her, and she instinctively arched her back to force him in
deeper. His response wasn't
it was two degrees outside.
The
girl grabbed her bubble bath from the side pocket of the zebra bag,
then went over to the large tub and turned on the tap. You could also
never have too many bubbles, she thought as she poured a large amount
of the pink liquid into the water. She let the flannel fall to the
ground, then looked out the window once again. It was getting worse
and she knew exactly what would get her mind off of it.
Morgan
grabbed her phone from the smaller bag, set it on the floor next to
the tub, then proceeded to climb in. She let the day wash away for a
few moments, enjoying the water that was turning her body a dark
shade of pink. “Angel, Angel, Angel, you'd love this one!”
Morgan reached over the side of the tub for a towel, dried her hands,
then picked up the phone from the floor.
Angel.
Imagine Finlay...got it? Are you imagining? Now, imagine Finlay with
bigger muscles and bright blue eyes. He has the voice of a God...and
a tongue to match. She set the phone down, still giggling at the
reaction her Angel was probably having and sunk down into the tub. In
less than a minute, her phone was vibrating on the floor.
Morgan
dried off her hands again and read the message aloud. “Oh,
that's just mean! Pictures, Sticky, pictures! Have him play bounties
and handcuff you to everymotherfuckinthing in that house. While you
ride him through the outback.” Angel added the last part only
for the sake of Morgan's rebuttal, but he had also messed up the
first part.
They're
MOUNTES, Angel. Not bounties. And yes, I'll be riding that soon
enough. Love and miss you. Xoxo.
Again,
his message came through quickly. “That too. Mount him and ride
him like a bounty police!” Morgan broke out in loud laughter
and set her phone down again. That was all she needed to calm her
down. She sunk down in the tub again, but in a few minutes, the
warmth of the fire and the water were beginning to take over. As much
as she wanted to fall asleep right then, she wanted to be awake when
her 'boyfriend' returned. Her eyelids grew heavier as she quickly
washed her body, but she managed to climb out of the tub before
losing the battle.
She
pushed her arms through the large openings in Tyler's shirt again,
she loved the feel of his flannel against her skin. A smile spread
across her lips when she remembered his reaction to seeing her in it
earlier, and hoped to get the same reaction when he returned.
Morgan grabbed a blanket, a pillow and stretched out on the carpet in
front of the fire. She fought the desire to sleep for nearly half an
hour, but eventually, it was too strong and she fell asleep as she
watched the flames dance back and forth in front of her.
Chapter
Eight
Morgan
reached down to cover her leg that had escaped from the blanket. The
room wasn't exactly cold, but compared to being wrapped inside the
thick bundle, the temperature difference was enough to partially wake
her. A deep voice brought her eyes open as she pulled on the cover.
“It's me, relax.” Tyler's hand brushed against her skin
as he pulled the blanket off the rest of the way. She looked up at
the man who was hovering over her, and smiled at the obvious
intentions that took over his rugged features.
“Why
do you have clothes on?” She giggled as his shirt flew across
the room, and his jeans landed with a thud and his belt buckle
clanked loudly against the wooden floor. He was on top of her again
in seconds, and his cold nose pressed against her neck. She managed
to remove his flannel from her body without leaving her warm spot
underneath him.
Tyler's
cool lips warmed against her skin as he kissed the length of her
shoulder slowly. “Morgan....I've been aroused for three
hours...can I..?
She
slid her hand between their bodies and wrapped her warm hand around
his rock hard dick. Her body rose to meet his as she guided him
inside of her, and she instinctively arched her back to force him in
deeper. His response wasn't
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